MY ONE MISTAKE

Chapter Seven


Draco came into Hogwart’s hoping to visit Alex, maybe take her for a ride on his broom. He had been visiting Charlie in Romania, and had not seen her all week. He truly loved the girl, even if she was a Potter. He was on his way to the Headmasters’ office where she usually was in the mornings, when he stopped on the first landing looking up. Alex was walking very carefully down the stairs, concentrating on each step as she held a large bowl in both of her hands.

“Hey Twerp,” he greeted.

“Hi Uncle Drake,” she smiled.

“Does your father know you’re having ice cream this early in the day?”

“No.”

“You’re not going to eat all that, are you?” he asked, looking down into the bowl when she stopped at his side.

“No, it’s for me and my friend,” she grinned. “He’s pro’bly hungry, and this will help him feel better.”

“Who’s your friend?” Draco asked, taking baby steps beside her as she descended the rest of the stairs.

“You’re nosy Uncle Drake,” she grinned, leaning forward to lick some of the whipped cream from the top.

“Want me to carry that for you?” Draco asked.

“I want to do it myself,” she replied.

“I thought you’d like to go for a ride on my broom today. I saw some baby dragons a little ways from here.”

“Can we go later Uncle Drake?” she asked, stopping at the infirmary doors.

“Sure thing, Squirt,” he smiled opening the door for her to walk through.

He followed her deeper into the infirmary, and opened the next door for her when she looked up at him. His steps faltered when he saw whom Alex’s new friend was.

“Hello, Alex,” Harry smiled in greeting, closing the picture album that Severus brought him with his breakfast, then glanced past his daughter. “Draco,” he greeted.

“Potter,” Draco replied, coming closer to the bed.

“What have you there, Alex?” Harry laughed, seeing the mountainous dish of ice cream. He reached over to take it from her hands while Draco slid a side table over his lap. He looked to Draco in thanks to see that the blonde was smirking at him.

“Dobby helped me make it. It has your favorite and mine too,” Alex said, handing him a spoon.

“Do you want some Draco?” Harry asked.

“Um . . . sure,” Draco hesitated surprised at the offer.

Alex held up her hand for a spoon to appear, not seeing Harry’s surprised face. “Your favorite’s not in here Uncle Drake, but there’s smarties in here that you like. Did you know that he likes smarties? Father says it makes him smarter, but that’s just plain silly, candy doesn’t make you smart,” she laughed.

“Your Uncle Drake needs to eat more smarties,” Harry smirked, looking at Draco who shook his head bemusedly.

Harry reached his hand out to brush his finger down Alex’s nose, swiping the whipped cream off the tip. “So what’s all in here besides ice cream?” he asked scooping up a spoonful of whipped cream.

“I put some smarties, sprinkles, gummi bears, cherries . . . and um . . . whipped cream,” she said scooping up some strawberry ice cream and a gummi bear. Can you feel your legs yet?” she asked after she finished chewing her candy.

“I felt when Poppy tried to tickle my feet,” Harry grinned.

“Are you ticklish? Father’s always tickling me. Did you know Uncle Drake has a ticklish neck?”

“Watch it, Squirt,” Draco warned, the grin threatening to widen. “So what happened, Potter?”

“Later,” Harry said, giving him a pointed look.

“Father says you have to get massages on your legs. I could help,” she offered.

“You’re not going to try to tickle me are you?” Harry laughed.

“No,” she grinned, “well, maybe.”

“So, have you seen lots of dragons? Uncle Drake likes dragons. Did you know that’s what his name means?” Alex said digging for another gummi bear in the whipped cream.

“I’ve met a lot of different kinds of dragons. When I was training to be an auror they sent me to a dragon colony for six months to learn more about them.”

“What kinds?” Alex asked between bites.

“Lets see . . . ” Harry said thinking back to the training, “there was the frost dragon that lives in the cold.”

“What color was it?” Alex asked.

“Pure white with blue tipped scales. They live in icebergs and use their breath to freeze their prey,” Harry said. “There was a baby Wyvern dragon there too.”

“Did you see it fly?” Draco asked.

