Sweet Love

Disclaimer:

Only J.K.R owns Harry Potter. In a crazy, fan-driven way, I know we'd all like to claim otherwise, if only to keep a couple dozen favorites from dying via the seventh book, but it's true. Therefore, this was only was written with that acknowledgment, and no profit is to come from it, so don't get your undies in a bunch. Thanks.

Typed and beta'd by the ever so lovely Meghan, who probably won't hear about again, unless she decides to try writing fanfiction again one far day in the future.

Part I:

In a small room in The Leaky Cauldron Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair every so often. He didn't know what to do. The room started to move and Harry found himself staring at the floor, not understanding how he got there.

A knock on the door and three men entered; Severus Snape knelt down next to the teen and started asking questions.

"What's wrong, Potter? Why did you call me to get Lucius? Are you ill?"

Harry smiled weakly at his professor. "I couldn't stay with the Dursley's anymore," He grimaced at the feeling of something coming up and pushed Severus away. He stood unsteadily and dashed to the green bathroom door just in time to throw up the chicken ramen he'd eaten earlier.

A soothing hand touched his back, rubbing circles gently. "Love?" Lucius' voice quivered, "What is wrong?"

Harry glared over his shoulder at his blond lover. Then he moved his glare to his dark haired lover as Severus stepped into the small room, holding out a potion.

"I'm not taking that." Harry told the man, only to lean over the toilet again.

"Harry?" Draco asked, "Do you have the flu?" The young blond looked in, concerned. He and Harry had become fast friends after Severus locked his father and Harry in a storage room for an entire day. Severus had joined them after unlocking the room and finding them together.

"Harry." Severus said, dropping the potion, "Why won't you take it?" He knelt next Lucius, who now had an arm around the teen's middle.

"I don't have the flu." Harry answered Draco with a sigh, and then glared once more at Severus. "I'm afraid the potion might hurt me." He explained to the potion master, who sneered.

"Are you stupid?"Severus snarled, standing up and slamming the vial down, "I would never!"

"Severus, please!" Lucius yelled, "Let him explain." He pulled Harry against him, kissing the teen's cheeks and trying to dry the tears that were now making their selves known.

"Why?" Severus growled.

Harry let out a chocked sob and took a breath. "I'm pregnant!" he cried.

Silence.

"It's both of yours fault!" He continued, "I didn't even know it was possible!" More sobs.

Draco stepped back and out of the small bathroom. Severus nodded his head before slowly pulling the door, shutting and locking him and his two lovers in.

He turned, pulling out his wand and performing a diagnostic spell to see how far along Harry was, how healthy the mother and child were, and if there were any physical injuries.

"Two months. Child healthy. Mother healty. Mother : bruised, right side, kicked twice."

Lucius' hands found their way under Harry's shirt, lifting it up to see the yellowish bruise. It was fairly new.

Severus set his wand next to it and muttered a small healing charm.

"Lucius," Severus met the blonde's silver eyes with his onyx ones, "Stay with Harry. I'm taking Draco to help me brew some potions for Harry." He leaned down, catching Harry's chin and lifting it up. His lips caught Harry's in a gentle kiss, and then he was gone, sweeping out of the room.

"Draco, come." He demanded as he passed the young blond.

Harry closed his eyes and buried his face into Lucius' silk robes. The older blond picked up his young lover and carried him to the bed, laying him down only to have himself crawling in with him, when Harry wouldn't let go of his robes. Together the two drifted off.