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AN: Thank you again...I know I say this a lot but you guys make me really love writing these chapters. I received such amazing feedback, and I am so excited that you are enjoying the plot. I hope you enjoy this installment.
My work is unbeta'd so please forgive some of the errors.
Warning: Green-eyed monster...the Weasleys...and hot angry sex!
To Protect
Chapter Twelve
Their arrival to Hogwarts was met with the many gazes of students and staff alike. Harry was escorted towards the infirmary to meet with Poppy by Severus who wanted to let the older witch know they would now be within the grounds – no doubt it would be less strenuous on the medi-witch.
“Professor Potter,” she said as she bustled over to them. A student groaned in a bed just beside them and she immediately hushed him before escorting Harry over to her office. When they were inside, she threw up a few silencing charms before addressing them. “I am surprised to see you back so soon,” she remarked without hiding her surprise. Harry smiled at her.
“We were given the go ahead to return to Hogwarts.”
“Very well,” she said as she pulled out several parchments and began jotting down a few notes. “These are appropriate and safe concealing glamor charms to use when you begin to show your pregnancy. I will expect you to check in with me every two weeks and earlier if you experience any unnatural symptoms.” She handed him several of the parchments before turning to Severus. “He needs to remain fairly stress-free which I realize can be quite a task with the holidays just around the corner. However, it is essential to his condition that he does not undertake too much.” She spoke to the man as if Harry was not in the room, but he found he had little care for it. Instead, he was reading over the listed charms and suddenly overwhelmed by the truth that he would soon be in need of them.
After she had finished speaking, she ran a few diagnostics before sending them on their way. “I would suggest you speak with the Headmistress about this matter. While it is not my place to require it, it would be essential should anything happen.” She gave Harry a small smile before ushering them both out of her office.
Harry followed his tall lover down the corridor on their way to Minerva's office. His belly clenched impossibly with nervousness. It would certainly surprise the older witch to learn the truth and the extent of their relationship; that fact alone made Harry sick to his stomach.
“Allow me to be the first to speak to Minerva,” Severus said turning to Harry before they descended. Harry could only nod his response as they finally made their way inside. Minerva was standing when they entered and she was immediately pulling Harry into a tight hug. The woman never allowed herself such greetings but Harry deduced that the fear of his situation had made her joyous upon their arrival.
“Forgive me,” she said as she pulled away and cleared her throat. “I am happy for your return. You may use today to get your schedule in order and if needed, I could request the services of the replacement professors if you would need a few more.” Harry smiled as the older woman pulled away and motioned for them to sit. Her gaze fell on him as she took in his appearance before she spoke again, “Is there something in which you need to discuss with me, Mister Potter?”
Severus chose this moment to cut into the conversation. “It was upon our discovery that Harry's condition has changed,” the man offered cryptically before clearing his throat, “it would seem...Harry is pregnant.” The silence that followed caused Harry's throat to run dry and feel impossibly tight; his hands fidgeted in his lap as Minerva gazed at them expressionless before a small smile graced her features. Severus was stiff beside him before relaxing at her given expression.
“I see,” she replied as her smile grew. “To whom should I offer my congratulations then?” Her eyes danced with mirth as she turned her gaze towards Severus. The man stiffened once more.
“It would seem I have fathered said child,” Severus responded dryly. Harry scoffed lightly along with Minerva who had only chuckled quietly to herself.
“It would seem, Severus?” She teased. “So then...it is not for sure?” Her eyes taunted him with obvious endearment.
“I am the father,” Severus corrected.
“Well then,” she said as she turned towards Harry. “I expect you have already received the required treatment from Madam Pomfrey, so I will proceed with that in mind. I should expect you have discussed bonding?”
It was Harry's turn to stiffen as he watched the headmistress with a wide-eyed gaze.
“We have not,” Severus admitted. “It was my intention to discuss it this evening, however. Harry was only just educated on male wizard pregnancy. It would seem he was otherwise uninformed to such a subject.” Minerva looked over to Harry with an incredulous look before returning her gaze to Severus.
“I expect you have much to busy yourselves with,” she said as she rose. “I shall have your rooms expanded accordingly with a bonding in mind though I leave that decision to you both. In terms of your being colleagues, I suggest that in the meantime you keep it between those you have chosen in your confidence until you do decide to bond. I shall expect updated reports on your condition, Mister Potter.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He rose with the help of Severus when his legs almost gave out beneath him. Lately it felt like he had little to no strength. He was rather fatigued as Severus offered him an arm on their way to their shared quarters. Pregnant. Harry still was unable to fully wrap his mind around the idea. However, he needed to see the only person that could empathize – Hermione.