“Yeah,” Harry laughed at the interested look on his old rival’s face. “It was a green and brown color. It was found still in the egg, so it was pretty tame. Followed me everywhere.”

“Did you ride one?” Draco asked, spooning out the smarties.

“Just one.”

“What kind?” Alex asked.

“A Norwegian ridgeback.”

Severus had walked in after his morning classes to have lunch with Harry and Alex. He was surprised to see Draco there already with Alex, as they talked and laughed about dragons. He saw the tell-tale empty bowl in the middle of them, and shook his head in amusement as he came further into the room.

“Well, this is a sight I thought never to see,” Severus smirked.

“Hi Sev,” Draco greeted.

“Did you enjoy the smarties, Draco?” Severus teased, coming to sit behind Alex on the bed.

“Uncle Drake said we could go riding later. Is that okay, father?” she asked.

“Yes, Imp, it’s okay. Now that you’ve had your sugar fix for the day, your uncle could try to keep up with you,” Severus smirked. “But first Harry and I would like to talk to you.”

“I’ll wait for you in the library, Squirt,” Draco smiled, then nodded to Severus and Harry before leaving the three of them alone.

“So who body-snatched the real Draco Malfoy?” Harry joked.

“Charlie did. He said he tamed the dragon,” Alex laughed.

Severus got up and sat on Harry’s other side. “Alexandra, you really do not need to listen in on other people’s conversation,” he chided.

“I can’t help if they talk too loud father,” she replied.

“She’s got a point, Severus,” Harry grinned.

“You are not helping, Harry,” Severus said, looking at Harry, his lip curving upward at the corner.

“Alex,” Harry said, taking her hand in his. “Five years ago, your father and I became very close. We had a magical night . . . where you were conceived.”

“Magical?” Alex asked.

“The best night of my life,” Harry smiled. “Some things happened where I had to go away for a while . . . ”

“To aury training?” she asked.

“Yes to aury . . . to auror training,” Harry said, correcting himself.

“Didn’t you know about me?”

“No, I didn’t Alex. Your father tried to look for me to tell me, but my training kept me away where no one could find me.”

“So you ‘are’ my daddy, then?” she quietly asked. “For sure, for sure?”

“Yes, he is Alexandra,” Severus replied.

“I’m sorry Alex for not being here for you,” Harry said.

“Daddy,” she said, before she flung her arms around Harry’s neck, her face buried in his neck.

Harry put his arms around her, holding her close, inhaling the strawberry shampoo and ice cream. He looked up to meet Severus’ gaze, his eyes misting from the overwhelming sense of happiness.

“I’ll be right back Harry to massage your legs. There are a few things I need to take care of,” Severus said by Harry’s ear, wanting to give them a bit of time alone.

“Thank you, Sev,” Harry whispered. “Thank you so much,” he choked out, tightening his hold on his daughter.

Severus kissed away a tear from Harry’s cheek. “See you soon,” he quietly said, then kissed Alex’s hand that rested on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry spent the next hour cuddling Alex close to him, her soft breathing warm on his neck as she went into a light sleep.

Severus came back with a pair of lightweight cotton lounge pants and a T-shirt for Harry, and placed them at the end of the bed. “Harry we should massage your legs now, then I’ll bring you to your room.”

“My room?” Harry asked.

“I’ve talked with Poppy, and she agreed that you could recuperate just as easily in the dungeons as in here. I’ve had Dobby set up a set of rooms next to mine, so you can be more comfortable.”

“My own room?” Harry asked quietly. “Um . . . okay. Thank you Severus.”

“What’s wrong, Harry?” Severus asked, seeing the crestfallen look on his face.

“Nothing. Maybe we should massage my leg’s now Severus,” he replied quietly.

“Why don’t you just stay in one room?” Alex asked.

“It’s okay, Alex, your father thinks this is best,” Harry said, not looking at Severus.

“Harry,” Severus started, then noticed Alex looking back and forth between them. “Alex, why don’t you go visit with Draco while I talk with your dad.”

“Okay,” she said, biting her bottom lip in worry as she felt the tension between her father and daddy.

