"Black, table twenty six." The chef said and Harry took the tray and made his way across the crowded restaurant to table twenty-six, a table of boys in their early-twenties who seemed to take joy in making him run backwards and forwards constantly for the past three hours.

He put the drinks down and no sooner than he had given to the respective persons, one of the louder boys called out to him.

"Get us two more fire-whiskies." He said and Harry nodded and turned around to go place the order when he felt one of the boy's hands slap his arse. He paused for a second before deciding to ignore it and walked on to the kitchen.

He put the fire-whiskies on the table and as soon as he was three meters away, heard a crash and saw they had spilt one on the table and dropped the other on the floor. He quickly retrieved a cloth, got on his knees and started cleaning it up, ignoring the lustful stares as he did so.

After another two hours his feet could barely take anymore when they called him again. He dragged himself over to them.

"Can I help you?" He asked tiredly.

"Yes, yes you can. See our mate here Rockwell, he wants to take you out for a drink later, what'd you say?" One of them asked and Harry shook his head.

"Sorry guys, can't do it." He answered as politely as possible and regretted it as they spent one more grueling hour ordering him around even more hurriedly. When they finally left, the money was on the table, over two hundred galleons bill and a three Knut tip, making Harry want to cry.

"Black. Come here." He heard the manager say and turned around before nervously walking to the main table. "I've had a complaint about you from a table today, apparently you were 'rude, arrogant and lazy'. Now, you're new so I'll give you a chance, but I don't want to hear of this again, now go." He said and Harry didn't even try to argue, knowing he wouldn't listen.

To be quite honest, he hated this job, but he was never going to admit it to Sirius. After three weeks, he couldn't wait for the next month to be over. As soon as he got home, he got Crosby from Mrs Tout, who frowned at how tired he was, fed him, bathed him, read him a story and sang to him to put him to sleep.

He kissed his forehead and tucked him in before going to the main bedroom and, as usual, falling asleep before Sirius even left work.

When Sirius finally did get home, he found Harry passed out on their bed, as he expected. He was seriously getting worried about Harry's health and he knew he wasn't the only one. Mrs Tout hadmentioned tohim, whenhe had gone to put the trash out and she was getting her mail,how worried she was about him the previous week and Sirius had told her how their had been nothing he could do to stop Harry if he wanted to work.

He got the feeling his partner wasn't enjoying the working life as much as he thought he would…


I'm rushing this so excuse any errors, I'm downstairs late on a school night and if my mom catches me, I'm dead. You'd better be bloody grateful for me risking my ass to update! I know I was supposed to update a few days ago, but my life has stillbeen extremely stressful and I think I've lost one of the best friends I'll ever find, the only one who I ever showed my writing to face to face...Cries

Oh, and I forgot to mention this before, but to the people who said Harry was very 'feminine' and every other reader Takes deep breath:

This story will contain Cross-dressing.

Since reading a Snarry story a while back, (I'm sure many are familar with 'little miss mary') it's become afetish of mine,Third only to Mpreg and S&M.So yeah, it'll probably play a part in the nextsequel, which I've now started. Woo hoo!

Anywho, thanks to the reviewers and readers! I love you all!

Next chapter: The work issue is still avoided as a new milestone in the pregnancy is reached and a stranger makes Harry an offer...