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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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CH10 AN: phoenix-rob – No promises for the pup's safety. And glad you liked Harry ripping James a new one!
Djaddict – glad you didn't have to moan at me about leaving things just before the smut! The plan is for Harry to somehow avoid dying, but as yet Severus hasn't figured out how.
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Chapter 10 – Sit On The Side And Expect To Keep Sane
Unable to relax, knowing there was a good chance Severus was out there looking for him, Harry stood in the doorway of the tent and jiggled nervously from foot to foot. He kept one arm protectively over his child and peered out into the dusk. “Your Daddy's out there somewhere, little one,” he whispered, and then he said, “Well, your other Daddy's out there. You are not calling me Mum!”
And then he saw it: a silver doe with one missing ear. Harry's eyes filled with tears at the sight of it. “Hermione,” he gasped out, “he's here.”
“Let me go, in case it's a trap,” she said.
“A trap? You think he'd betray us?!”
Hermione sighed, “Of course not, Harry, but the Dark Lord might have learned about your relationship and threatened Professor Snape. So, let me check it's just him, and then I'll bring him back to the tent, okay?”
“Fine,” he replied, arms folded.
The witch resisted the urge to smack him, after all he was pregnant, and stepped carefully out of the cover of their protective charms.
Harry saw her silhouette disappear into the forest, led by the glowing silver doe, and he felt suddenly achingly alone. He kept his arms covering his child and tried not to cry. Since becoming pregnant, less than a week earlier, he had found himself so much more emotional. It was already driving him mad. Hermione, being Hermione, had suggested going into a Muggle town and getting a pregnancy book to at least help him understand what his body would go through, even if it couldn't help with the birth. She had looked insanely curious when she had said this and he had just known she was desperate to ask exactly how he was going to give birth.
The glow was back, and this time there were two figures: one with a bushy top and slender waist, had to Hermione; and the other, taller, broader, and with an oh-so-familiar walk, had to be Severus. He bit his lip and forced himself to stay where he was. If he ran out there and hurt himself he'd be in big trouble. After all, Hermione would kill him for risking the child, and Severus would kill him for risking himself.
So, heart pounding in his chest, he waited.
Snape passed through the wards, guided by Hermione and then he was there, with them, stern face showing relief and warmth when he spied Harry. Aware that the witch was right there too, Harry merely leaned in and up and kissed the older man. Even that began to run away from them as he was sucked into the swirling maelstrom that was his need for this man.
A deliberate throat clearing had them breaking apart. Smiling, Harry led Severus into the tent and let him settle on 'his' chair. The Gryffindor snuggled into the teacher's lap, rubbing his cheek affectionately against the black material.
“Oof,” Severus said, “Are you getting heavier?” he was joking, but Harry looked up, eyes wide.
“Yes,” he whispered, “yes, I am.”
Snape read the reason in Harry's green eyes and smiled. It was a smile that split his face in half; his eyes sparkled with love, joy and pride, and he pulled the younger man in for a hug as he croaked out, “You are? Harry, you wonder...” he stopped, pressing his lips into the neck, feeling tears spill from his eyes as his emotions broke free.
Seeing that the two men needed some time alone to celebrate their news, the woman stepped quietly into the kitchen and put the kettle on. She was feeling rather overwhelmed herself, and she'd had a few days to get used to the idea of Harry being pregnant.
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In Harry's room, Severus slid both of his hands into the younger wizard's untidy black hair and just stared down into the thin face. “Truly?” he whispered, one thumb stroking over a flushed cheek.
Unable to nod, Harry smiled and let the shine of his eyes confirm his news. He watched his mate's mouth coming closer and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of Severus' lips once again on his.
Snape moved his mouth lazily, pressing small kisses against the pink lips, the chin, the nose, the cheeks, the forehead before trailing his way back to the mouth and teasing it open so that his tongue could take possession. Harry clung onto the other man, already short of breath.
Those fingers kept their hold on his head, well one hand did. The other cupped the back of his skull and then tickled gently down his spine until it was cupping one rounded buttock. Moaning with desire, Harry tried to encourage his mate to hurry things up. But Severus refused. He nuzzled at the side of Harry's mouth before returning with a deep kiss, and his lower hand did nothing more erotic than lightly stroke over the denim.
Harry felt light-headed.
“Please,” he begged.
Snape dropped to his knees and worked at the zip and button. It took him very little time (with Harry's eager assistance) to remove the clothing covering the groin, and then Harry's straining cock was at the right level for him to pull into his mouth and suck.
Which he did.
Sobbing, the younger wizard lost all strength in his legs and thumped onto the bed. Somehow, Severus managed to keep licking without causing pain. Once Harry had seated himself, Snape focused on devouring the tasty treat. His head bobbed up and down, his eyelids closed as he enjoyed the intensity of being with Harry. His senses were filled with Harry's taste and smell and both were delicious.
With a helpless cry, Harry spilled into his mate's mouth and sagged back, gasping for breath. “H-how is that still so good?” he groaned as his cock slid free of the hot mouth.
Spreading the relaxed thighs, Snape stroked his slender digits over the soft skin, tormenting the wet entrance. He took his time, almost unable to believe that Harry was really pregnant. They had created something unique and precious, and he already loved their child. When he saw the fully recovered erection, he leaned up, shifted his own clothing, freed his aching cock, and began the long slide into the younger man's willing body.
“Oh shit!” Harry wailed, arching his back as his sensitive channel felt again the delight of being stretched so perfectly. He spread his legs and moaned, feeling the dick push all the way into him. Once filled, he wrapped his legs around Snape's body and drew him closer.