“Maybe find me some dragon books to read, Alex. I’ll need something to do while I’m stuck in bed,” Harry grinned, trying to reassure her.

After Alex left, Severus pulled the blankets down off of Harry’s legs, showing the black boxers he wore. He began to knead the muscles on the lower leg. “Harry, it’s not that I don’t want you in my bed, I just didn’t want to push you into anything you didn’t want. We just found each other again, and I didn’t want to ruin anything between us.”

“Did you ask?” Harry softly asked. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between us, but us in separate rooms is not what I want. You’re not pushing. What do you want Severus . . . really want?”

“I want you in my bed, in my arms as I go to sleep.”

“I want to be there too, Sev.”

“Okay, brat. I guess you can sleep with me,” he sighed dramatically, his hands moving higher up the leg.

“Hey Sev, there’s something I’ve been wondering about,” Harry said, coming out of his daze from watching Severus’s long fingers running over his skin, wishing he could feel them.

“And what would that be?” Severus asked, switching to the other leg.

“How come you were able to see through my glamour? No one has been able to do that.”

“That Axle guy said something about that. My theory is that when I gave birth to Alex, there was still a bit of you . . . your magic inside of me that connects me to you somehow. I didn’t see it straight away, but more like, sensed it at the beginning, then your image began to get hazy, then I saw you.”

“How did you have her?” Harry asked.

“C-section. When I started to have contractions really, close together, they took her out through my lower stomach.”

“Need me to kiss it better?” Harry suggestively asked.

“Tempting as that is . . . we have company waiting for us.”

“Who?”

“Your god-mutts,” Severus smirked.

“Here!? Now!? Do they know why they’re here?”

“No.”

“Great. Help me dress and we’ll get this over with,” Harry sighed. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell them.”



Harry held onto Severus’s neck as they went down to the dungeons. Severus’s hands were full of Harry, his arms under his legs and back. “So will you help me with a bath later, Sev,” he softly asked by Severus’s ear, his lips trailing wet kisses down his neck. “Will you help me wash Severus?” Harry whispered, as he nibbled onto the neck.

“Harry, you need to . . . oh gods . . . stop,” Severus moaned as Harry nibbled a particular sensitive spot by his ear.

“Are you hard for me, Sev? I am . . . so damn hard. I remember what it felt like with me buried inside of you, the way you moaned in pleasure, begging me for more,” Harry huskily said.

Severus stepped into an alcove, placing Harry on the window ledge, pulling his hips forward. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he huskily said, grinding his hips forward against Harry’s.

Harry murmured a notice-me-not spell on them before Severus crashed his mouth to his. His hand slipped in Severus’s robes, roving down to his hips, pulling him closer. Their moans were muffled from the kiss as their erections grinded against each others. He broke the kiss, throwing his head back. “Faster, Sev . . . so close,” he panted.

Severus leaned in to nibble the side of Harry’s neck, his heavy breathing against the wet skin sending shivers down Harry’s body. His arms went around his back, to his lower back and up between his shoulder blades. His teeth bit into the skin of Harry’s neck as he came against Harry, the cum seeping through his pants onto a matching cum spot on Harry’s.

“Mmm . . . I needed that,” Harry hoarsely said, looking into Severus’ smoldering gaze.

“You could have waited until later when we were alone,” Severus smirked, using his wand to clean them both up.

“We were alone,” Harry cheekily said.

“Prat,” Severus fondly said, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth.

“Git,” Harry countered putting his arms around Severus’ neck as he was lifted in his arms again.

“It’s about time you got back, Snape,” Sirius said, coming to meet Severus at the door. “Now, why did you . . . ” he began, then stopped when he saw whom Severus was holding. “Harry?”

“Hi Siri,” Harry quietly greeted.

“Where the hell have you been?” Sirius shouted, coming closer.

“If you let us in, we can tell you,” Severus snarked, “besides, he’s no light weight you know,” he added, which got him a mock glare from Harry.

“Why are you carrying him?” Sirius asked.

“He likes me in his arms,” Harry laughed.

