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Not Again ::Sequel to And Again::	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Well go on, ring the bell.” Draco nudged his son forward.

*ding dong*

A moment later, an oddly familiar person answered the door.

“Hello we- Oliver?”

Ethan Wood!

“Well, well, well, Harry Potter, as I live and breathe.” The brown-haired man said as he leaned against the door frame. “What brings you here, mate?”

Harry smiled brightly at the sight of his old friend. “That’s Potter-Malfoy now. And can we come in?”

Oliver backed into his home and motioned for the trio to follow him.

“Have a seat.” He gestured toward his couch. “Can I get you guys anything? A drink?”

“Fire whiskey.” Scorpius mumbled half-heartedly.

Oliver looked skeptically at the teen. “He’s kidding right?”

“Of course he is.” Draco replied with a glare toward his son. “And we’re fine.”

The older man took a seat himself and reiterated, “So what are you doing here?”

Harry glanced around the room as he asked in return, “Is your son home?”

“Not at the moment, no. Why?” Oliver asked, drawing his brows together.

The first response came in the form of Scorpius’ sobbing harshly from his spot between his parents.

Harry put an arm around his crying child. “Shh shh shh. It’ll be okay, Scorpius.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Wood asked softly.

Draco spoke up as Harry continued to calm their distressed son. “It seems we have a situation involving your son and Scorpius here.”

“What kind of situation? They’re not in any trouble are they?” Oliver asked almost angrily, leaning forward in his seat.

“Yes and no. Apparently, your nineteen year old and our sixteen year old have grown rather fond of each other and that fondness has manifested itself in the form of… a child.” The blonde man slowly and cautiously explained.

Oliver’s mouth dropped open in shock. “They… what?”

Before anyone could reply, Oliver stood from his chair and marched into the kitchen. It was silent for a few seconds before the three Potter-Malfoys heard a shout of, “Get your arse home, NOW!”

There was a whoosh of the floo before a new voice asked, “What’s going on, dad?”

“Go!”

The door to the adjoining kitchen swung open and a handsome, young version of Oliver stepped through, shortly followed by Oliver himself.

“Sit!” The older Wood commanded of his son.

“Who are they… Scorpius?” The younger brunette asked from his seat, suddenly recognizing the dark head of hair hung low between his fathers. The boy in question glanced up for a moment before burying his face in his dad’s shoulder.

Draco leaned forward, looking at the young man with scrutinizing eyes. “So, you’re Ethan?”

“Yeeaaah… Why?”

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m only going to ask you this once, son. Did you or did you not sleep with this sixteen year old boy?”

The nineteen year old blanched. “Yes?”

Smack!

“Ow.” Ethan rubbed his stinging cheek. “What was that for? Sixteen is the age of consent.”

“I should hit you again for being dumb enough to have sex without protection. Even a condom…” Oliver seethed.

“What protection? Neither of us had any diseases and he’s a muggle. So what of it?” Ethan asked, thoroughly confused.

Harry giggled.

“You think this is funny, Potter?” Oliver spat.

“I’m sorry.” Harry said once he’d regained control of himself. “It’s not, I know but, Scorpius here thought Ethan was a muggle and that it wasn’t possible to conceive with him.”

“Conceive?” The young brunette asked. “Conceive what? What is going on?”

Draco picked up the conversation from there. “Your escapades with my son have resulted in pregnancy.” He stated flatly.

“I-wai… How? Wha? He’s not a mu-” There was a dull thud as the young man slid from his chair to the floor, unconscious.

“Well, at least he reacted better than you did, Draco.” Harry said with a small amount of mirth.

“What happened?” The nineteen year old asked as he came to a moment later. “I thought he was a muggle.” The older teen stated as he retook his chair.

“I’m a wizard.” Scorpius finally piped up. “I thought you were a muggle.”

“Can someone explain to me how you both thought you were muggles?” Oliver asked.

Ethan spoke up first. “Well, we met in muggle London. He had an mp3 player. I just assumed…”

“And he never mentioned anything magical to me, so I thought he was a muggle.” Scorpius finished.

