A/N: Hmm, I haven't decided on mpreg yet since there have been yes and nos, but so far according to my count there's more yes, so maybe... I love mpreg myself, and it would be my...*counts* Second time writing it? If I decide to do it, that is..

The Sirius/Remus scene was difficult to write, though I hoped I did well.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.

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Chapter 12: The Break-Up

It was nearing Halloween, and Hogwarts was already decorated in the spirit of the season. Of course, since the students lived at the school for the most of the year there was no trick or treating, though Harry doubted there would be in the Wizarding World, they had a feast of candy and sweets instead. Harry didn't really care, he hadn't been into the whole trick or treating thing before, and it wasn't like Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon would let him come along with them, right? He couldn't remember liking it in this time, yet.

It was just the day before Halloween, and Harry and Draco were in the Great Hall along with the rest of the students and professors. That is, until Mr. Filch, sour expression and all, walked up to Dumbledore in the great hall, whispering something, and not leaving before he saw a nod from Dumbledore, who then turned to Remus, and whatever was said, Harry noticed, made the werewolf pale and walk off out of the great hall.

Harry grew worried, hoping it didn't have to do anything with his family. Back in his old time after all, tomorrow would of been the anniversary of their death, fifteen years ago. Now they were alive and happy, with a full and just as happy family.

Draco saw Harry's look and gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "I'm sure that if it was something dangerous, Dumbledore would of told you right away, right?" Harry looked over at him, seeming to be convinced by that, though it didn't quite get rid of his fears all together.

"Yeah," Harry said with a small nod of his head. "You're right. I'm sure it's nothing for me to worry about."

With that being said, they both concentrated on the feast in front of them, but it was still hard for Harry not to worry.

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Remus quietly walked into the library. Out of all places, he couldn't understand why Sirius would chose there to go, but he supposed where he went didn't matter to Sirius at this time, there were more important matters at hand.

According to Dumbledore, who had just received word from Filch, Sirius and Amelia had broken up, and Sirius was asking to see Remus, though he wouldn't come to the great hall on his own. But he could probably understand why.

Neither knew why the two broke up, so Remus hoped Sirius would tell him, confide in him as a friend.

As he approached the library, his heart pounded in his chest, as if afraid of what he might find.

Looking around as he entered the library, he saw no one in, except Madam Pince. Not sure if that was a good or a bad sign, he made his way towards the back of the library, where he heard the faint sound of...

Crying.

His heart constricting in his chest, he continued walking, the only sound he was making was the sound of his foosteps as his feet hit the floor.

Turning a corner behind a bookshelf, his heart nearly broke at what he saw.

Sirius was sitting in a chair at a table with his back to Remus, his shoulders slumped, and softly crying. Had he not had very good ears, he would of never noticed until he got close.

He said nothing yet, just silently continued walking closer to the other, and once he was behind him, reached out to place a hand on Sirius's shoulder.

When Sirius jumped, clearly not having heard him, he shook his head. "Relax, Padfoot. It's only me."

"Moony..." Sirius said softly, reaching up his hand to take hold of the hand that was on his shoulder. Remus didn't mind, and gave his hand a small squeeze.

"What happened?" Remus asked, a little bit surprised when he found Sirius telling him. Somehow, he thought he wouldn't want to.

"I went over to Amelia's house," Sirius said softly while shaking his head. Remus tightened his grip on Sirius's hand slightly. "I..."

Remus looked down at Sirius worriedly, though his eyes widened when he heard the next part. "...I found her, cheating on me." At Remus's sharp intake of breath, Sirius bowed his head.

A few moments later, Remus let go of his hand, a little reluctantly and moved around so he was standing in front of Sirius, and kneeled down, placing a gentle hand on the other's knee, making Sirius look over at him sadly. He said nothing, but he didn't need to.

After a moment, Sirius was taken into an only welcoming pair of arms. Remus held onto him gently as he sat down on the chair Sirius had just been in, pulling the other close to him. Remus knew he shouldn't of been taking advantage in front of his best friend like this, but Sirius didn't seem to mind.

Gently rocking Sirius back and forth, though the man couldn't hear him crying, he could smell the fresh scent of salty tears that fell from his best friends eyes, and held him closer.

'You deserve so much better, Sirius,' Remus thought to himself. 'So much better.'

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Harry and Draco were back in the Slytherin Common. He was lying on the couch, his head resting peacefully in Draco's lap while a hand stroked his hair. No one paid attention to the pair, it seemed as if no one seemed to frown upon their relationship, at least the Slytherins didn't.

The blond Slytherin stroked Harry's hair fondly, and looked around. There wasn't too many people in here at the moment. Pansy was sitting in the corner doing some work, though every now and then she sent a glare Harry's way. He had no right to be with Draco like that! He was supposed to be her boyfriend!

Harry was close to falling asleep, the hand stroking his hair making it rather hard to keep his eyes open, no matter how much he wanted to spend time with Draco, awake, he might add. But he had to admit, he was tired. Eating all that candy seemed to have made him so, he figured. Indeed, it had boosted his energy for no more than a few moments, and Harry wondered if whatever was in the candy that usually made children hyper was removed before the feast.

"Harry?" Draco whispered after a few moments. "Go to sleep. You look tired."

A small yawn confirmed his thoughts. "But...I want to...spend more time with you."

Draco smiled faintly. "I'll be here when you wake up. Then we can do whatever you want, alright?"

Draco didn't get a response. Looking down, he saw the other already asleep.

A/N: There's the end of another chapter. And for those who's questioned about Harry not seeing Dumbledore, the need to has been pushed back into his mind, as he was coming to accept the life he has here, now that he's very much in love with Draco. If you had the choice, you wouldn't go back to your old time would you if it was like Harry's? I wouldn't.

Review! And voting is still going on with mpreg. I love writing it, but I can't guarantee I'll be very descriptive, if that changes anyone's mind. Haha.