I groan softly holding my head as I wake up. I glance to my right and see Draco doing the same actions. I then hear Ron and the twins groan from my right. However, the twins are grinning widely, which I feel myself quickly follow suit. Last night was epic…I think. I don't actually remember anything about last night except that the Dad let the twins and Ron spend the night for my birthday. I think it was a last minute thing on Dad's part because he and Mum left our quarters soon afterwards.

"Think Snape will kill us—" Fred said.

"If he finds out—" George spoke before another voice interrupted.

"That you dunderheads drank my last bottle of Firewhiskey last night?" Dad drawls near me. "Oh, yes, gentlemen, I know all about it." His strong arms then lift me up to my feet, but he doesn't say anything to me while calmly setting me on the edge of my bed. "Well, since you idiots no doubt thought it'd be hilarious to get drunker than Trelawney, perhaps Misters Weasley would like to assist me this afternoon with some demonstrations."

"Me?" Ron moans with a bit higher pitch than I've ever heard from him.

"No, not you, Mr. Ron Weasley," Dad says with a soft smirk. "I have other plans for you." Ron instantly gulps in response. "Wait for me by the door, Weasleys," Dad commands. Sounds of muffled footsteps then recede into the hallway. "Mr. Malfoy, it is ten to nine. If I were you, I'd get dressed immediately. You know how I dislike tardiness."

Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch Draco, well, a blurry figure since I'm not wearing my glasses, walk out of my room. A few seconds later, I feel my glasses against my hand. I quickly put them on, only to groan loudly. Dad gently places a hand on my back.

"I should be furious with you for your serious lack of judgment last night," Dad quietly says, which makes me nod slowly. I then feel Dad's fingers run through my hair affectionately. "But I'm not for some strange reason." Dad then hands me a small vial of a teal-colored potion.

I quickly grab it and drink the potion. My headache vanishes, making me sigh relieved. My nausea I notice has disappeared also. I then glance up at Dad. He's staring down at me with a soft smile.

"Don't say I didn't give you anything, Harry."

"I'm sorry, Dad," I reply hanging my head. His fingers gently push my head back up so that I'm staring into his eyes.

"I know you are, Harry," Dad says with a sigh. "However, when compared to how I chose to celebrate my birthday, your choice was much better than mine." My eyes narrow slightly on him. "I took the Dark Mark on my sixteenth birthday, Harry," he explains.

"Oh," I quietly respond.

"I will admit that I too drank the rest of my night away, but it was for different reasons than yours." I nod slowly. I can imagine. "It perhaps isn't rather practical for me to inform you of this, but I believe your father and his friends also decided to get drunk on his birthday." Dad then snorts. "You unfortunately have the extreme luck of being like both of your fathers. That is without the need to join evil from my side."

"Thanks, Dad," I say with a smile. "I should probably get dressed, shouldn't I?"

"It would perhaps be sensible, Harry."

"Is Ron in serious trouble, Dad?"

"Do not concern yourself with Mr. Weasley's welfare. He'll be fine. Now, get dressed. I will not be pleased if Vector informs me you were late the last week of classes." Dad then walks out of my room.

I sigh, but do as he says. In a really odd way, it is nice to hear that both Severus and my real dad spent their birthdays drinking. I still don't know why my friends and I did that, but I'm never drinking again. I quickly change into my new green shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans before rushing out of my room and down the corridor.

"Morning, Harry."

"Morning, Mum," I reply before gently kissing her cheek and grabbing my textbooks from her hands. "Thanks." She only waves away my gratitude before lightly pushing me towards the door.

The good thing about being the adopted son of Snape, our rooms are in the dungeons. I rush into the potions classroom and slide into my seat just as the bell rings. Professor Vector only laughs.

"All right, class. Let's begin since Mr. Potter's finally remembered he has Potions class this morning." Professor Vector then crosses her arm and stares out at the class in her usual lecture mode. "Today, we'll be brewing Draught of Reflection. Now, I should warn all of you that Step Number 4 is critical when brewing this particular draught. Therefore, when you reach that step, I'd appreciate it if you raised your hands so that I may check your work thus far. Do not continue before I see your work. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Professor," we all replied simultaneously.

"Excellent, well, the instructions are on the board in case you've neglected to bring your book with you. However, they are also on page 394 of your textbooks. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. Questions are a sign of wisdom, not stupidity. Good luck," she says pleasantly before walking towards the small worktable up front.

I open my textbook to the designated page and sigh. This draught looks fairly straightforward in terms of brewing. I then quietly laugh at my thought. Clearly, Dad and Draco have been rubbing off on me. I effortlessly light the flame under my cauldron and glance at my textbook.

Step 1: Add fifteen drops of Glumbumble blood.

Step 2: Finely grind two lionfish spines before adding.

Step 3: Add three Jobberknoll feathers and stir for fifteen minutes. Color should be hot pink.

Step 4: Pour liquid daisy before cutting finger diagonally and adding two drops.

Step 5: Allow potion to simmer for a half-hour. Color should be pale green.