As soon as they entered the unused quarters, Harry immediately wrote out a letter requesting to see her that evening. He would break the news to the other two in the comfort of their home; he doubted that Hermione would be a problem but he knew Ron was going to need a comfortable, safe place to sit. His stomach was in knots as he transcribed a brief note and sent it to his two friends.
As he awaited Hermione's reply, Harry had made himself busy with his lesson plan. He refused to think about bonding when the older wizard had made very little effort to open the conversation to it. Severus had also began to busy himself with his lesson plan – no doubt cursing the ineptitude of his replacement. He had heard the man scoffing at his desk as Harry took his usual place at the coffee table upon the rug. Severus was mumbling about imbeciles and their lack of attention to finer details which had a time or two made Harry burst into laughter – which was met with a cold stare from his older lover.
When the reply arrived, Harry was on his feet rushing to get himself ready. Hermione had told him that she would love nothing more than to have him for supper and that she and Ron looked forward to seeing him. He could feel the steady thumping of his heart at the prospect of seeing his two best mates.
As Harry tamed his hair with a comb, Severus cleared his throat from behind him.
“Might I inquire as to where you plan to go so suddenly?”
“The Weasleys,” he replied with a smile as the man behind him cringed visually, “I need their support in this, Sev.” The man was nodding before he began to pull on his traveling cloak, “What are you doing?” Harry asked as he gazed at the other wizard.
“Readying myself, Harry. How else should I accompany you?”
“You're coming...?” Harry dropped the comb he had been holding. “Wait, er, I don't know if that...”
“I will be accompanying you as it directly involves the two of us, Harry. I intend to bond to you and it is essential that my intentions are made clear as they were to Draco.” Harry contorted his frame awkwardly as he stared at the older wizard. His heart was beating nearly out of his chest, and suddenly, the tears were trailing from his eyes. Severus immediately came towards him, wiping away the salt-filled emotion and capturing his face in the palms of his slightly cool hands. “What is wrong? Are you feeling ill again?”
“No,” Harry rasped. “Um, I just never...I didn't think...” he mumbled incoherently before swallowing around the sudden emotion, “I did not think you would want to bond...is this because...I'm you know?”
Severus sighed deeply as he wiped away the residual tears. “It is not due to your current condition. I cannot deny that it was a reason involved in the decision, but I want to tie myself indefinitely to you. It may seem rash to do so without much time lapsing in our relationship. I intend to allow a fair amount of time to lapse before the ceremony, but if you will have me, I would like nothing greater.”
“Oh Merlin,” Harry breathed as the man's arms wrapped him tightly into an embrace. It was a feeling of unmatched happiness. Severus had become so greatly changed in such a short period of time he was feeling a bit light-headed from the sudden change. However, the idea that he could call the man his own without the fear of someone overhearing made his heart grow with joy. Harry's mouth was consumed in a bruising kiss that left his body trembling with need. He, however, was reminded of the hour when the clock chimed in the corner of the room. “We need to go,” he finally managed as he pried away from Severus.
Severus followed him to the Floo and they made their way to Hermione and Ron's London home.
o-o-o
“Professor Snape,” Hermione greeted as they entered the warm living quarters. Ron was left open-mouthed on the couch as the pregnant witch made her way over to them. She was quite round and when she stepped forward, Harry narrowly missed the largeness of her tummy. Smiling, Harry wrapped his arms awkwardly around her and then made his way over to the silently stunned Ron.
“Hello mate,” he laughed as he pat the red-head wizard's shoulder, startling him from his stare. “I have some news to share but would it be alright to use the loo quickly?” Ron merely nodded, stammering and pointing towards the lavatory. “I will be back shortly,” he said smiling before heading to the loo. His bladder was screaming though he had gone only thirty minutes before.
When he arrived back in the sitting room, Ron was still sitting rather stiffly as Severus had taken an armchair. Naturally, Harry went beside the man before addressing his friends. “You look lovely 'Mione.”
“Thank you,” Hermione blushed a soft pink. “The young one is quite restless these days. No doubt, another Weasley prankster in the making,” she teased as the man to her right finally smiled. Ron's hand absently rubbed the protruding belly.
“I have some news that is sure to come as quite a shock,” Harry began hesitantly. “I am currently expecting a child of my own,” he almost whispered but forced his voice to steady even though his body was trembling quite tremendously.