“Harry!?” Remus said in surprise as he got to his feet from the chair he was sitting on, a dragon book forgotten.

“Hey Remy,” Harry greeted.

Severus carefully lowered Harry onto the couch, then placed a blanket over his legs. “Comfortable?” he asked.

“Sev, I’m not an invalid,” Harry grinned.

“No, you’re not,” Severus agreed, giving him a quick kiss before sitting down beside him.

Remus took in Harry’s pale features as well as the kiss swollen lips, and the red mark on his neck. “You’ve certainly grown, Harry,” he smirked.

“Been working out,” Harry smartly replied.

“Like the piercings,” Remus said, “do you have others?”

“Yeah, both nipples. It feels really good when . . . ” Harry began. Severus cleared his throat to stop that flow of conversation. “So how have you been, Remy?”

“Good. You?” Remus asked, sensing Sirius’s eyes on them as they talked back and forth.

“Amazing. I’m a father, did you know that?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I did know that Alex was yours. I was one of the first to see her after she was born. How are you two getting along?” Remus asked.

“She snuck up one of her famous sundaes for him this morning . . . with his favorite ice cream apparently,” Severus smirked.

“So you have been accepted by the Imp,” Remus laughed.

“She’s great. I feel extremely lucky to have her for a daughter,” Harry said, looking into Severus’ eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah. Alex is great. I won’t argue that,” Sirius finally spoke up. “Now I want to know where you’ve been the past five years. Why you haven’t stayed in contact? And why was Severus carrying you?” he asked, pacing back and forth in front of them.

“Sirius, please sit down,” Harry said.

“We’ve been worried about you, Harry,” Sirius said, sitting on the other side of him on the couch.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, Siri,” Harry said, using his hands and arms to sit sideways on the couch to face his godfather, smiling when Severus started to rub his back. “Graduation night I had decided to pursue the man I had been dreaming about for almost a year before, and was in heaven when I found out that he wanted me also. Needless to say . . . we had a misunderstanding that kept us apart,” Harry said.

“What kind of misunderstanding?” Sirius asked.

“That’s something you don’t need to know, Black,” Severus said, pulling Harry closer to lean back on his chest.

“I went right into auror training the day after graduation, put everything I had into it to help me forget what happened. Six months into it I was approached by a very elite group that specialized in dealing with the crap that the Ministries didn’t want to deal with. I went into even more training, becoming stronger mentally, physically, and magically,” Harry said.

“So he could literally kick Albus’ arse if he wanted,” Severus grinned.

“Well,” Harry laughed, “I could give him a run for his galleons. I was given a new name and was known to get things done . . . cases solved. Most cases I was undercover in various roles and situations.”

“Why didn’t you keep in contact, Harry?” Remus asked.

“I was trying to get on with my life,” Harry shrugged. “I wasn’t known as Harry Potter, the-boy-who-bloody-defeated-Voldemort. I was just me. I guess I kind of enjoyed that. There were several occasions where I sat down to write a letter to you, but came up blank on what to say. This unit I’m in . . . the Ministry isn’t aware of it. I am sorry I didn’t stay in contact with anyone. I kept busy enough where I didn’t have to think about my past that much.”

“What’s wrong with your legs?” Remus asked.

“It happened a little over a week ago. I was working undercover in Knockturn Alley trying to find out why young men were being kidnapped. I glamoured myself younger and worked the streets to get information.”

“The streets?” Sirius asked.

“As a prostitute,” Harry smirked. “Severus saw through my glamour, and proceeded to give me a hard time.”

“I couldn’t let him go this time,” Severus said, seeing Harry’s godfather’s looking at him.

“Anyway . . . I was kidnapped by this new Dark Lord wannabe . . . ” Harry began, to get Sirius’s attention away from Severus.

“And you saved the day again,” Sirius interrupted, grinning over at him.

“Actually, I didn’t,” Harry smirked, “the others finished him off. I was unconscious at the time in their dungeon play room. I was used as a guinea pig for a paralysis potion. They tested it out and used knives on my legs. Unfortunately . . . or fortunately, depending on how you look at it . . . with the basilisk and snake venom still in my system, the potion took longer to take effect.”