Step 6: Stir potion until color turns sunshine yellow.

Step 7: Add object of meaning and stir until color turns clear.

I grimace at the instructions. This is one of the numerous reasons why I dislike potions. I grab the small blue liquid vial and pour in the necessary fifteen drops. This entire potion sounds rather bizarre and disgusting. I shake my head, though, and follow the directions word for word. I then snort when I see that my potion is the necessary hot pink. Raising my hand, I wait for Professor Vector.

"Excellent job, Mr. Potter," she says with a wide beaming smile. "All right, continue."

I hold the vial-enclosed daisy near the open flame and watch it liquefy. I then attempt to pour it into my cauldron, but Professor Vector quickly grabs my free hand. I glance at her confused.

"Professor, it says to add the liquid daisy."

"Actually, Mr. Potter, it says to cut your finger diagonally and add two drops of blood."

"Oh," I say for the lack of anything better to say. No wonder she's making sure we're doing it right. I then set the vial containing the liquid daisy into a holder and slice my finger, adding the necessary drops into it. I glance towards Professor Vector, and she nods. I slowly pour in the liquid from my vial into my cauldron and wince at the violent hissing.

"All right, Mr. Potter. Let it simmer for a few moments before continuing. Excellent job so far." She then gently pats me on the back before moving onto the next student.

Dad, I send through our link happily.

Dammit, Dad growls back. They're going to gloat about that for weeks. What is it, Harry?

I bite my bottom lip. Obviously, Dad's annoyed. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered him with something as trivial as this. Nothing, I respond quietly.

Obviously, it's something, Harry. Now, what is it? I don't respond, though. Harry, I'm not upset with you. I just wasn't expecting you to send me anything right then. Please, Harry, what is it?

Professor Vector's having us brew Draught of Reflection today, and mine's turning out. I hear Dad's snort through our link. It's a hard potion, Dad.

I'm well aware of that, Harry, Dad responds. However, I lost my duel to Fred Weasley because of a potion. It is rather ironic if one thinks about it.

Wait a minute, you're dueling the twins? You're not hurting them, are you?

Honestly, Harry, between Aurora and Lily, you take after both witches. They're rather unharmed for the most part. But I'd imagine that they'd be sore in the morning. They also appear to be learning their lessons, as is Aurora's class. Now, continue your brewing. There is no need for you to make a mistake because we're talking.

Yes, Dad, I drawl back through our link. My potion is just starting to turn green.

An hour and half later, it's History of Magic. And surprise, surprise, it's still boring. Flitwick is still lecturing about Grindelwald. However, we're now getting into the different massacres. Really, for such a short man, he's a bit depressing at times. I find Salazar Slytherin and his sword again in my book.

I don't know why, but I still want to find it. I then hear low groaning next to me, which makes me glance towards Draco. He has his forehead against his desk with his closed textbook off to the side. I glance around to make sure that Flitwick isn't paying attention to us before I lean towards the Slytherin.

"Didn't Dad give you the hangover potion this morning?" I whisper.

"Yes," Draco hisses before groaning again. "But I didn't take it."

"Why didn't you?" I respond staring at him in disbelief.

"Because I was the idiot who drank the damn stuff last night," he snaps.

"Well, fine, you big git," I reply scoffing before glancing back towards Flitwick. Only the tiny professor isn't in front of the class anymore. My eyes narrow before darting around to find him.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

"No, sir," I instantly answer. Draco only groans in response.

"Oh, my, Mr. Malfoy, are you all right?"

"Peachy, sir," Draco mumbles. "Continue away."

"Mr. Potter, perhaps you should accompany Mr. Malfoy to the Hospital Wing." Draco's head then slowly lifts up. His eyes are bloodshot, and his face is deathly pale.

"Sir, please," Draco pleads softly. "I'd rather die than see Madam Pomfrey right now."

"And why is that, Mr. Malfoy?" Flitwick responds glancing at me.

"Because she'll no doubt inform Professor Snape that I drank heavily last night, sir, and I doubt Professor Snape wishes to be disturbed over such a thing."

"Be as that may, Mr. Malfoy, you appear to be in no condition to attend your afternoon classes."

"I wasn't in any condition to attend my morning classes either, sir, and yet I'm here," Draco drawls. "I'm fine, sir. Please continue lecturing to us about Grindelwald and his baddies." I snort instantly. "Oh, shut up, Potter," Draco growls before thumping his head back onto his desk.

The minute Draco and I get back to our rooms to have lunch with Mum, I see her instantly go maternal on Draco. She quickly pushes him towards the couch and tells me to go get the hangover potion from Draco's room, which I do. When I come back, though, she's running a damp washcloth down his face and whispering soft soothing words. I hold back my snicker at the sight of Mum babying Draco. However, he seems to know that I want to laugh because he's glaring at me with a look of pure spite in his eyes. I calmly hand the potion to Mum and watch her try to coax Draco into taking it.

"Oh, quit being a big baby, Malfoy, and just take it," I finally say after he continues to refuse her. A few seconds later, he opens his mouth to retort, but Mum quickly pours the potion into his mouth and makes him swallow it. "See, was that so bad?" Draco whips the washcloth at me and glares.

