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Chapter Eleven The Hormonal Boys

Harry was sitting alone in Draco's room. He had done all of his homework. He had even revised most subjects for the upcoming exams. But now, he was really bored, with nothing else to do.

He glared at the clock beside the bed. Friday night until Sunday morning was supposed to be his time with Draco alone. But Draco hadn't come back from Quidditch practise. He couldn't go to the Quidditch pitch and wait for him there. It would raise unnecessary suspicions and Harry didn't trust himself not to summon his Firebolt.

Harry lay back on the bed. It was surprisingly roomy without Draco. Unconsciously, Harry rubbed his slightly rounded stomach slowly. It was not as flat as it used to be. And thanks to the oversized clothes he got from the Dursleys, he could hide his pregnancy. For now.

It had been two months since had Sirius stayed at Hogwarts. As much as he loved his godfather, he was sick of being patronized. On school days, Sirius would accompany him. Under the disguise that he was taking care of the dog as his detention.

He couldn't sit the way he liked, he couldn't eat anything he wanted, and he couldn't even walk at his own pace. Sirius had taken it upon himself to make sure he didn't do anything he shouldn't. But, on the bright side, he could walk with and talk to Draco in public since they shared the same detention.

His mind wondered back to the first time Draco and he took Sirius on the first morning walk. Madame Pomfrey approved, saying that the exercise would do the baby good, so they took the leisure walk every morning. He couldn't stop smiling when he remembered how Ron tried to follow them secretly. He kept saying 'I'm just trying to protect Harry'. He was caught by Blaise who was trying to do the same thing. Though he was more creative with 'I just thought I should stop them from killing each other'.

It only took Draco five minutes to find out that they were being followed. And it took all his might to stifle his laughter when Draco told him of the troop behind them. There were twelve Hufflepuffs, six Ravenclaws, three Slytherins and almost half of all the Gryffindors following them. It was hard to pretend that they were invisible and he didn't think he did a good job with it.

Harry was still smiling with his eyes closed when he heard someone called his name. "Thinking about me, Harry?" Draco Malfoy was standing at the doorframe. 'Oh, Merlin. He is so beautiful. Has his body changed yet? I better find out.'

"Draco…." Harry looked at him with hunger in his eyes. The next moment, all Draco knew was Harry all over his body. Harry clutched onto his robe and pulled him down. His mouth possessed Draco's in a hungry and needy kisses. It was an incredible feeling for Draco. All this time Harry had been playing the passive role. An aggressive Harry was something new. And then Draco realised he had a hard on.

Harry released Draco's lips and pulled him closer so he could whisper to him. "I missed you, Draco." Harry slowly licked his earlobe. "Where have you been?" He pulled away long enough to catch Draco's state of dress. The neat robe he wore was pushed aside. His shirt was ruffled, and half undone and missed some buttons. It was practically ripped fiercely from his body.

Blushing slightly, Harry tried to pull away from Draco. "It wasn't my doing, was it?"

Draco held him tighter, not ready to lose the warm. "It was, and I don't mind." He saw disbelief flicker in Harry's eyes. "I love it. Very much."

Harry smiled at him. Draco's smile built confidence in him. Slowly he slipped down Draco's robe, kissing his Adam's apple, licking his neck. He took forever to unbutton Draco's shirt.

Once all the buttons were undone, Harry moved to hesitantly caress Draco's chess. For a moment, Draco held his breath, fearing that if he made unnecessary move, Harry might stop.

Harry played with Draco's nipple. He kissed it and licked it and bit it. Caressing one and abandoning the other. Draco moaned in agony but couldn't help but want more.

Harry tasted it, and teased it before heading down to Draco's flat stomach. He threw feathery kisses on his way down until he was stopped by the black trousers. Kneeling down, Harry looked up and met Draco's expectant eyes.

Draco's face was flushed by desire. 'Harry looks incredibly delicious'. He felt like pouncing on Harry right there right now but the thought that it might endanger his child stopped him.

Harry's hands slowly shifted to the button on his trousers. It took him so long just to unbutton it and unzip it. And when he finished, Draco eagerly pulled him up. He kissed him hungrily while his hand tried to undress him. Then Draco put his hand on Harry's bottom to support him so Harry could put his legs around his waist.

