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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

When a few days had passed, and it was time for Potter and Severus to meet again to appease their unstable bond, Severus had retained hopes that the foolish child giving up on his stance. Potter had come to detention wearing his band. No amount of arguing, threatening, or bribing managing to sway him. In the end, a very frustrated, and reluctant, Severus gave in yet again. This time was no better than the first. The minimal pleasure he received was easily ignored in favor of viewing the whole thing with the utmost disgust. He liked to think that he was a reasonable man. He knew that something had to give, that they had to do something to keep this bond strong. Surrendering his pride or great ordeals was nothing new to a man who had known nothing but surrender and torment. Actually, having to be in a submissive role in the bedroom was something else entirely and, for his first experience with such a thing to be with a teenage boy, was truly degrading. It was for the best, really, but the self loathing that followed each time was enough to make him want to strangle the boy or himself. Potter only wanted to get the better of him and Severus would be damned if he let him! The boy was exactly like his father and Severus would never be a victim to a Potter ever again.

So, a few days later, as the time had come to copulate yet again, when it was Severus's turn to dominate, he had a new strategy in mind. Severus could confess to himself that he wanted nothing more than to humiliate the boy, to give him as little pleasure as possible and make him feel every ounce of hatred Severus had in his only two experiences as a bottom. Making Potter miserable wasn't worth his own discomfort, so a new plan formulated. He would make the younger wizard enjoy it; bring him pleasure he could never hope to experience otherwise. The Gryffindor would eventually not want to top him at all, enjoying his time as the bottom too much to even dream of it again. Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch. Severus, while finding some small pleasure in the position, couldn't understand why anyone would prefer it. But, if Lucius Malfoy could so eagerly take it up the arse, then Harry Potter could be just as slutty a bottom.

The evening started out promising enough. They retreated to Severus's personal chambers, as he didn't believe it was very safe to continue their liaisons in his office where they could be interrupted easily. He proceeded to distract Potter from his own moodiness with what had to be the best blowjob he had ever given. It was such a shame to have wasted such skill and enthusiasm on a Potter. To Severus's surprise, Potter seemed eager to return the favor, which was how Severus found himself sitting in his favorite chair with the boy's head in his lap, mouth bobbing up and down over his cock. Without the bond to encourage him to forget his own comfort, gladly taking any pain given out of sheer need of having Severus inside of him, Potter could only take in a few inches and, sadly, seemed to remember his limitations here. The first few minutes were rather awkward as Potter tried to establish a good rhythm. Severus was tempted to go about taunting the boy. Sex with their bond in control of things was better than this. At least for him. Potter always ended up in a great deal of pain. He may have enjoyed the sight, had Potter not gone through such lengths to be so careful with him, making it hard to really find amusement in the brat's discomfort.

Eventually, Potter really got into the act of sucking cock. It was as though he was in some sort of trance, his mind gone, letting instincts take over. And what beautiful instincts they were! His hand moved firmly over the flesh Potter couldn't take into his mouth, even daring to fondle his bollocks now and then as he had done for the boy not so long ago. There was something very mesmerizing about the peaceful look on the Gryffindor's face, how erotic it was to see his thick cock disappearing in and out of his mouth. Any malicious amusement he had seen in Potter on his knees between his legs was gone now, paralyzed by his own little trance. Long fingers combed through the boy's unruly hair, twitching slightly in response to the arousing feel of that head moving up and down. Potter moaned quietly around his cock, causing Severus to gasp quietly in pleasure.

"Look at me," he whispered, wanting nothing more than to see those eyes he had fallen in love with. Potter was so lost in his work he didn't even bother looking at Severus, only the quiet command reaching his ears, disorientating him a bit as he blinked open those bright emerald orbs, glancing up to meet Severus's dark gaze. His fingers tightened in the boy's hair, making Potter cringe, momentarily, before relaxing again. The desire was clearly written all over the boy's face and Severus didn't dare mock him for it. He was too in awe of the expression, too full of lust himself to laugh or taunt the boy. Merlin, what he wouldn't give to come in the boy's mouth, to watch him swallow every last drop. Then he could get Potter off and that would suffice for their bond. The act of anal penetration wasn't necessary, was it? Severus wanted that just as badly, though. He was really going to have to keep some sort of male performance potions on hand if this kept up. Especially if he wanted to draw things out as much as he did tonight. And would every night until Potter gave into him.

He was reluctant to stop the boy, letting him continue to hungrily suck his cock a few minutes longer than he intended. Only when he knew he was cutting it close did he urge Potter up. "Come here," he commanded. His student seemed just as hesitant as he was to stop, slowly pulling up, releasing his hardness with a soft pop then flicking his tongue over the head one last time before grabbing the arms of the chair and hoisting himself up into Severus's lap. Eager hands roamed across young flesh, letting the boy rub his needy erection against his stomach. With the lubricant he had placed in the cushion before the boy's arrival, he carefully prepared the boy with one finger, then two, then three while kissing from Potter's jaw along his neck down his shoulder to his erect nipples. By the time Severus grabbed Potter's hips, guiding him back onto his calmed prick, the boy had an angry dark red hickey on the side of his neck. Severus didn't think he'd be so kind as to give him a potion to cover it up. Let his ever adoring fans try to figure out where it had come from. They could never even comprehend it had come from their hated potions master.

