Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

Snape stared almost tiredly at his now clean room; those stupid kids messing up his lab with their clumsiness, it had taken him forever to straighten the room up. He didn't know why he still worked here; Severus couldn't stand children in the first place. With a tired sigh he locked the door behind him and made a bee-line to his room, a glass of strong scotch sounded good right now. With a wave of his wand the grate of his fireplace came to light, filling the dark room with a pleasant, warm glow.

First he went over to the drinks cabinet and took out an old bottle of scotch; he pulled out the stopper and took a whiff of that strong scent. Ah, it was a good age. He then grabbed a cut glass, and opened a cooler box where ice was stored magically. Snape then sat down on his overstuffed arm chair, loving how the weight was literally lifted off his bones. Then that pleasant feeling filled him again…

As if all dread, and feeling of… well, impending doom was completely wiped away. Ever since…

"Severus," came a voice, jumping the potions master out of his calm.

He stared down at the fireplace and saw Lucius' head floating amongst the flames. The blonde-haired man looked better than he had in a long time, the stern creases along his brow had faded away. He guessed that the headaches that plagued the man had disappeared, he looked less stressed and more relaxed than he had in a long time. The blonde was even smiling!

"You look good, Lucius," he replied and sat up in his chair.

"I feel better, but we've got a possible problem…" Lucius said, the smile slowly dropping.

Severus frowned; he could already tell that he wasn't going to like this at all. "What happened?"

"More and more followers are starting to notice the fading mark, questions are starting to be asked," he answered.

"Did anyone-"

"Not yet, they are still too afraid to actually try and see him without permission, but there is some unrest. People are starting to get edgy…"

Severus sighed and leaned back in his chair again; he had been enjoying the quiet so far, so hearing this was raising his stress level again. Then again he guessed that the curiosity couldn't be helped; he also wanted to know what was going on, but for now he was going to savor the peace while it lasted.

"What about Bellatrix?" he asked, surprised at how quiet the mad woman was. She was one of the few followers who would 'visit' the Dark Lord without his invitation.

"She's been sitting in front of his door just staring at it like a ghost, not a peep from her…"

More disconcerting news, the potions master thought as he rubbed his forehead. Silence could be taken both ways, and told him absolutely nothing about their situation. Merlin, he could really use some of that scotch now.

"Contact me if there are any changes, I'll try and investigate things from here."

Lucius nodded and disappeared with a whirl of flames.

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The librarian gave Harry a pinched look when she saw the little furball cuddled up in Harry's arm. Draco didn't brother with it, he didn't care what that scrawny witch watched, she could suck on a sour pop for all he cared. Right now he simply wanted to get this stupid research done and go for lunch, he was absolutely starving. Finding the book he needed however wasn't as easy to find, there were enough things about Puffskein's, but nothing at all about these damn Pygmy Pipton.

"I guess we'll just have to use this one then," he said to Harry, taking out the book about 'Essential care of Puffskein's and other handbag pets.' Great, they were researching 'handbag pets', really dignified.

He led the way to a secluded spot at the back and sat down to get some reading done, while Harry entertained himself with the furball. He stroked and cooed at the little thing, running his fingers through the thick silky fur. After getting bored with the book Draco just watched the dark-haired teen; that Pipton was really helping to ease some of the anxiety that his mate had been slowly building up on. Draco wasn't ignorant of the lingering fear that seemed to be rooted at the back of Harry's mind; he felt the same after all.

And if that damn fluff ball would help to keep Harry calm he was all for it.

"I can't find much in any of these books, just that we should probably be careful with what we feed him. Chocolates and other sweets are forbidden, it would make them hyper and sick."

"How do you know it's a he? Could be a girl, you know," Harry exclaimed.

"Well technically those things are genderless, they divide asexually when things are optimal, or something like that…" he said, reading from the book.

"Genderless? Oh, that will make choosing a name even more difficult," Harry sighed.

"How about something simple like Bartholomew, Chalmers, or Crispin?" Draco suggested thoughtfully, and quite seriously as well.

"…How are any of those names simple?" Harry replied in disbelief.

The blonde huffed indignantly and leaned back in his chair "What are your suggestions then?" he asked.

Harry looked down at the small creature in his hands; it was sniffing at his thumb and fingers. "Hmm, how about Ballofur?" he asked.

"'Ballofur'? As in 'Ball-of-fur'? Wow, you really put a lot of thought into that, haven't you?" came his sarcastic tone.

"Okay, what about 'Oreo' then?"

"What's an O-r-e-o?" he asked, lengthening the syllables, as if saying the word slower could make it more understandable.

"Oh, they are these cookie things back in the muggle world."

"You want to name him after a biscuit?" Draco asked with an odd tone in his voice.

"Not a biscuit, it's a cookie, and they taste delicious!" he replied with a sullen pout.

"Aha…" Draco wasn't sure if he should find that statement crazy or cute; he settled for cute instead. If his mate was crazy it would make him mad as well… Then again watching the other teen coo over a chocolate puffball really made him want to re-think.