“So…” Harry started, interrupting the silence that had fallen on the room. “What are we gonna do?”

“Get rid of it?” Ethan half-jokingly suggested.

“No!”

“No way!”

“Absolutely not!” Three oldest men in the room answered simultaneously.

Ethan put his hands up in defense. “I was only joking. I know that’s not even a legal option.”

“Well, Scorpius is the one who’s pregnant.” Draco helpfully stated. “I think we should ask him what he wants to do first.”

Every eye in the room turned to the young teen positioned in the middle of the couch. “What do you want to do, Scorpius?” Harry gently asked his pregnant son.

Scorpius sniffled a little before replying, “I-I wanna keep it.

“I know I’m not ready but, I don’t think I could bear the thought of having a child out there whose life I wasn’t a part of.”

Draco ran a comforting hand over his son’s head. “That’s a very mature outlook, Scor.”

Oliver looked at his own son. “What about you?”

“I… I don’t know. I wasn’t planning on getting married or having a family any time soon.” He quietly replied.

“Whoa, back up there. No one said anything about marriage.” Draco interjected.

“Really?” Harry suddenly piped up. “I’m not saying they should get married, but I’m surprised you aren’t all for it, love. You’re the traditional one.”

Draco looked at his husband over their son’s dark head. “It’s the twenty-first century, Harry. They can co-parent without being in a relationship.”

Ethan was also surprised by this information. “At least someone’s on my side.” He mumbled.

Scorpius suddenly sobbed harshly.

“Hey, now. What’s wrong?” Harry asked the troubled teen.

“I-I don’ wanna b-be alone.” He cried, burying his face in his hands.

Harry pulled his son back into a comforting hug. “You aren’t alone. Your father and I are right here with you. Plus, Grandma Cissy, Grandpa Sirius, Grandpa Remy, Grandma Molly… everyone. No one is going to leave you alone with this.”

“May I?” A voice directly above him suddenly said.

The raven-haired man looked up to see Ethan standing in front of him. He released Scorpius and allowed the older teen to take his place.

“Scorpius…” He started softly, gaining the younger teen’s attention. “I do care about you, but I’m just not ready for a serious relationship. I won’t abandon this baby though. I promise. I’ll be there for you.” He laid a hand on the other teen’s shoulder.

Scorpius sniffled, but looked up, blue eyes meeting brown. “Maybe… maybe someday?” He whimpered.

Ethan gave him a small smile. “I won’t make any promises, but maybe someday.”

~!~

“Push, Mr. Potter-Malfoy, push.” Ordered Healer Carter, the same healer who’d delivered baby James just a year and a half ago.

With a strangled cry, Scorpius did as he was told. The contraction passed and he was told he could stop pushing for the moment.

“Where’s Ethan?” The teen sobbed even as he tried to relax into the bed beneath him.

“Hush, little love. He’s on his way.” Harry reassured his son. He wasn’t completely sure though. They had sent a message to Ethan and Oliver that Scorpius had gone into labor but so far, only the latter had shown up at St. Mungo’s. “If you want, I can go check if he’s here yet.”

“Please.” Scorpius begged, looking up at his dad through his damp fringe.

Harry ran a hand through his son’s dark, sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back.”

As Harry left the room, another contraction started and Scorpius was instructed to push once again.

Suddenly, the door opened with a bang. “Scorpius!” Came a frazzled shout.

The teen in question looked toward the door and cracked a wide smile when he saw the other father of his soon-to-be-child entering the room.

“Finally.” He sobbed as the other male approached. “I-I thought you weren’t coming.”

Ethan reached Scorpius’ bedside and took a hold of his hand. “Of course I’d be here. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“What took you so long?” The raven-haired teen asked as a familiar, painful squeezing ripped through him once more.

The now twenty year old ran a hand through Scorpius’ hair as he began pushing again. “I’m so sorry. It took forever to get someone to cover my shift at work. No one wanted to come in and the owner only finally took over for me when I threatened to quit over the birth of my child.”