Their time together dragged by slowly, but Severus had never been happier for it. Potter's company during sex was better than he could have imagined. Once the boy was too lost in his own lust to think clearly, he became an ideal lover. Those moans were music to Severus's ears, the young body moving perfectly with his, every bit of the teenager driving him wild in a way he was almost ashamed to admit. Potter began riding his cock with the same clumsiness he had started the blowjob but performed beautifully once the throes of passion overcame him. When the boy came for the first time, Severus realized how close he was himself and, quickly, pulled out, leading Potter over to the nearby couch while he calmed down, positioning the boy on his hands and knees facing the back of the couch. He grasped his soul mate's thin hips then pounded into him while sucking on the side of his neck and shoulders again, producing two new hickeys by the time they moved again. Severus was reluctant to stop when he felt himself come closer again but managed to pull out in time, stumbling to his feet and arranging Potter onto his side, finding it hard to maneuver in his body's frustration. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer but was sure Potter would be more than satisfied the time they were finally through as the younger wizard was already hard again.

With Potter lying on his side on the couch, Severus grabbed his top leg and lifted it up, coming down to straddle the thigh of his bottom leg that was stretched out. His lover was panting heavily, looking up at him in confusion while he moved to roll over. Severus reached down to grasp him, moving his body back into the proper position then holding him still. Once he felt confident that he had calmed down considerably and the boy wasn't going to move, he held Potter's leg up over his shoulder and slowly pressed into him yet again. Potter shivered, his hot channel clenching almost painfully tight around Severus's shaft. His hands were clutching tightly at the cushions of the couch, whole body so sensitive from everything they had already done. He whimpered loudly as Severus pressed into him, cringing in pain while excitedly moving his hips against his professor. The position didn't make it easy for Potter to move with him but the boy seemed intent on letting Severus know how much he wanted this.

"Please…please," the boy gasped.

"Please what?" Severus breathed.

"Fuck me. Please, please fuck me."

"What do you…you think…I've been…doing?" Severus asked breathlessly as he began slowly moving in and out.

"More…just…more."

"Can you handle more?" he teased.

"Please…Need you. More. Now. Please," the boy whimpered.

Severus smirked. Keeping one hand on Potter's hip, the other arm wrapped around his leg, holding it to his chest, he began to fuck the boy in earnest. Gods, he was just ready to come already! It had been while since he had held off so long with the intention of making things last longer in the bedroom. As good as it felt, and even with those times he wished the pleasure never had to end, he felt like he might go mad if he didn't reach his orgasm soon.

Potter seemed to be in a state of pained bliss that was interesting to observe. His face was scrunched up, fingers clutching the couch so tightly his knuckles were white, panting heavily, letting out a constant stream of noise from whimpers to gasps to moans. Never had Severus seen anyone look so helpless in their pleasure.

"Yes…please…fuck me…yes…there…like that…yes…yesss," the boy babbled.

Merlin, he never wanted this to stop. He wasn't sure he could survive stopping again but, at the same time. he never wanted to be anywhere but inside of his soul mate. It didn't matter how sore either of them were, how slick with sweat their skin was, or anything else going on in the world. Nothing had ever felt this good before. No other lover had been quite so responsive, no other body feeling as though it was made for him. He could feel the end drawing near and wanted to stop, wanting to give himself another break so that they could go again, go on all through the night.

He paused only momentarily to move Potter's leg back down, bending it at the knee and pressing it into the boy's chest before leaning over him. His chest was pressed against the boy's side, arms resting on either side of the couch, and he picked up the pace. His muscles were all sore, begging him to stop. It had been so long since he had kept this going for such an extended period of time. At this point, Severus was sure he could pull or even break something and be incapable of stopping himself until he had come. Lips pressed down against every inch of available skin, tongue flicking over the big, red-purple looking mark he had created on the slope of the boy's neck.

"Gods," the boy hissed as Severus nibbled at his throat then kissed along his jaw. Potter turned just in time to capture Severus's lips, taking the older man by surprise. The boy released his grip on the couch in order to wind them around Severus, kissing him more intently. He obliged, kissing the boy deeply and swallowing every intake of breath, each pant, every last moan, plea and groan. The lips beneath his were so soft, so warm. That mouth tasted so sweet, like butterbeer and the treacle tart he had been shoveling into it at dinner. Potter tasted of youth, inexperience, and need. Severus wasn't one who enjoyed kissing much during sex but the boy was intoxicating.

"Mmm," the boy moaned, hand slipping down Severus's back despite his attempts at clinging on tightly. The amount of sweat rolling off them made it hard. The other hand tangled in Severus's greasy hair, the tight grip not annoying him as it might have normally. "Please…Touch me…Need you…touch me…now…need…please…oh gods, please."

Severus slid his tongue into the boy's mouth again to shut him up, kissing him deeper as he slid one hand down to capture the boy's leaking prick. Potter clung to him tighter, mouth opening wide in a soundless cry of pleasure as a few pumps later he was coming all over Severus's hand. To his surprise, Severus found himself following only seconds later, his own orgasm catching him off guard, seizing control of his body. He held onto the smaller body beneath him just as hard as the boy was clinging to him. As he emptied himself into the tight channel, he sank his teeth deeply into Potter's shoulder. The boy managed to roll onto his back just before Severus collapsed onto him.