The silence was deafening as Ron had paled and Hermione began to smile softly at his admission. She rose and immediately wrapped Harry up into another awkward embrace.
“Oh Harry,” she said as she began to cry softly against him. “Congratulations. I am so happy for you...”
“H-How...wait, if you're pregnant...then you're....” Ron was stumbling over his words. “You were...then who was...why is Snape...oh bloody hell,” Ron finally said through a rush of breath. Harry just caught the smirk now tainting his older lover's face. Severus was no doubt enjoying Ron's reaction. Harry rubbed Hermione's back before pulling away to address his now pale and rather sick looking best mate.
“Ron,” he said as he traveled the short distance between them, “Severus is the father and we plan to bond. I would really appreciate it if you could possibly throw away your previous notions as he will be a prominent role in my life.”
“Father...” Ron repeated. “Snape. The father...”
“Indeed, Mister Weasley,” Severus chose that moment to enter the conversation. Ron immediately turned to the man as if he had just been hexed. Then he turned away towards Harry who was pleading his best mate to understand. Harry could not imagine not having Ron's support, but he could understand it was a great deal to take in...his being attracted to men...pregnant...and most confusingly, that way with Severus Snape. As if jolted out of his shock, Ron stood and gave Harry a small pat to his shoulder before disappearing out of the room.
Hermione began to chase after her husband with a soft touch to Harry's arm, “I'm sorry about Ron. He is just shocked is all.”
“I know,” Harry replied with a sad smile as Hermione disappeared after her husband. Letting out a small sigh, Harry sat down on the sofa, his eyes burning with tears. For Merlin's sake! Must he cry over every small thing?! Wiping away the offending tears, he gazed unseeing at the fire hearth. Severus was beside him, pulling him towards him with a strong arm around his shoulders. The soft kiss to his tangled tresses comforted him slightly but the tears would not stop as they sat in companionable silence.
Finally, Hermione reemerged with Ron in tow and immediately came to Harry. She turned to her husband with obvious scorn in her eyes before addressing Harry. “Oh Harry, we're sorry. This should be a happy time...” she began as she pulled the red-head forward, “Apologize Ronald. Look what you have done to Harry.”
“Sorry mate,” Ron apologized sheepishly. “I don't think less of you or anything. I was just shocked is all. I'm really sorry.”
Harry shook his head with a smile filled with tears. “No,” he said softly. “I'm sorry. I cry over the smallest things these days.”
“Understandably so,” Hermione offered as she took a seat beside Harry. Severus removed his arm but continued to sit beside Harry even if a bit stiffly. “Let us discuss this over supper, shall we? I am sure there is much to catch up on, and we are so elated to have you here for a visit. Professor Snape...”
“You may call me Severus, Misses Weasley,” Severus said as he helped Harry to his feet. “Harry considers you and Mister Weasley his family so you need not be so formal.”
“Same to you,” she laughed as she escorted them into the small dining room. “I must admit that I was quite surprised to have you attending as well, but it was lovely of you to be here to support Harry.”
Though the man gave way to no emotion, Harry could sense that Severus was quite flattered by her comment as they began their supper. They spoke in great detail to the many occurrences at Hogwarts, of Henry Ginley, and the party at the Malfoys. Harry, with Severus's approval, discussed even the finer details of the many happenings over the past two months.
“So they still have yet to find Knocktool,” Ron broke in after Harry finished his tale.
“Yeah,” Harry replied as he took a small bite of broccoli. He still had very little appetite but with a few stern glances from his lover, he did his best to eat a little. Hermione was watching their exchanges with a soft smile.
“You two really suit each other,” she finally declared, stalling both Harry and Severus in their small glare battle. Severus had been demanding he eat something other than a few bites of broccoli and had forced meat onto his plate, but he had been in the middle of forcing it back to the older man's when Hermione had spoken out.
“'Mione,” he rasped as he put down his utensil with one final glance to the older man.
Severus merely watched the young witch with interest as if encouraging her to elaborate with his eyes. She did without further prompting. “He really takes care of you and I am so relieved to see that he is supporting you especially in your condition. I was quite worried when you told me you were expecting, Harry. However, I am less so now having witnessed your relationship for myself.”
The flush on his cheeks deepened as his friend spoke so boldly of the man who had once been her professor. Harry did not know Hermione had nearly as much daring until this very moment. He blamed her pregnancy; it had made her feel she could say anything. He passed her a glance to say she had said too much before burying his face into his hands.