Suddenly he heard a loud rumbling sound; to be exact, it came from Harry's stomach. The submissive blushed and looked down at his stomach with embarrassment. Draco swished his wand conjuring up the time mid-air; it seemed like they were well into lunchtime, he should have kept a better watch on the time. This wasn't the right way to take care of his mate, his inner Origo roared angrily at his negligence. By Salazar, he has to shut that voice up.

"C'mon, let's get you something to eat before you starve," he said with a small smile.

Harry smiled back, the blush still evident on his pale cheeks; he scooped Oreo into his hand and followed the blonde out of the library. Draco stayed close to Harry as they walked through the empty corridors, brushing the back of his hand against Harry's own. The contact sent tingles down his spine. So he continued with it, enjoying the warmth filling him… not that he would admit that. Harry's blush grew to new heights, for some reason he felt like he was being led out on a date by his 'boyfriend'.

As if!

Their peaceful moment was however completely destroyed by a shrill voice calling out Draco's moment.

"DRAKYPOO!"

The two Origo froze in their spot. Draco and Harry took a few steps apart and the blonde turned around, glaring at the dark-haired screaming girl that was running towards them. Pansy looked absolutely furious, her pale cheeks burning with her, and her usually neat black hair frayed and tangled, eyes red and puffy as is she had been crying. She didn't even take notice of Harry as she pushed him aside and bullied her way towards Draco, ignoring the low growl he emitted.

"Drakypoo, you have been hiding from me haven't you? We need to have a serious talk, my dear," she said with a sickeningly fake sweet voice.

The blonde sighed. "About what, Pansy?" he replied with a bored tone.

"Why did your mother cancel our engagement?"

Engagement? This was the first time Harry had heard about it. Harry bit his bottom lip, staring at the two teens; he felt the anxiety growing in his stomach. It didn't feel right for him to stand there intruding upon a private moment. He simply didn't feel right standing there. So while Pansy kept on rambling on, he snuggled Oreo to his chest and ran back to his room.

Draco didn't see Harry leaving but he felt the tug at his navel telling him of Harry's departure. He gasped at the painful pull, looking around Pansy to see where Harry had run off to, but she was blocking his view. Jabbering on and on about the engagement and how unfair it was that his mother had cancelled it, and how he should talk to his mother and convince her to change her mind. As if he would.

"Pansy, get this through your thick skull! I never wanted to marry you in the first place!" he shouted back, finally cutting off her rambling.

"And anyway we weren't even properly engaged, and you know that. Instead you let that stupid idea get to your head. Did you honestly think I was ever going to marry you?" he shouted so fiercely that Pansy had to take a step back. She had never seen Draco so angry.

"It's not like I didn't know all about the lies you spread, me having sex with you? The supposed summer house in France I bought for you? AND the biggest one of the lot, that you were even possibly pregnant! Do you know how hard I had to work to get rid of those rumours? But no, your bloody mouth couldn't stop yapping cartfuls of dragon dung at anyone that would listen," he gave the snide remark.

"As if I, Draco Malfoy, would ever marry you, you aren't even pure anymore. Oh don't give me that look Pansy, I know all about the people you've been fucking, and you think I would even touch you," he spat with a sneer.

Draco gave an angry huff and ran in the direction Harry went off to, leaving a stunned Pansy behind.

He found his little mate curled up in his bed with Oreo snuggled beside him; he didn't have to consult his inner Origo that Harry was upset. Hesitantly he walked up to the dark-haired teen; when Harry didn't say anything he sat down beside Harry on the bed, leaning back against the headboard.

"It wasn't a real engagement you know…" he said after a while.

"I don't care!" Harry replied childishly.

"My mother planned it with Pansy's mother when I was younger, she used to come over almost every day and we'd play 'house'. I hated it, every moment was torture, but being the well-behaved boy I was I went along with it. Mother of course thought that we were a perfect match," he tried to explain, but Harry still didn't turn around to face him.

"There was never a formal engagement; it was just a suggestion between both parties, nothing ever set out in stone. Pansy was just deluding herself-"

Harry suddenly spoke up. "Would you have married her if…" he stopped.

"…If what?"

"If-if 'this' hadn't happened?" he asked, motioning at himself.

"No, to be honest I was finally going to put her in her place this year if she continued with her ways…"

"But… what would you have done if this hadn't happened?" Harry asked.

"Hmm, I was going to go into law, study abroad…" Draco continued thoughtfully.

"Marry?" Harry asked again.

"Maybe… but not 'til much later. I always wanted to establish myself without my parents' support, make something out of myself before possibly settling down. To be honest marriage never really came to the forefront of my mind…"

Again they were both consumed by silence; the bed creaked, and Draco turned to see that Harry had turned to look straight him. His arms covered around the slight bulge of his stomach. But what Draco was taken aback were those teared-up green jewels.

"Harry?" Draco asked, both surprised and slightly afraid.

"I just realized that you had a life outside of this, and I ended up ruining it all for you," he replied with a quiver in his voice.