For several long minutes, they laid there, holding each other, catching their breath together, relaxing, and waiting for the chaos in their minds to settle. It was comfortable. Severus couldn't remember the last time he had been left feeling so sated from sex. He felt dirty and sore, so could probably do with a nice, long, hot shower. But it would have to wait. He was more tempted to sleep.

Only the soft snores emitting from below him interrupted that peaceful state that was bound to become sleep. Severus groaned, blinked open his eyes, and pushed himself up to glare down at the boy. Potter was not spending the night with him! Pushing the boy off the couch was sure to wake him up. It was a strong urge but he fought it and, instead, reached out to shake the boy roughly. He was too tired to do much more, really. "Potter. Get out."

"What? Oh…sorry," he muttered. The brat cleared his throat then sat up. Pushing him off the couch would have been more satisfying, really. He was being too nice. Severus let out an impatient huff, causing the boy to glare sleepily before stumbling around the room to retrieve his clothes. Stretching out on the couch then passing out himself sounded like a good idea but he was not leaving himself in such a vulnerable position while Potter was still in his chambers. Potter barely seemed awake by the time he was fully clothed but Severus didn't feel much better.

"See you…'morrow," the boy said with a large yawn. Severus watched drowsily as the boy shuffled across the room until he was finally out of his chambers. It was a great effort to move himself to his bedroom but he was going to be sore enough as it was in the morning without getting a rough sleep on his living room furniture.

Befriending Hermione and Ginevra had been one thing. For Draco Malfoy to find himself walking down the corridors having a civil conversation with Neville Longbottom was even worse! The quiet Gryffindor was relatively intelligent, despite popular belief, and easy to talk to. Draco hardly even thought about the fact that this was Longbottom. But, when he did, he could hardly push back the incredulity of the whole thing. For his part, Neville didn't seem to be having the same problem. This was the boy who seemed to be developing a close friendship to Daphne Greengrass, though. Maybe hanging around Slytherins wasn't so strange for him anymore.

It had started shortly after dinnertime. Draco was in dire need of help with his Herbology homework. While he excelled in Potions, he struggled a bit with Herbology, which was sad considering most of their ingredients would come from plants. He had asked Ginevra and Hermione for their help but the former had been a bit distant for the past week while the latter had a previous engagement. Both suggested Neville for the job, even going so far as to ask the boy for him. Neville, to his surprise, had readily agreed. They got permission from Professor Sprout to use Greenhouse 3 with a reminder that curfew wasn't too far away. Neville was a calm, patient teacher who dealt with Draco's impatience and frustrations easily. They worked a few hours past curfew without realizing with little progress made. The Gryffindor promised to help Draco whenever he needed and suggested meeting up during their free periods the next few days until the work was done.

On their way back to the castle, they had other topics to cover.

"You're not interested in Daphne, are you? I think she really fancies Charles Weasley now."

"No…er…I'm not really…I don't fancy girls."

"Oh. So that rumor was true?"

"Heard that from Zabini?"

"Yes."

"Well…Yeah. It's true."

"You do know…"

"Soul mates don't have to…Yeah, I know. But…I always fancied Cedric, really. Never really had the confidence to admit it until this whole thing came around, though, you know?"

"I suppose so."

"Is that a problem?"

"As long as you don't try to seduce me, I should be fine."

Neville laughed. "No worries there."

"What? You don't find me attractive?"

Draco grinned when his partner blushed. "Well, I didn't say that either."

"Oh? Do tell."

Neville squirmed uncomfortably. "There's not much to tell. I mean…Yeah, you're…you're plenty…you know. Attractive. But…Well, I don't like you that way. So I would never…You know."

"Ah. No sex with someone unless you're in love, then?" Draco asked, having a hard time reeling in his urge to pick on the other wizard.

"Yeah. That's right," Neville said, giving Draco a wary look. That only made it harder but Draco managed to keep himself in control.

"Besides, you have enough troubles with your love life the last I checked," Neville mentioned casually but the look in his eyes suggested anything but. He was looking at Draco, searching for his reaction to the sore subject. The love triangle between Hermione, Ginevra, and himself. Or, more like, a love square if you wanted to include Blaise.

"Enough to last me a lifetime," Draco said, forcing himself to laugh. He was far from amused.

"What is going on there, if you don't mind my asking?" Neville asked.

"I do mind," Draco snapped.

Neville raised his hands in surrender. "That's fine. I don't mean to pry. Only…I know it must be a…challenging situation. But…if you need anyone to talk to. Well, I'm sure Daphne wouldn't mind, but…I don't mind lending an ear, if you want. I'm told I'm a good listener."