“Is it permanent?” Remus asked.

“No. Poppy said once the toxins dissolve and work their way out of my body, I should be able to walk again,” Harry smiled. “I’m already starting to feel when someone touches the bottom of my feet, and the back of my thighs.”

“Have you talked with anyone else since you’ve been back?” Remus asked.

“No, not yet,” Harry shook his head. “I plan on telling everyone at the same time so I don’t have to repeat myself.”

“I’m surprised Hermione hasn’t seen you with her teaching here,” Sirius said.

“So am I, actually,” Severus said. “I figured Alex would have said something by now.”

“She did,” Hermione said at the door, holding Alex’s hand. “You better have a damn good reason for disappearing, Harry James Potter,” she said coming closer.

“Uh, oh. You’re in trouble Daddy. When Auntie ‘Mione uses your full name you did something bad,” Alex said running over to squeeze between Harry and Sirius.

“You going to save me from the grumpy old witch?” Harry whispered loudly by Alex’s ear as he put his arms around her.

“He was working as an aury, fighting bad guys and dragons,” Alex said looking over her shoulder at Hermione.

“So how is Bill, Hermione? I hear you married him,” Harry smiled.

“He’s fine, and so are the kids, so quit changing the subject.”

“Alex pretty well summed it up,” Harry grinned.

“Alex said you couldn’t walk. Why?” Hermione asked, looking down at his legs.

“Hazards of the job, I’m afraid,” Harry sighed. “I’d like to wait until everyone is together ‘Mione to explain some things. Some aspects of my life will have to remain secret. It could mean my life, or others in my unit.”

Hermione knelt on the floor in front of Harry and put her arms around him. “We’ve been so worried, Harry. Don’t ever disappear like that again,” she said by his ear.

“I won’t, ‘Mione.”

“Auntie . . . your squishing me,” Alex said, her voice muffled against Hermione’s shoulder.

Hermione laughingly pulled away after kissing Alex’s cheek. “So when are you going to talk to everyone? And where?” she asked.

“How about at the ranch this weekend, Harry?” Sirius suggested. “Plenty of room for the Weasley clan, and I’d like to show you the place.”

“The Malfoy’s too,” Harry said.

“Fine, the Malfoy’s too,” Sirius sighed dramatically.

“Yay! We can go horse back riding, swimming, or jump into the hay,” Alex excitingly said.

“We’ll have a barbeque to welcome you back, Harry,” Remus smiled.

“I’ll stay here so you can spend time with them,” Severus said.

“You can’t, Father,” Alex said turning to face him. “You need to carry daddy, and what if he needs a kiss?”

“He can get one from you,” Severus smirked.

“It’s not the same,” Alex said, rolling her eyes. “You can bring your headache potions with you.”

“Headache potions?” Remus asked, holding back his laughter.

“Yeah, he needs it after all those bloody Weasley’s,” she said, trying to imitate her father.

“Alex!” Harry laughed. “Little girls don’t use that kind of language. And anyway . . . you need to make your voice deeper to sound like your father,” he suggested.

“What about little boys?” she asked.

“They shouldn’t either,” Severus said.

“But you say it,” Alex said looking at her father, who raised his brow at her. “Okay. Okay. Can I help when you massage daddy’s legs?” she asked.

“Yes, you can. As long as you don’t tickle,” Harry grinned.

“Can we use the strawberry lotion? That smells the best,” she grinned.



Hermione stayed for a little bit more visiting with Harry. Sirius and Remus stayed for supper as they tried to catch up with five years of not seeing each other. It was awkward at first, but they quickly got more comfortable around each other again. They kept the conversation light as there were little ears that were eagerly listening to anything that was being said.

“We’ll be going now, Harry,” Remus said, leaning over to give Harry a hug. “Don’t disappear on us again,” he quietly added, pulling away to look Harry in the eye.

“My job may take me away sometimes Remy, but now I have something to bring me back,” Harry replied, reaching over to place his hand over Severus’.

“See you in a couple of days?” Sirius asked, embracing Harry next.

“I’ll be there. I promise.”


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