The sound of a soft chuckle drew Harry from his hiding to see the man beside him gracing the other two with a smile. Ron was dribbling a bit of food from his mouth in shock as Hermione merely smiled gallantly in reaction. It was quite the mixture, the lot of them.
As they started to leave, Harry turned to Hermione and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I decided a name for the little one,” he began softly, “Hope.” She watched him with slightly rounded eyes before she gave way to the most beautiful smile she had ever graced him with.
“I love it,” she said as she gave him a small kiss in return. “Thank you Harry.”
o-o-o
The replacement professor for Henry Ginley was a man about the same age as Harry. He had dirty blonde hair and a charming smile. Many of the girls in the school had fallen for him the first week he arrived; he was the new Lockhart it would seem. Harry laughed beside the larger man, ignoring the glares from all the girls drooling beyond them in their perspective tables.
Dark brown eyes rested on his emerald ones. “I was a catcher in my school days,” Tobis Nevertreel began. Harry quite liked how friendly this new professor was, but Severus was unimpressed. Earlier that week upon his return, Professor Nevertreel had introduced himself. Severus had already headed off to the dungeons for his first class period, and Harry had been on his way when he almost bumped into the very tall, lanky wizard.
They were cordial at first, but they had quite a good deal in common so Harry found himself more often than not talking to the chatty wizard. Severus had reminded Harry earlier that day that his easy going nature towards strangers was the reason for his recent run in, but be it hormones or insult, Harry had disregarded the man with a biting remark. Now, he sat talking eagerly with the brown-eyed wizard ignoring the glares that were sure to be aimed over at him by his older lover.
“That game I took a nasty bludger to the face,” Tobis continued, “and I was knocked clear off my broom. I managed to break only a few ribs.” Harry smiled as he recalled a time or two he had taken a bludger. Laughing wholeheartedly, Harry returned with a story of his own.
As they left the main hall, Severus strode beside him. The older wizard had a soured expression that spoke volumes as to his current feelings towards Harry. Harry breathed his surrender and turned towards his older lover. “Look, I apologize for getting angry this morning.”
“It would seem you have no need for my company as you have a companion in Nevertreel,” Severus responded smoothly. Harry felt the beginnings of his temper, but it was shortly followed by a bout of nausea which stalled him both in his remark and stride. He held his stomach as the feeling subsided. The older wizard was watching him with something akin to concern, but it passed as Harry was able to gather himself enough to continue on. No matter how long had transpired, the nausea was still his fiercest foe.
“Not everyone shares our particular interest in the same gender Sev,” he whispered as he did a look about to be sure they were not within hearing distance of any other. “It is also clearly unfathomable that he would be yet another assassin since they did so well with that before...”
Severus scoffed before pivoting on his heels and stalking off. Unamused, Harry went towards the direction of his own rooms before the sight of Tobis nearby had him pausing. The blonde wizard strode quickly towards him with a large grin, “Hiya Harry. Have some time this evening?”
“Issues with Transfiguration?” Harry asked as he gave the taller wizard a small inquisitive look.
Tobis chuckled, “Well the mere fact that Headmistress McGonagall was the previous professor does put a bit of pressure on me to deliver a certain standard but no actually. I was hoping to get your advice on a personal situation and wondered if you might be available.”
“Of course,” Harry said without hesitation.
“Professor Snape isn't going to mind it?” the blonde wizard asked with a sheepish smile.
Harry swallowed before asking, “Why would he mind?”
“Well you know,” Tobis said as he leaned in close, “he is always glaring at me whenever I talk with you. I figure that you two are...”
“Do not finish that sentence,” Harry interrupted with the raising of his hand. “I will come by after supper then?”
“Yes,” Tobis replied eagerly with a smile. “I'll see you then.”
o-o-o
Harry made his way into the infirmary for his check up. Poppy ushered him into her office and did a quick diagnostic before giving him a lecturing look. Oh Merlin.
“Mister Potter,” she said with a slight huff of frustration, “you have not gained any weight since I last saw you. If anything, you have lost a bit more. Was I not clear on my expectations?”
Harry looked down, ignoring the pang of guilt he felt. He was trying for Merlin's sake! It was not like he actively sought these bi-weekly lectures.
“As for the child,” Poppy said with a small gesture to his now slightly protruding stomach. “He is growing quite splendidly.” Harry's eyes jerked upwards as he caught the usage of the pronoun. He let out a small gasp before look back towards his stomach.
“Its a boy?” he asked with a whisper.
“Indeed,” she replied. “Congratulations to you both.”