Very good with advice, too. He had heard that from Hermione, Ginevra, and Daphne. Neville was a good friend. Their tutoring sessions alone had told Draco a great deal about Neville's character, how valuable he would be as an ally…friend, really, though he was reluctant to use the term. The last thing he wanted to think about, though, was his impending fatherhood and a complicated love life. Things were awkward between everyone involved. Blaise was always watching him, just waiting for him to make one wrong move. Ginevra was trying to figure out her feelings. Then Hermione…

"Hermione gave Ginevra and I her blessing," Draco said after a few minutes of silence. Neville nodded, but said nothing more. "Surprised me."

"I think it surprised everyone," Neville commented.

"Ginevra's still thinking about what she wants to do. I guess I should be understanding, but…I like her," Draco said. It was the first time he had said so aloud. "And she likes me. She's as much as said it. But…with everything…She thinks it might not be a good idea."

"Can you blame her?" Neville asked with a small smile.

Considering Ginevra's best friend was Draco's soul mate and the mother of his child, he supposed he couldn't. It was hard for him to see things from her perspective. All he knew was that he cared about them both a great deal but Ginevra was someone he could afford to have a future with. The more he thought about being with her, the more he liked the idea. The more he wanted her. Now, with the fact that they liked each other was out, it gave hope that could only be squashed. The way things were going, Draco highly doubted Ginevra would decide in his favor.

When Draco said nothing, they fell into silence for another few minutes. "Is there anything I can do?" he finally asked. "To help my odds?"

Neville considered this for a moment. "Hmmm. I'm not sure. I know how to not hurt your odds. Don't push her. She's very stubborn, has a temper, you should know."

"She is a Weasley," Draco nodded.

"Yes. So…I dunno. Just give her space. Maybe sit down with her and rationally discuss with her why you think you should be together," Neville suggested. "Just don't yell or tell her what to do. You'd have to be calm about it. As inoffensive as possible."

"Right," Draco said, frowning. It sounded easy in words but, in practice, he was sure it would be much harder. In short, it seemed completely hopeless. "What do you think? Should we be together?"

"I can't really tell you that," Neville said with a frown. "On the one hand, you do have feelings for each other. Not much else should matter. But…with everything else…it will pose problems in any relationship. However, it could be detrimental to a new one."

Great. Even more unhelpful news.

"But…if you really want to be with her…it couldn't hurt to try," Neville offered.

Draco snorted. "I'm sure it wo…"

He was cut off by a distant shout. Since it was after hours it was surprising. But the sound itself didn't bode well. Draco glanced at Neville, then back down the corridor. There were loud sounds of feet hitting the stone, a sharp cry of pain and the familiar shout of a very illegal curse. Eyes wide, Draco stepped back a few paces while Neville charged forward. Draco watched him go in surprise, not sure why anyone would want to run towards that sort of thing. But Draco was Head Boy. The least he could do was get a teacher. Curiosity won out and Draco ran after Neville, glancing around to see where they were then figuring where the nearest teacher would be once he found out what was going on.

What he found was a group not too far from where Gryffindor Tower was. At first glance, Draco's heart froze fearfully in his chest. From the dark cloaks to the masks, they could have been Death Eaters. Further inspection told that they were plain black robes that most first years came in, with no House badge anywhere in sight to identify them. Their also wore tall black hoods that didn't seem attached to the actual robes but, instead, from something they wore beneath them. The masks were nothing more than homemade replicas of the Death Eater masks. They could have been made in an art class, really.

Next thing he realized was that the group was targeting Harry Potter. The Chosen One was pale with what looked like vomit trailing down his face, neck, and the front of his shirt. His body shook, though he managed to keep his arm steady as he aimed his wand at his attackers, firing back. Potter was brilliant in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco could admit that. He had fought against some evil or another every year he had been at Hogwarts. That alone could attest to his skill. Draco had seen for himself how amazing Potter was. He was the best in their year in that class! Tonight, though, Potter was anything but good. While Draco had heard that his magic had been unstable for a few weeks, there was nothing unstable now. But he seemed weaker. None of his counter-curses had quite the force he was used to seeing from Potter.

Neville ran in to join the fight, warding off the others as one sent a hex that pushed Potter hard into the nearest wall. He collapsed, sliding on his knees to retrieve his wand but his attacker stomped on his hand. Draco quickly summoned Potter's wand, sent the attacker flying, helped Potter to his feet, handed it to him then turned back to the group, only to see them running in the opposite direction.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Draco spat.

"Looked like…Death Eaters," Neville gasped, glaring down the corridor as he caught his breath.

"They're not," Potter said, sinking back down to his knees.

"Harry!" Neville exclaimed, running to his side. "What happened?"

"Was coming back from detention," Potter muttered. "Password changed. Didn't know it. Then they came up. Been fighting them for a while. Wasn't sure I'd hang on much longer."

"Looks like you got sick everywhere," Draco said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Feel like I might again," Potter admitted.

"Let's get you to the infirmary," Neville said, reaching down to grab Potter. Draco watched, prepared to go hunt down a professor to report the incident. Seeing how pathetic Potter looked, and how hard of a time Neville had with him, Draco sighed heavily then reached out to grab his other side, careful to avoid any of his sickness.

"So help me Merlin, if you throw up on me, Potter…" Draco warned.

"Do my best," Potter muttered as the three staggered down the empty corridor.