The contraction passed and Scorpius relaxed again. “You’re here now though.”

“Yeah, I’m here now.” Ethan replied softly, almost lovingly.

“Where’s dad?” The teen asked.

“They told us only one person could come in. Your dad tried to argue about it, but I pushed passed him. That’s why the door opened so harshly.” The young Wood explained.

“Oh…”

Ethan suddenly got nervous. “If you’d rather your dad come back, I’ll leave…”

“No!” Scorpius bellowed before gaining control of his voice. “I-I want you to stay.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

~!~

Twenty-five minutes passed before the high-pitched cries of an infant filled the room.

“Congratulations Mr. Potter-Malfoy, Mr. Wood, it’s a girl.” Healer Carter announced as he held the small bundle of joy, still connected to Scorpius by the umbilical cord, up for both men to see.

Scorpius gave a damp smile and finally fully relaxed. Ethan grinned next to him.

The healer passed the newborn off to the so far silent nurse as he moved to cut the umbilical. “Care to do the honors?” He asked of Ethan and offered a pair of clippers.

“Yeah. Sure.” The young man replied, moving to the end of the bed.

A few minutes passed as the healer and nurse finished inspecting and cleaning off the infant.

Finally, the little girl was presented to her parents, wrapped in a soft, pink blanket. “She’s perfectly healthy.” The nurse stated as she laid the small child in Scorpius’ arms.

Scorpius gave the girl a watery smile and attempted to hold back the happy tears that threatened to fall.

“She’s so small.” Ethan marveled, running a hand over the dark fuzz that adorned her head.

“Of course she is.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt…” Healer Carter started, “But we do need to take care of the afterbirth.”

“Here, let me take her.” Ethan offered as he collected the small bundle. “Can I take her to meet her family?”

Scorpius nodded his consent while the Healer replied, “By all means.”

The moment Ethan entered the waiting room; he was swarmed by both adults and children. Everyone began talking at once and the young man wasn’t sure who to address first.

“How’s Scorpius doing?” Finally made it through the din.

“He’s fine.” Ethan replied. “And please, one at a time.”

Draco stepped up next to the young man holding his first grandchild. “So a girl, huh?”

“Yeah. She’s perfect.”

A soft tug on his pant leg got Ethan’s attention. “I wanna see.” Said Elliot in his tiny voice.

Ethan knelt down so the dark-haired boy could see his niece. “She’s squishy.” He said with a small giggle.

“I’m going to go see Scorpius.” Harry suddenly announced and took his leave.

“Does she have a name?” Oliver piped up.

“Sort of.” Ethan replied as he stood back up. “We actually thought about naming her after you, dad, but that’s sort of off the table. We had talked about the name Olivia if it was a girl though. What do you think?”

Oliver held out his arms in a silent plea to hold the child. “Hi, Olivia… Wood?” He questioned as he took the girl.

Ethan ran a hand over his head, but before he could reply, “Why not Potter-Malfoy?” Draco interjected.

“I think we should leave that up to Scorpius, don’t you?” Ethan cut in before an argument could start.

Neither man answered.

~!~

“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked Scorpius when the small family was finally left alone with little Olivia sleeping in a bassinet near the bed.

Scorpius looked up at the brunette with a groggy smile. “I’m tired.” He mumbled. “But content.”

Ethan smiled back and the raven-haired teen felt his heart flutter.

“Scorpius…” The older of the two murmured. He moved from his chair to the edge of the bed. “Remember how I said ‘maybe someday’?”

The teen felt his heart skip a beat. Was this..?

“Y-yeah.” He replied, just above a whisper.

Instead of continuing with words, Ethan leaned forward and placed a small, chaste kiss on Scorpius’ pale lips.

Almost immediately, Scorpius’ lips parted and allowed Ethan’s questing tongue entrance. The kiss lasted mere seconds, but to the two young men, it felt like a lifetime.

“I think that day might be today.”

And they all lived happily ever after. For real this time.
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