As Draco was walking to the bed, with Harry clinging to him, he heard someone cough. 'Wait a minute, I have Harry's mouth in mine so he didn't cough'.

Confused, Draco pulled away to look at Harry. Harry's puzzled look questioning him back. They turned to the door and found nothing.

"Right here, Malfoy." 'Hey, that's Ron. Is he under my cloak?'

They turned to the voice and found Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and a big black dog in front of a secret passage.

"Damn, I knew I missed something." Draco growled in distress.

"Hello, Harry." Hermione was blushing when she saw their state of undress. "My room had a secret entrance so I thought this room might have one as well."

"How come I didn't know about it?" Harry's voice accused her.

"I hope we didn't interrupt something," Ron didn't even try to hide the fact that he didn't sorry at all.

"I'm glad we did," Sirius changed back after the door closed. Although he didn't mind Harry marrying a Malfoy, it didn't mean he had to like said Malfoy.

"How did you know where to find it and the password?" Draco asked them severely.

"Er…" Harry blushed, "I… I need to use the bathroom." He freed himself from Draco before he ran to save himself.

"What do you want?" Draco was too frustrated to act civilly to them. Trying to control himself, he fixed his clothes and sat on to his bed. "Oh, sit down, please." He gestured his hand at the couches.

Ron walked to the couches. "I thought I would be blinded by green and silver, what happened to your colours, Malfoy?"

"Mind your own business, Weasley." Ever since Harry became pregnant with his child, Draco was more tolerate toward the Gryffindors. Including Ron and Neville.

When Harry walked out of the bathroom, he looked more composed and was dressed properly. He was unsure whether he should sit with his friends and godfather or with Draco. Just as he was about to pass Draco, he was pulled by his wrist and fell on top of him. Blushing, Harry could felt that Draco was still half hard.

"Severus sent us here," Sirius decided to break the silence.

"Severus?" Harry questioned him, "Oh, you mean Snape. I didn't know that you were that close to him." He was thrilled to notice Sirius's slightly reddened face.

"He gave us the password." Ron smiled smugly.

Hermione shook her head, "Actually he ordered us to help you watch Harry. I guess you are not as reliable as you would like to believe."

"Please." Draco smirked at them. "I'm Head Boy, of course I'm reliable."

"Not this time, Draco," Hermione sighed, "He wants us to make sure that you don't over do him." She ignored Harry's squeak, "He is… concerned about the baby."

"Hermione." Harry protested.

"You were missing a lot, Harry. Everybody is starting to question your whereabouts. So he wants us to disappear, too." Ron said matter-of-factly.

"He even sent me away." Sirius sigh.

"What for?" Draco smiled for the first time since he was interrupted.

"Well, it's Saturday night. Maybe if we disappeared too, they might think you are with us, so they will stop digging around."

On Saturday night, the seventh year's students were allowed to spend the night at Hogmeade until 7.30. So it was not uncommon if the seventh year students were absent at dinner.

"So, you all will stay until dinner?" This amused Draco. His hand absently rubbed Harry's stomach slowly.

"Actually, until passed dinner." Hermione smiled.

"Good," Harry pretended not to hear Draco's groan and walked to his godfather. "I missed you. If you had stayed any longer in your animagus form, I would have forgotten your face."

"Funny, Harry," he pulled Harry down next to him, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, nothing particularly strange. Why?"

"Well, I remember when your mother was pregnant with you." Sirius eyes were far away, as if seeing something that happened years ago, "She used to be a sweet woman but never a sweet pregnant woman." Sirius smiled to himself, "She loved to eat strange thing just to drive James crazy. You know, asked for something but when he got what she wanted, she just wanted something else. But James was happy to comply. Even when he was so tired that he would practically black out almost every night."

"That bad?" Harry's eyes were gleaming with laughter.

"Pregnant women were not responsible for their sudden change of mind but I guess she did it on purpose. So that your father was too tired to even talk to an ugly old witch." Sirius smiled back at him.

"You can't blame her. She was fat, she probably afraid that my dad would look for other woman to have fun."

"Your father wasn't that kind of man. She was just paranoid."

"But still you can't blame her." Harry glanced at Draco from the corner of his eyes.