When everyone else headed to bed, Hermione made quick work of finishing her Ancient Runes assignment and went to studying her two new favorite subjects. Dumbledore had written her a permission slip to have full access to the library and to order outside books, most of which pertained to the Soul Bond. It was very interesting to learn more about the bond she had committed herself to, especially since most of the work involved history and having to get access to information about people long dead. None of them were very noteworthy, really, which made information even harder to come by. Hermione liked to think she was slowly putting the pieces together though. She couldn't wait until she had enough to present to Dumbledore and the others!

Her pregnancy books were all just as distracting. She had resigned herself to the fact that she was having a baby, at least mentally. Emotionally, it was still a bit much to take. Logically, she knew she had to take care of herself, know as much about the process as possible, which was what she was doing. She took all of the necessary potions, was watching what she ate, and imagined how her little boy looked right now. Then she was obviously going to need a name. That part seemed relatively easy until she actually started thinking about it. She went through each letter in the book, listed the pros and cons of each name, taking into account meaning, the sound, possible nicknames, any references, and anything else. After a few days of actually looking through it, she was only on letter D now. The list only had a few names on it.

An hour and a half was spent looking over the newpapers she had received on a bonded couple from the 1400's named Agatha and Ruth, who were condemned to death when they were found by their husbands to be lesbian lovers. Dumbledore had been in contact with one of Ruth's descendants, who actually had the diaries of both women in his possession. The family, while despising the 'sin' the women had committed, had kept their belongings safe, should they find anything useful and, eventually, became interesting artifacts to the families in later years. Hermione found them interesting indeed. Their love was breathtaking, so easy to become absorbed in when reading their words. Only realizing where it would end made it heartbreaking.

Part of her had to wonder some things when reading Ruth's diary. When she was pregnant for the third time, she often mused about what life would be like if the child she was carrying was Agatha's. It couldn't help but make her think of when Harry had thought he was pregnant. Hermione had to scold him for not bothering to ask her, not confiding with her until after the fact. It did seem ridiculous, males becoming pregnant. Just as ridiculous as it was for a female to get pregnant by another female. Was it a hint of some kind? Or only innocent hoping? She chewed on her bottom lip, tapping her quill against her knee while she stared at the line. Finally, hesitantly, scribbling same sex pregnancy on her parchment followed by a number of question marks. She felt silly just writing it, but it wouldn't hurt to look into it.

"Eh…Er…D'you…you need any help, Mione?"

She gasped, dropping her quill as she looked up at Ron Weasley. Her ex-boyfriend stood there, looking horribly uncomfortable. She scowled at him, coldly asking, "Shouldn't you be in bed, Ronald?"

"I…Probably. But I…couldn't sleep."

"That's not my problem, is it?"

"Oh um…Guess not."

Ron just stood there, looking around the emptied common room. Hermione sighed heavily, pointedly picking up her quill and going back to work. It was hard to concentrate with Ron standing right there but she pretended she was going on just fine.

"I really am sorry, you know," Ron finally said. He looked like he was pouting now as he kicked the floor.

"No, I don't know," Hermione said.

"Well, I am. I was a jerk, alright?" Ron said.

Hermione just raised her eyebrow.

Ron sighed then kicked the floor again. "I was a right prat. I was horrible. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to hex me. Ginny's already threatened to do it a few times."

"You deserve it," Hermione said stiffly.

"I know," Ron replied sadly. "I just…I get so mad sometimes."

"Yeah, I know," Hermione said accusingly, though her tone wasn't quite as angry as it had been. Already, she hated herself for the way her eyes threatened tears. "That doesn't give you the right to treat anyone the way you treated me."

"I really buggered that one up, didn't I?" Ron muttered.

"That would be stating the obvious," she muttered, voice cracking.

"Merlin, I'm so…I'm really sorry. I was just…mad. Cause…Well…I loved you and you were Malfoy's soul mate and now you're having his kid and I just…It got to me."

"You loved me?" Hermione demanded shrilly. "You loved me? Ron, nothing you did even hinted at love!"

"But that was just it! I was so mad because I really loved you!" Ron hurried to explain. "You just…the soul mate thing! And…You hid it from me! I really thought it would be us, you know? That we could get married, bond, have kids…we could have it all. And when I found out the truth, it sort of ruined everything. I thought that since…since we weren't…we weren't meant to be. And just…I messed up really bad, then I hated myself for it so I was even more mad. Then…then…Hannah! Then…Oh, I dunno. It was just bad. Cause you were friendly with Malfoy then, too. And…just…now you're preggers and…it's all just bad! Life just…just really, really sucks. You know?"

"Yeah," Hermione laughed bitterly. "I know."

"Yeah," Ron said. By now, his face was a horrible red color, blue eyes unable to stay in one place for very long. Hermione couldn't help but smile. Ron didn't do very well with understanding his own feelings, let alone expressing them. Recognizing this made her smile a bit more, though she did her best to bite it back. Things would never be the same between Ron and her ever again. He was married to Hannah now and, aside from that, too much had happened. She was still a bit sore over all that he had said and done. But she knew him too well, had loved him for too long, for her to hate him forever. He was her first love. Like it or not, it would stay with her forever. "So just…Whatever I need to do to…to make it up to you just…just lemme know, alright?"