They kissed.
Lower bodies barely moved as they kissed and tasted one another. The heat coiling in Harry's body, in his cock, in his ass, made him dig his fingers in and beg. “Please,” he groaned, “please, please, please!”
Lips now licking along Harry's neck, Severus gripped the hips and thrust. He felt that intense pleasure that came from jabbing Harry's nub, and knew this was not going to be one of his longer sessions.
Under him, Harry was moaning and thrashing his head from side to side. His heels were digging painfully into Severus, but the Slytherin didn't mind. He had his pregnant partner under him and all else was unimportant.
“Please!” Harry croaked, hands flailing and clutching at the sheets under him.
Severus rolled his hips, rammed in, and came.
Harry, body flooded with his mate's semen, bucked and spurted over their sweaty bodies.
Afterwards, Harry snuggled Severus and whispered. “I suppose I should tell you that I promised my fluffy half he could have sex with you once all this was over.” He yawned and rubbed his nose against Snape's still clothed shoulder. “You aren't mad, are you?”
Severus lifted an arm that felt made of lead and stroked the messy hair. “I can take that. He does make it enjoyable. Plus, at the moment, you do have a 'Get Out of Azkaban Free' card,” He shifted and stroked his other hand over Harry's flat stomach. “You are sure?” he asked, not sure if he could take finding out that the wolf had been wrong. He wanted this so much.
“He's very sure,” Harry replied sleepily.
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“You need Gryffindor's sword,” Snape said, settled in his chair, tea by his side, his pregnant partner snuggled in his lap. “But for it to truly be yours to use, you have to embody Gryffindor's qualities: bravery, chivalry, and nerve.” His lip curled in a very familiar gesture, “Because, of course, Gryffindors are the only ones who can be brave!”
Placing a hand on Snape's arm, Harry said softly, “We know, Severus. I think we've both come to the conclusion that the House system is stupid. It puts you with other people who are just like you, so those qualities get promoted and praised like they're good, when really we should all be mixed up to get a far more balanced view of the world. We both know that there are good Slytherins and bad Gryffindors.”
Giving the younger man a small smile, the teacher asked, “When did you start growing up?”
“Around the same time as the red headed prat showed himself to be so fucking immature,” Harry replied. “And, after spending last year with you, down in the Slytherin part of the school, I saw with my own eyes that you snakes aren't all bad. But some Gryffindors ...” his face hardened, thinking of Remus, his Dad, Pettigrew, and even Ron, “suck!”
Uncaring that they were observed, Snape kissed the messy hair.
“Professor?” Hermione asked after they had cuddled for a few moments. “What happened the night Harry left his relatives'? You cursed off George's ear.”
Severus looked distressed and Harry rubbed against him, hating to see the other man so hurt. “I never meant to get him. A Death Eater was aiming a curse at Weasley, and I threw a spell at the Death Eater. It missed him and caught George Weasley instead.” There was a long silence. “Anyway, back to the topic, you need to be brave, chivalrous, so I assume you can't just tell Miss Granger here to go and fetch it, and you need to show nerve. Quite how you do that is beyond me. However, I found a small pond near here and was planning on putting the sword in there. It would be cold and unpleasant, so I suppose that would fulfil the requirements.” He paused, “But there is no way you are diving into a freezing pond in the middle of winter in your condition! We're not losing this child!”
“Then it stays stuck in the pond?” Harry asked. “You're right; I'd never let Hermione have to jump in after it.”
“I'm Gryffindor too,” she observed, a little huffily. “I could get it. I don't much like the idea of getting it out of a pond, but if you can't simply just give it to us then I suppose I could do it.”
“No,” Harry retorted, shaking his head vigorously.
They continued arguing, neither willing to allow the other. Harry was feeling deeply frustrated as he felt ganged up on: both Severus and Hermione were adamant that he could not risk his pup. Truly, he didn't want to jump into the pond and freeze, but he was a werewolf. He was stronger than the other two.
“And you'll both be right there!” he reminded them, for about the millionth time.
Severus shook his head, “I've told you I need to go. It is still the Christmas holidays, but I do have a school to, nominally at least, lead.”
Harry snuggled in then. “I wish I could be there.”
Snape observed drily, “I might rather hinder your plans to remain alive if you attended Hogwarts quite openly; especially given the dangerous lunatic running around.”
“You mean Ron or Voldy?” Harry asked cheekily.
“Don't,” Snape hissed. “Don't say even part of his name. It's just too dangerous.”
Finally, after much arguing, it was agreed that Harry would get the sword (neither Hermione nor Severus had looked pleased with this), but Hermione would be right there in case as Snape needed to get back to the school (Harry hadn't been happy about that).
Walking quietly, Snape led the way to the pond and carefully dropped the sword in it. It looked to be just below the surface, the ice around it having been cracked for it to be placed there. Then, hating that he was leaving his partner, and their child, he kissed Harry and disapparated.
With the teacher gone, the forest seemed more menacing; more threatening. There were sounds as of someone stumbling around, and unconsciously the two youths drew close together, both carefully protecting the growing foetus.
Wands out, they scoured the darkness. It was Hermione who thought she saw a moving patch of black, and drew them behind a tree trunk.
Harry, left arm curled around his child, already missing Severus, squinted into the shadows. There was definitely a figure there. And it was getting closer...
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CH11 Preview: “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, “it's really in there!”
Hermione rolled her eyes, and then gaped as he began stripping out of jumper, t-shirt, trainers, socks and jeans. She hurriedly averted her eyes as he got down to underwear but he thankfully stopped before stripping naked.
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