It was true, all this time Harry had been whining about himself and all the problems he was going through that he had completely forgotten that Draco also had a life outside of their 'school life'. That there was possibly more to the insufferable ferret than he first thought. Draco could be sweet in his own way; he was patient, and supportive in his own sarcastic way. Draco was a block of ice on the outside, but gooey marshmallow on the inside; it was an odd combination, one that Harry couldn't completely disagree on.

Draco panicked, not really understanding why Harry was acting this way, but he could guess that it had something more to do with this whole engagement thing. He was even more surprised when his crying mate suddenly jumped up straight in bed and straddled him, winding his arms around Draco's neck and planting a sloppy kiss upon his own lips.

The blonde didn't know what to do, but he just went with it, leaning into Harry's searing kiss, maneuvering his own arms around his submissive's back and pulling him close. Deepening the kiss, licking along the dark-haired teen's bottom lip, slipping his tongue between them and into the moist cavern. He was being careful; if he went too fast he would most likely scare his little mate, so he timed himself, rubbing Harry's back reassuringly when he shuddered. Harry leaned against the blonde's hard body; his body felt like it was on fire, as if someone had set off some fireworks in his mind. He was seeing stars!

The moment was however broken by the need for air; Harry just gazed deeply into the blonde's lustful mercury eyes. They were both breathing heavily, taken in completely by a single kiss. Draco cupped his face, grazing his thumb across Harry's rosy cheeks; he was leaning in again to kiss but stopped when Harry's eyes widened and his skin paled.

"Harry?" Draco asked, seeing the fear in his mate.

The other pushed him back, and scrambled away from him and stumbled straight towards the bathroom. The door banged closed behind him and the sound of retching soon followed. Draco winced at the sound and with a weary sigh (and deflating erection) he went after his mate, slowly opening the bathroom door and peeking inside at Harry's sick form.

"I'm guessing your morning sickness still hadn't finished…" Draco commented.

"Urgh~" came the groaned reply.

Draco walked towards Harry, who was clinging onto the ceramic bowl, and picked up a washcloth, putting it under the tap so that it was soaked with water. He squeezed the excess moisture and leaned down to help the submissive. Tilting his head up to wipe his face with the damp cloth, he then helped him up into a standing position, letting the smaller lean against his sturdy frame.

"You okay?"

Harry nodded and with some shaky steps he went to his bedroom again to lie down. He sighed out in relief as he felt the mattress sink around him, only barely noticing Draco's fading footsteps. He heard some mumbling words but felt too tired to really listen. There were some loud popping sounds, some more mumbling, and then the scent of succulent food reached his nostrils. With the need of food being more overpowering than the need for sleep he pried his eyelids open and saw the dominant Origo standing in the doorway, with a tray laden with food.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Very," Harry replied with a smile.

He sat up in bed and allowed Draco to put the tray across his knees. "So…?" he instigated.

"What?"

"What was that kiss all about?" Draco asked with a smirk.

Harry blushed and stuttered, poking at his mash. "I-I-well- It just seemed like the right thing to do," he couldn't explain it; all that he wanted to do was kiss the blonde. The need to feel, to be reassured, to be touched… he'd needed that.

That's it, Harry was sure he had gone mad; there was no other way to explain it.

Draco just smirked, enjoying how the smaller male squirmed in bed; it was probably those hormones getting to him. Would explain the sudden mood changes, but he could honestly say that the last one was probably amongst one of the better ones, excluding the throwing-up bit of course.

"I think it may be better if you stayed and rested for a while, today has been enough excitement for you," Draco suggested.

"I'd like that, but don't we have another lesson after lunch?"

"It's only Arithmancy, the room is close enough so our bond won't be stretched. This way I can take notes for both of us so you won't fall behind," Draco answered.

Really, he should have known that this wouldn't work out well. Harry was pregnant, and that child was draining the teen of his magical energy, making him weak and tired. Excitement would have to be kept to a minimum, but being at Hogwarts and knowing Harry's reputation he guessed that any form of 'excitement' could be kept away. Surprisingly enough the little puffball hadn't woken up from its slumber at all, after all that.

After making sure that Harry had finished everything and settled down, Draco gave one last wistful smile and was about to leave the room to get his things when Harry called out for him again.

"Draco…"

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Could you get me some spaghetti with, with mayonnaise, and strawberry syrup?"

Okay, that part of the 'hormones' he didn't like so much.

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The journey had been hard and strenuous. Travelling through the harsh environment of the Scottish highlands and marshland, without rest and very little food. His limbs ached and throbbed, but he was close, he had almost reached the school. Hogwarts was only a few miles away. Then he would be able to see his Harry again.

It took him this long since he had heard the news of his release, finally he wasn't a wanted criminal anymore. Meaning he could finally come out in the open again; oh how he had missed it. Being out of that dank cave and seeing the wonderful blue sky. Yes, it might have been a bit chilly, but it would be every warm soon once he entered those high castle walls.

"Caw?"

"Hush Buckbeak, we're almost there, just a bit further," he replied at the cawing Hippogriff, its powerful wings aching to stretch. To finally fly and be free.

Sirius Black was coming to Hogwarts.