"Sure, Ron," she said with a small nod of her head. Ron smiled hesitantly, then turned to head back to the boy's dorm. Hermione bit her lip, watching him go before calling out, "Ron, wait!"

"Yeah?" he said, quickly turning towards her.

"Mind helping me do research?"

Blue eyes grew wide. "D…Do I have to?"

Most days she might have been annoyed by his reluctance but tonight Hermione couldn't help but smile. It was just so…Ron. The redhead grinned in response, relaxed, and shrugged his shoulders. "What do you need me to do?"

Deep inside, Hermione wasn't certain she was entirely ready to forgive Ron of everything. She really wanted to, though. It wouldn't hurt to at least begin the repairs on their friendship. With a smile, she beckoned him forward, waiting until Ron was sitting beside her before saying anything. "Have you ever heard anything about…homosexuals reproducing? Together?" Hermione asked. There wasn't anything mentioned in books about the matter. Harry had told her everything about his visit with Pomfrey upon her request, though, and some of the comments stuck with her. Being a pureblood, Ron was bound to have heard some of the rumors about things.

Ron's brows furrowed in confusion. "Sure. What do you need to know about that for?"

Harry must not have told Ron. Hermione shrugged and tapped her parchment. "Doing research on Soul Bonds. I've heard some things mentioned about same sex pregnancy but I haven't really thought to ask for any details until now."

"Well, I'm not sure what to say about it," Ron shrugged. "They told us that stuff as kids, y'know? Try to scare some people out of being gay. But…they say that really powerful witches or wizards can have kids with you know…another witch or wizard. Or they can even have kids by themselves. Like…well, I dunno, like what. But there are some things that can have kids on their own. Then…I dunno how it works. Someone said the pregger bloke would grow lady parts. That's kinda scary for any bloke, y'know? Oh! They also said that the kids turn out really, really weird. Like barely human! You know how they go on about how deformed incest babies are, right? Well, I've heard it said that gay babies are worse! Really messed up."

"Of course they would say that," Hermione said dryly. Already the hints of homophobia in their world were miffing her.

"I dunno why it would matter, though. It's impossible," Ron said.

"Maybe," Hermione sighed. At the incredulous look Ron gave her, Hermione elaborated. "I'm doing research on bonds, remember? There haven't been many Soul Bonds, have there?"

"Oh shite!" Ron said, paling drastically. Hermione watched him, half amused, as the idea of male pregnancy sunk in. She had never seen him look more disturbed in her life. "Good thing Harry isn't shagging Snape, eh?"

It was Hermione's turn to pale, though Ron didn't notice. "Good thing."

"Yeah. Can you imagine Snape having a baby?"

"No, not really. Harry could be the pregnant one, though, you know."

"Merlin, I hope not. Though it would probably be better for the baby, right? Snape would probably kill it or something."

Hermione forced herself to laugh. "Probably."

Ron wrinkled his nose. "Gross. Anyway, you don't think it's possible, do you?"

"I think it's something I'll have to look into," Hermione sighed.

The redhead shook his head then laid down beside her, shifting into a comfortable position. "Guess we better get Neville some condoms, then, you think?"

"Ron!"

"I shouldn't be surprised to see you here, Mr. Potter," sighed Madam Pomfrey as she led them into the infirmary. Neville and Draco helped Harry onto the nearest bed while Madam Pomfrey flicked on the lights, as the rest of the infirmary was empty and it was safe to do so. "What is it then?"

"He was attacked by a group. Not sure who they were. They were masked," Neville explained. "He's been throwing up again. Very bad."

"Very lucky he missed me," Draco muttered. "Filch will not be happy to find that though."

"Oh, yeah. I'll go see if I can clean it before he finds it. I'll be back!" Neville said, turning around and darting back out of the room.

"Stomach pains," Harry added, cringing as his stomach clenched up again. He hissed in agony, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and beg for the pain to stop.

"How long has this been going on?" Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly.

"Err…the attack or being sick?"

"Don't play dense. The sickness, of course. When did it come back?"

"Well…It never really went away…"

"And you didn't think to come to me?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal! You didn't find anything the first time."

"And you don't think that would be a sign of a bigger problem?"

Draco snorted, receiving a glare from Pomfrey and Harry.

"Well, let's get a look at you. Lay down," Pomfrey instructed. Draco leaned back against a nearby bed while Harry complied. The next few minutes passed by in silence as Pomfrey ran her scans, looking more and more confused as time passed. Only when the door burst open with Neville's reentry did anyone dare even breathe loudly. Neville gave an apologetic look as the interrupted Pomfrey glared at him then resumed the scan.

"Err…Is it bad?" Harry finally asked.

"You have a very odd mix of potions in your system, Potter," Pomfrey explained.

"Odd?" Harry asked.

"Very odd. I certainly hope you weren't intentionally taking a female fertility potion," Pomfrey said.

Harry's eyes grew wide. "Err…Definitely not."

"That's the only one I can really make out," Pomfrey said, frowning deeply. "They've all mixed too well into your system to tell them all apart. I have a feeling one of them is the first in the set of gender changing potions."

"What?"

"Someone's trying to turn Potter into a girl?" Draco asked.