"Don't even think about it, Harry." Draco warned him playfully. He had conjured another couch and sit close enough with Ron to have a normal conversation.

"What?" Harry's face looked as innocent as a-three-year old boy who was caught eating cookies before his meal when he was told not to.

"What were you doing all day, Harry. I haven't seen you since after lunch." Hermione spent her day alone at the library and she missed Harry's constant company.

"I was waiting for someone," he glared at Draco, "Who was having fun and just forgot me so I thought I might as well do my assignments."

"Really, did you have any problems or need any help?"

"Nope. I've done it all. Thank you."

"You have finished all of your assignments?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.

"All of it. I had more time than enough time to finish them." Harry gestured the window seat where several parchments lay messily.

"Well, at least you have more sense than someone here."

Harry smiled at her. He knew Hermione was desperate to make Ron more liable with his schoolwork but to no avail.

"Hey, I need to concentrate in Quidditch. We have a match with Slytherin in two weeks. It will be our last match. You wouldn't want our house to lose, would you?"

"Don't tell me that you are scared now, Weasley?"

"In you nightmares, Malfoy."

"It will be your worst nightmare since you don't have Harry to support the team." Draco smirked at him, "That reminds me, Harry, who will you support? Your husband or your house?"

Harry appeared as if he was thinking about the answer, but the truth was he was thinking Draco's word. 'Your husband or your house? Its supposed to be my husband,' Harry blushed a little at this thought, 'but I can't be a traitor. I have to support my house.'

Draco and Ron were soon engaged in a heated argument. They didn't mind that Harry didn't answer them.

"We have Anthony Watson as our seeker. Harry had trained him before so he is not a bad one. You better be careful, Malfoy."

"Yeah, I will if he's got a decent broom to chase mine."

"It takes more than a broom to win a game."

"I'm surprise you even realised that."

"Could you two stop talking about Quidditch? Please, you're driving me crazy." Harry's head was dizzy now.

"Harry, he needs to know that he can't beat a Slytherin. He can't beat ME."

"Draco. Stop it." Harry was standing in front of him now.

"Yes, Harry. You have to let him know that we Gryffindors are not easily defeated. Especially when Ginny score the Quaffle."

"You too, Ron."

"But Harry…"

"Not a word, Ron." At this point, Hermione and Sirius stopped their chat and paid more attention at Harry's sudden outburst.

"But Harry, you love Quidditch." Ron looked at him, confused. Draco wisely shut his mouth and let the brave Gryffindor dealt with his… his wife?!

"I do…"

"So why are you…"

"But NOT when I can't play it." Harry cut him.

"Well, I…" Ron was speechless.

"I want to fly. But why can't I? You know I can't fly. But why you keep talking about Quidditch. I want to FLY. So why can't I?"

"Because you are… pregnant?"

'Ron really has to learn when to shut his mouth.' Hermione was just shaking her head while Sirius watched with glee in his eyes.

"I did ask him how he was feeling," Sirius leant in to whisper to Hermione.

"You damn right, Ron. But I WANT TO FLY. FLY FLY FLY." Harry was screaming on top of his voice now but Draco still calm because his room was soundproof.

"Does that mean you won't support either of us?"

'Stupid Ron. He doesn't even know when to stop.' Hermione, Sirius and even Draco had the same thought.

Harry was furious by now. He rummaged his robe for his wand, definitely ready to hex someone.

Hermione looked relieve when she noted that Harry's wand was laying harmlessly on the dresser next to the bed. But much to the shock of the other three people in the room, Draco walked to the dresser and then handed him his wand.

Harry took the wand and walked to the other side of the room and swished his wand in a mad furious way. The walls' colour was changing, from beige to blue. Various blues. Not feeling quite satisfied, Harry started to change the floor, the ceiling and then the furniture in different red, yellow and another blue.

"Now I know why you lost your colours."

Draco didn't see Ron's smirk since he had buried his face in his hands, praying that Harry wouldn't break anything irreparable. Draco looked back to find Harry had changed the bed cover to the Gryffindor's colours. He walked to Harry and held him carefully, "Are you OK now?"

"Sure," Harry gave him the bright smile. "Never felt better before. But… I'm hungry."