"Boys," Mum threatens with a stern look at both of us. "Now, just lay here for a few moments, and let the potion work, Draco." She kisses his forehead softly before walking towards the kitchenette.

I start to follow her before sticking my tongue out at Draco. However, when I turn back, he casts Incarcerous on me. I slam hard onto the floor seconds later with a loud oomph. He then quickly rolls me onto my back and starts punching me, which surprises me slightly since he acted as if he was on his deathbed moments ago.

"Draco Lucian Malfoy," Mum yells in an awesome impression of Mrs. Weasley. "Get off him this instant!"

I feel the heavy weight lift up off me instantly. However, I can't see anything again because the git has broken my glasses, yet again. I feel someone gently tug me up onto my feet and lead me back towards the couch. I sit down and gingerly press a finger against my split lip. My face stings and feels as if I've gotten into a fight with Doxies, but I don't say anything.

"What in the hell was that about, Draco?"

"He started it," Draco replies with a huff somewhere near me.

"I don't give a damn who started it or who ended it, Mr. Malfoy," Mum replies coldly.

From witnessing numerous experiences of Ron being in trouble with his mum, I know it's never a good sign when a mother uses the last name. And Mum's already used the full name too. My eyes then narrow. Draco's middle name is Lucian, I think. However, before I can think anything more on it, I taste even more blood. A blur gently tilts my head back then. So I have a broken nose, lovely, thanks, Draco, I grumble in my head.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm waiting for an answer."

"It's stupid," Draco mumbles.

"Well, I got that when you launched yourself at Harry, Draco. Now, what's all this about?"

"He was laughing at me behind your back. And then when you went to get lunch, he stuck his tongue out at me."

"Oh, dear, Merlin," Mum groans. "Please be a girl."

My eyes narrow slightly, but I guess she's talking to the baby again. I've noticed she does that sometimes. Dad says that it's to help soothe the baby, not that she's gone nutters. I wonder if my mum talked to me when she was pregnant.

"Draco, love, listen to me. I love you both equally. If that sadistic monster were trying to harm you, I'd wrap my arms around you and sacrifice my magic to protect you just as I did for Harry. So there's no reason to be jealous. Severus might be a cold heartless bastard all the time, but I'm a secret Hufflepuff, Draco. Well, not literally thank Merlin, but I have lots of love for both of you. You didn't need to attack Harry because he was being an idiotic Gryffindor again. He just can't help it, Draco."

I want to respond to the remark, but I don't. Gryffindors are rather idiotic to a point. I feel someone, I think it's Mum, gently wipe the blood of my face followed by a very loud crack from my nose. I can't help but yelp at the pain.

"Hush, Harry," Mum whispers. She then gently kisses my forehead. "How do you feel, love?" She's been calling Draco and me 'love' for a few days now, which Dad says is the pregnancy hormones.

"Fine," I reply quietly. She then repairs my glasses and hands them to me. "Thanks."

"Well, young man, I believe you owe Draco an apology." My mouth drops. "You knew precisely how he felt, and you kept after him."

"He attacked me, though!"

"Sometimes the ends don't justify the means, Harry," Mum replies giving me a stern look.

"Fine," I grudgingly reply before glancing at Draco. "I'm sorry for being a git earlier."

"Sorry for kicking your arse," Draco responds softly.

"Good, now hug," Mum says folding her arms across her chest. "Come on now." We both look at her dumbfounded. She has to be joking. "Gentlemen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"What's the hard way?" I foolishly ask.

"I bring Severus into this," she replies flatly.

Within seconds, Draco and I throw our arms around each other and hug. Dad would so kill us if he found out we were fighting. Unfortunately, that's the exact second Dad shows up. Draco and I stare back at him as he stares at us.

"Need I even ask?"

"It's all right, Severus. I've handled the situation with our boys." Mum then kisses both Draco and me on the foreheads before walking back towards the kitchenette. We only stare after her. "Well, since I have yet to eat lunch, perhaps you three could join me?" All three of us nod.

Over the past weeks, we've seen some pretty strange things from Mum. I've seen her personally yell at a house elf, then cry because the poor thing started hitting itself against the counter, and then hug it and tell the house elf that she was going to rename it Bob all in a matter of two minutes. Dad tells us to ignore it for the most part, so we don't end up on the receiving end of her sudden mood swing. It has not made a bit of difference, though.

I've had her cry on my shoulder because Dad wasn't home yet. Draco's dealt with her numerous cravings for the nastiest food on the planet. And Dad's had to deal with her anger for him impregnating her in the first place followed by her throwing herself at him. Trust me. It's not pretty to glance up from your near perfect Astronomy essay when your dad suddenly yells, only to find out that your mum is in the process of snogging the daylights out of him. I'd never tell her this, but I think her hormones are the reason Draco and I just got into a fight. She's driving us up the wall!

"Oh, Severus, before I forget, Albus's called another Order meeting, so we're taking the boys."