"He's not yet, is he?" Neville asked.

"I'm not!" Harry exclaimed.

"He's not. And he won't be," Pomfrey promised. "You would have to take a series of potions over an extended period of time to complete the change. There are short term gender changing potions but this is a more permanent solution, for those who mean to remain the opposite sex for the remainder of their lives. You only have the first in your system, which would account for any moodiness or other strange feelings both emotionally and physically."

"So…Again…Someone's trying to turn Potter into a girl?" Draco demanded.

"It would seem so," Pomfrey said.

"But why?" Draco asked. "That wouldn't do much good. If they wanted to play a prank they could always use the short term potion."

"Yeah, but if he wanted to change back into a bloke wouldn't it take just as long a process?" Neville pointed out.

"Yeah. So a really mean joke," Draco relented. "Maybe. But still. If someone wanted to do something bad to Potter, there are plenty of other ways to go about it!"

"You would know," Harry said teasingly. Draco snorted. As Harry's face morphed into one of sickness, Draco took on a look of disgust and tried to back away. Only realizing he was against a bed, did he hop onto it and slide out on the other side. Harry began to gag a bit, causing Pomfrey to summon a bucket, but nothing came up. He did curl onto his side in a ball as his stomach started acting up again. It felt as though it was on fire. His insides had to be twisting and turning into a tight knot and something kept pulling and pulling on either end. It was never going to end, he swore. He had suffered stomach pains the past few days, but nothing to this extent.

"Come now, you'll be alright," Pomfrey said soothingly, bringing a clear phial to his lips. "Here, this will relax you. That's it. Settle down so I can see what's wrong. It might be the combination of potions that's causing you to react this way, but let's take a look."

"Hey, Ginny? You awake?"

Ginny sighed heavily then rolled onto her back. Grace Potter stood beside her bed, hesitant between the hangings. Without needing a verbal answer, Grace grinned and hopped into bed beside her, closing the hangings back around them.

"What is it, Grace?"

"D'you know Hermione and Ron are talking again?"

Ginny blinked. "They are?"

"Mhm! Very civil. You should be proud. They're acting like friends again, I think."

"When the bloody hell did that happen?" Ginny asked, sitting up.

"I dunno. Tonight, probably. She was still glaring at him when I went to bed."

"Speaking of which, why aren't you in bed?"

"I was bored! I can't sleep."

"And why not?"

"I dunno. I think I'm just excited!"

"And why are you excited?"

"Because! I heard from Romilda Vane that Dennis Creevey is going to ask me out tomorrow!"

"Oh really? Whatever happened to your soul mate?"

"Astoria? Well, she thinks I'm loony so there's no point trying to make it work," Grace said with a shrug. Ginny had a feeling it was still bothering her though. While Grace was an annoying brat, Ginny still cared about her like a sister because Harry was practically her brother, as well. She was fully prepared to offer some comfort and promises of listening and giving advice. Grace beat her to the punch. "So what's going on with you and Draco?"

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked irritably. Draco Malfoy was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Or even think about, really.

"Don't you like him?"

"Yes."

"Well, of course you do. He's very fit. Anyway! He likes you, too. I know so. I overheard Astoria telling her sister when I was following her the other day."

"Are you stalking her?"

"No! I was only trying to get her to talk to me but I needed to get her alone, so I had to follow her and Daphne! Anyway, they were saying how much you both like each other but you're too scared to do anything about it."

"It's hardly that," Ginny grumbled, lying back down. "It's just…complicated."

"Love's always complicated! But it's worth it. That's what my mum says anyway."

"Your parent's marriage isn't this complicated."

"How would you know?"

"I know them, Grace."

"Well…What's the problem? Give 'em to me!"

"You know the problem!"

"Tell me!."

Ginny sighed heavily, shook her head, and lay silently for a few minutes. The longer this went on, though, the more impatient she became. She began rocking back and forth, humming, whistling, scooting closer to Ginny, and finally whining. "Come on, Ginny! I'm trying to help!"

"Merlin help me," Ginny grumbled. "Okay, fine. Hermione is my best friend and Draco, the guy I like, is her soul mate."

"So?" Grace said. "Blaise is your soul mate but you're not dating."

"They're also bonded," Ginny added.

"So what? Let's see. Harry and Snape are bonded but they're not dating."

Ginny was tempted to tell Grace that they had shagged but that was not for the thirteen year old's ears. Besides, Grace was right. They weren't dating. They would never fall in love. That whole idea was laughable. Besides, wasn't Ginny one of the biggest supporters of the fact that soul mates didn't have to have any sort of relationship?

"They're having a baby together," Ginny pointed out.

"So?" Grace said, grinning. She was obviously pleased to have this opportunity. "Plenty of people out there date people who have kids!"

"This kid isn't even born!"

"Well. They're not dating. Should they be expected not to date anyone else until the child is a certain age?" Grace asked.

"Well…I don't know. It seems…Ugh. I really don't know."

"That would be silly! If the parents aren't together, they can't stop each other from dating other people. And I heard that Hermione gave you permission!"

"You know a lot of things that aren't your business, don't you?" Ginny mumbled.

"Yep! But it's very useful," Grace promised with a smile. "What else?"