Sirius looked at the clock. "It is time for dinner." And suddenly a tray of food was summoned. It was suspiciously Draco's favourite foods.

"Wow."

"Severus took care of everything. Let's eat."

After he had his small part of dinner, Harry couldn't help but stifle his yawn. It was too early to sleep, and the three intruders didn't seem to want to leave. He slipped slowly beside Draco and put his head on his lap. He was asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

"He asleep." Hermione nodded to Harry's direction.

"Do you think we need to leave now?" Sirius suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if he had trespassing his godson's private moment.

"It's OK," Draco's voice was low but clear, his hand playing with Harry's hair. "Hey, do you think his hair is too long?"

"Er?" The others were confused with the sudden change of topic.

"I think it suits him," Hermione looked at Harry's serene face. "So Draco, that little tantrum show, does he do it often?"

"Just once a week for the past three weeks."

"Really, how do you manage it?" Draco only shrugged his shoulder.

"I can't believe he did it." Ron shook his head.

"Believe him, Ron." Sirius told him, "One thing you should learn is never say NO to hormonal people. Especially when they happen to be pregnant."

They had peaceful conversation about Harry. About how the pregnancy went and about Harry's outburst just before.

It was almost curfew when Draco carried Harry to bed and Sirius changed back to his animagus form before he went back through the door. Hermione and Ron took the secret passage to go back to the Gryffindor dorm.

The secret passage took them to the corridor near the Great Hall. They had a silent walk but not an uncomfortable one.

"I do have to admit that Draco has changed. Well, at least where Harry is concerned or around." Hermione said in low tone.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. Imagine the world without Draco Malfoy."

"Scary." They laughed at this. Ron said the password to the Fat Lady and let Hermione in first. After Hermione gave a peck at Ron's cheek, they went to their respective dorms.

The Potions' Master Room

The door sprung open after Padfoot scratch the door three times. He closed the door with his back foot and changed back.

He was surprise to find the room was dark and there's no sign of Severus. He walked to the fireplace, the only source of light and found the table was set to a romantic cosy dinner for two.

He looked over when he heard the door from the bedroom opened slowly. Severus Snape then leaned against the wall. The fire made strange shadows on his face and hid his true intentions. He watched all Sirius' moves with calmness that made something boil inside him.

It took several long steps for Sirius to confront him. "Are you waiting for someone? Is that why you wanted me to leave? How was your night? Did I leave long enough or should I never come back." Sirius hit him blindly. "You concerned about Harry, you make me laugh."

Severus didn't make any attempt to protect himself. But when Sirius attacks were slowing down, he suddenly lifted Sirius' skinny body. Sirius was only slightly shorter than him, but Severus had no difficulty to carry him on his shoulder and threw him on his bed. He took no time to discard Sirius' clothes and then his own with Sirius pinning under him. All the while he said nothing.

And he didn't give Sirius time to argue with him. After they were both naked, he kissed him hard on the mouth and his hand prepared Sirius for the penetration.

Sirius was too shocked to refuse and too eager to partake to stop Severus. It was rough and painful but he wanted it too much.

"Sirius…" Severus whispered to him.

"Yes?"

"I missed you. You won't believe me but these two months were a hell for me." Sirius didn't have the chance to answer because Severus was kissing him again. It was a long, long kiss. And the sensations were too much, he screamed Severus' name when he came. Severus joined him not long afterward.

"Where are you going to?" Sirius asked him when he felt his lover move.

"I'll hurt you if I stay." Severus moved to his side and then pulled him in a lose embrace. "Beside, I'm too heavy for you."

"You're not." Sirius said in sleepy tone. "You lit the fireplace."

"I did."

"It's May."

"Yeah, blame me for trying to be a romantic fool." Severus growled at him.

"Oh, you're not a fool."

"Don't sleep. Come on, let's eat."

"I have had my dinner."

"You're too skinny. You could do with another meal."

Ignoring his nude state, Severus walked to his closet to obtain fresh jeans and have it on. He threw his bathrobe to Sirius rather than hand it to him.

Complaining, Sirius put on the bathrobe and obediently followed Severus to their late dinner date. It was pathetic but after a long eighteen years he still craved for the Slytherin. And he was afraid that this time he would be the only one who got hurt. Again.

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