Harry gently rubbed the small rounding bump endearingly before giving the medi-witch a wide grin. “A boy,” he repeated before he was once more lectured on his weight and handed a few more supplement potions.
Harry rushed from the infirmary to find Severus but was sadly disappointed to find the man neither in dungeons nor their rooms. Sighing in frustration, he went onward to his next lesson. If only he had not made a promise to Tobis, he could tell his lover just after dinner.
o-o-o
After dinner and another several exchanged glares from his older lover, Harry made his way to their shared rooms. A part of him wanted to stay a moment and tell the older man the news, but he did not want the happiness spoiled with Severus's bad mood. So, he changed out of his teaching robes and exited his room in order to head over to Tobis's quarters.
“Previous engagement?” Severus came from beyond his desk and immediately blocked Harry's progression to the door. Sighing, Harry gave the man an exasperated look.
“Yes,” he replied simply before making his way around the tall, rather imposing wizard. Severus once more stepped into his path, this time grabbing his arm to stop any further attempts.
“With whom?”
“Tobis,” he remained aloof though he saw the flashes of anger in Severus's eyes. “He has something rather personal to discuss and asked if I had the time. I do so I will be leaving.” Jerking his arm, he attempted to free himself but Severus's hold tightened and he was instead yanked towards their bedroom. His legs struggled to keep pace as the door shut behind him and he was thrust up against in in one swift movement.
“Is it your intention to frustrate me beyond notion, Harry.”
Harry breathed through his nose as he calmed his already boiling temper. “It is not. I cannot help that you have very little temper and are prone to jealous outbursts.”
“Jealous?” Severus hissed. “I am in no way envious of that idiotic excuse for a professor.”
“Then let me keep my previous engagement and we will speak more upon my return.” Harry felt the subtle build in the air around them. His fingers ached to thread themselves in the dark locks and his mouth hungered to taste his lover's lips, but he fought his urges with every bit of his will.
Severus seemed to pick up on his hidden desires because he leaned further forward and ghosted his breath on the sensitive shell of Harry's ear. “Perhaps we could speak now before you visit with your little friend?” Harry withheld the shiver that nearly shook his frame and breathed in shallow breaths as he did his best to calm his arousal. However, his lover was calculating and took advantage of opportunity where it was given; Severus sucked the sensitive flesh of Harry's neck causing him to intake a sharp gasp as the sensation nearly sent hm straight into the man's arms.
“I...I have to go,” Harry breathed as those devilish lips ran the length of his neck over to the small patch of skin exposed at his shoulder. Teeth nipped at the small curve causing another gasp of pleasure and his knees to give out slightly. Harry braced himself against the door and closed his eyes. Severus continued a trail, one of his hands sliding beneath the material of his shirt to dance over the slight protruding of his stomach along the line of ribs to a pert nipple ready for his attentions. “Oh gods,” he rasped as the man pinched the soft nub between his fingers. It was glorious and Harry could vaguely recall why he had resisted to begin with. His desires gone away with him, he captured the older wizard's lips in an impassioned kiss. Severus lifted him, taking him the short distance to the bed, and depositing him upon it. He was turned over, his rear raised, and his clothes stripped with a quick spell.
“Do you want me inside you?” Severus asked as fingers trailed over Harry's twitching pucker. He groaned into the bedding. “Thrust inside you,” the silky baritone continued its assault. Harry curled his hands into the bedding as his body betrayed him with a backwards push towards the man. “Claim you and come inside you...” Harry let out a needy moan as those fingers now lubricated invaded him with little warning. He was crying out nearly every twist and curl into his pleasure spot.
“Need you,” he breathed. “Now, Sev...inside me.”
“Patience pet,” the older wizard cooed as his fingers curled once more over the button that made Harry see sparks and feel hot white pleasure across the length of him. He was moaning in unreserved bliss, his prick aching for release. He needed the man so badly he might go mad if he was not given it soon.
After long minutes of preparation, Severus finally thrust the full length of himself inside his willing body. Harry cried out in a mixture of pleasure and relief. The lustful sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the dark walls surrounding them. Harry could not hear it however. He was moaning and groaning for the man to thrust harder, touch him, take him, and claim him with every sound thrust. Anger forgotten, Harry lost himself inside their passion.
When they finally climaxed, it was a rush that neither one of them wanted to immediately let go of. Severus continued his slow thrusts, renewing their passion and continuing into a second go around. Harry by the end of their second joining was beyond coherent thought. He had completely forgotten his friend and slipped quickly into sleep.
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