"Well…I think Hermione might…she might like him, too," Ginny admitted.

"If she liked him, would she have told you to date him?"

"Well…Yeah. Especially if she's just as confused as I am."

"But that's just it! She's confused! She wasn't even over Ron by the time they started hanging out. And she and Ron are getting all friendly again!"

"Ron's married, Grace."

"And? It's not like he really loves Hannah."

"Merlin, this family is really messed up," Ginny sighed.

Grace giggled. "True. But most families are. Anyway, do you see?"

"See what?"

"It's okay to date Malfoy! All that matters is if you really want to be with him."

"Of course I do!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! It's just…with everything…it seems really, really wrong."

"Of course it does. And I'm sure everyone will talk. But you have to decide what's best for you and not worry about anyone or anything else."

Ginny relaxed in bed, letting what Grace said sink in. "You know…That wasn't half bad, Gracie."

Grace beamed. "Why thank you! Want to go spy on Ron and Hermione?"

"Leave them alone, Grace."

Ignoring her, Grace jumped out of bed. "I'll let you know if anything interesting happens!"

Ginny just sighed, but didn't try to stop her.

"What exactly was the nature of this attack, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked carefully.

In the move to examine his stomach, she seemed to have discovered something else. Harry's brows furrowed in confusion. "Err…They chased me down the hall and…threw spells at me?"

"Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Malfoy, would you mind giving Mr. Potter and myself some privacy?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"No, it's fine. They can stay. What is it?" Harry demanded, heart jumping around erratically.

"This is a very sensitive subject, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey explained gently.

"I think she wants to know if you were raped," Draco said.

Madam Pomfrey looked frustrated. Harry's eyes grew wide. "Really? How do you…?"

"Makes sense. She mentioned the nature of the attack, her wand was over your lower regions, wanted privacy, mentioned it being a sensitive subject…made sense to me," Draco shrugged.

"No, I wasn't raped," Harry assured her, heat rising to his face. He was starting to wish he had allowed her to send Neville and Draco away.

"Are you sure? Is something wrong?" Neville asked anxiously.

"I'm fine…Just…errr…was having a bit of fun before…before everything," Harry confessed.

"A bit rough?" Draco teased with a smirk. "If Madam Pomfrey has to question it…"

"Shut it, Draco," Harry snapped.

"Draco?" the Slytherin repeated in surprise.

"It's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes, but you never call me that."

"Well, when half of my friends refer to you as that, it's kind of hard to remember what I'm 'supposed' to call you," Harry muttered sarcastically. He couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole thing, from everyone hearing about his sex life to calling Malfoy by his first name.

Draco shrugged. "I don't mind, I suppose. It is a good name. I don't blame you for…"

"Gentlemen, I have a scan to complete," Madam Pomfrey reminded them. "Hush or you can wait outside., which I should have made you do to begin with."

The boys nodded, falling silent as Madam Pomfrey returned to her searching. Her brows furrowed in confusion after a few minutes. "It can't be," she muttered.

"Can't be what?" Harry asked but Madam Pomfrey didn't reply and, instead, continued looking, then muttering a new spell. Her eyes now grew wide, both Neville and Draco peering curiously at what she was looking at. There was a sort of dark pink glow around his stomach with blue violet circles in it. Harry stared at it, not sure what it meant, but feeling his pulse race in fear. It had to be bad from the look on Pomfrey's face. Neville didn't seem to understand it, but Draco's face lit up in sudden realization and shock.

"That's impossible," Madam Pomfrey whispered, shaking her head and performing the spell again.

"What's impossible?" Harry demanded irritably.

"Maybe try the potion?" Draco suggested.

"It's not as reliable as…but maybe…to be sure," Pomfrey muttered. She quickly shook her head and walked away.

"What's going on?" Harry demanded.

"I…I saw it…in one of Hermione's books," Draco muttered.

"What is it?"

"You really shouldn't worry. It's not even possible. Madam Pomfrey will get the potion and prove it."

"Prove what?" Harry snapped.

"You'll see," Draco muttered.

Harry wanted to rip his pretty blond hair out of his head. Neville patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Just give them a minute, Harry. He's trying to be nice."

"For once," Harry muttered.

Draco glared. "I am not nice."

"Here we are, Mr. Potter. I'm afraid we'll have to prick your finger for this one," she said. A moment later she was holding Harry's bleeding finger to the mouth of the phial with a pale yellow potion inside. Once a few drops were inside, she placed the top back on and shook it carefully. The potion began to turn orange then, slowly, became a pale blue-violet. Madam Pomfrey paled at the sight of it, everyone just staring at it for a while.

"Is that really…?" Neville asked.

"What is it?" Harry snapped in a panic.

"Mr. Potter…It would seem that…despite it's…impossibility that…" Madam Pomfrey began.

He had never seen her at such a loss for words before.

"Potter, you're pregnant," Draco said, trying to come off as blunt and confident, though his tone shook and was just as mystified as the others.

"What?"

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait! It wasn't as long this time so I think I did good! I still don't have my outline completely done so I can't be sure how steady my updating will be until I get a good ways into it, but I'm hopeful that things will steadily get better.
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