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Treading a Troubled Track	By : SnapesOnlyOne Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The holidays continued to roll on, waking in the Weasley home was an adjustment. No longer the Headquarters, it felt different to not be there under other circumstances. I turned in bed, looking at Morwyn sleeping peacefully and looking sex rumpled. I was thankful that her nightmares had subsided slightly in the subtle stability that we’ve been building on.
I came out of bed, my thighs feeling the stretch from the rigorous fuck my insatiable witch demanded and started my morning rituals as silently as I could before heading down the stairs.
I came into the kitchen, scowl already forming as I see who the current occupants of the room are. The twins are leaning against the counter, steaming mugs in hand, lewd smiles spread across their faces. George looked up at me through his fringe as Fred opened his mouth, “Professor.” he drawled, snide grin across his face. As Morwyn came down the stairs, bundled up in her house robe, George’s voice called out slowly “Morning.” when Fred turned to me “Professor, do we already need to change the sheets, or… maybe the mattress needs replacing?”
Morwyn, flushed, but couldn’t contain a giggle like gasp as she appeared behind me. I was a Slytherin after all. “I don’t know Mister Weasley, I suppose the bed in the room next door would be just as good. You wouldn’t happen to know who’s room that would be, would you?” I smirk as George guffaws, Fred responds “Saucy Professor.”
And we turn to start our mornings, preparing drinks as Molly comes back into the room, finishing preparations for breakfast.
*****
After everyone was rightfully satisfied from the wonderful food of the morning, the younger men dressed in warm clothing and headed for the back door, brooms in hand and announcing it time for a family quidditch match, teams being loudly selected as they pushed their way out the door hurriedly.
I made my way outside, Severus standing off to the side with Mister Lupin, talking calmly, eyes forward as they watched the younger men take flight, laughing and rough housing even in the air. The Mum to be in me already flinching at the danger they are causing, I didn’t know how Mrs. Weasley wasn’t out here screaming her shrill voice up at them. The only one not acting foolishly on his broom was Harry, raising my respect for him even more. I glanced briefly over to the younger of the girls, my students Ginny and Hermione and then glance back out up into the air and then back to them and see that they are both looking at the same thing, not just looking, admiring, and I could smell trouble brewing. As the object of both of their attentions was Mister Harry Potter, that of which I knew to be in a relationship with the youngest Weasley child.
I felt a special kinship with Hermione and wanted to avoid any discomfort on her part.
Cutting my losses as they were, Severus in a deep discussion with someone on his same level of intelligence, I head over to Hermione and begin to engage her in conversation, pulling her attention away from Harry so as not to be noticed by Ginny or the even equally hotheaded Ronald.
*****
Speaking with Lupin was… pleasant, loath as I am to admit it. But when his partner pulled him away, looking agitated, and they began to argue in hushed tones, I found myself seeking Morwyn out in the yard, finding her off to the side, talking with Miss Granger and laughing, enjoying their time together. I looked up at the young men flying and my attention was caught by Potter. So much his father in looks, I couldn’t help but still cringe… but his eyes, so much his mother. His giving nature and selfless need to save all others would be his downfall. But he was the only child of my oldest friend, and I could see her in him. I wanted to protect that still, even after the fall of the Dark Side, and the war ended, I wanted to still protect him.
He glanced down to me, and I was tempted to sneer at him, but instead found myself nodding slightly, causing a beaming smile to split his face. I can’t stop from rolling my eyes at the nauseum it takes to contain my scowl.
I turn and head over to Morwyn, wanting to be near my pregnant witch. Still feeling the need to be close to her, especially after the near travesty that last night could have easily been our downfall. The idea that I could have lost her, was almost suffocating. I came to her, where she stood with Miss Granger. A timid smile in my direction greeted me and I nodded, coming up behind Morwyn and letting a rare moment of affection to come over me, wrapping my arms around her from behind and burying my face into the back of her thick wavy black hair, inhaling her scent and pressing a kiss to the soft tresses. I saw Miss Granger’s eyes widen slightly, clearly shocked at my open display. “Yes, Miss Granger, I do know how to play nice.” I sneer.
Morwyn laughed, “Yeah, clearly you do.” She snorted rubbing her belly absentmindedly. I pulled her lightly against me causing her to groan softly. “Watch it witch.” I warn, but can't help my amusement at how easily she is enticed by me.
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I watched Morwyn with Professor Snape, feeling a pang of envy. I’d never really been the girl that longed for romance. TOo busy trying to save the Wizarding world with Harry and too busy with my studies to focus on much of anything else. My brief romance, if you could call it that, with Ron had been doomed to fail from the very beginning. Our whole friendship had been built on circumstances from our very first year. He’d been pulling from Harry and myself since the end of the war, more concerned with how he looked in the light of the public’s attention, rather than on his real friends and even his family. Harry had been nothing but patient, indulging Ron’s need for personal attention, to be the one that others looked at since all Harry had ever wanted was to just be normal, just be Harry.
I felt my eyes cut over to him before I could stop myself. Watching him fly, dipping through the sky and flying expertly around all of them, leaving them laughing and dizzy trying to keep up, Ron petulantly whinging on about not wanting to lose while the twins mocked him, causing a round of laughs to roll through the occupants in the sky as well as us here down on the ground.
My feelings have been conflicted as of late. First my growing attraction to Harry, all the while knowing that he is in a relationship with Ginny, I am unable to help how I feel about him as I know him so much better than anyone else. But lately, my attraction to Draco Malfoy has been all consuming and that kiss at the Yule Ball I’ve not been able to stop thinking about. How can I be so attracted to two such different people?
I pushed that aside, not wanting these conflicting feelings to cloud my holiday. I turn back to Morwyn who has gone silent as Remus had walked back up while I was not paying attention and was again engaging Snape in conversation and I began talking again to Morwyn. We’d made our way over to the alcove in the garden warmed with charms, seating ourselves comfortably. Sitting there, I’d seen Professor Snape relax more in this small amount of time than I ever had in all the years that I’d known him. The fact that Remus was able to pull a small Snape like smile from the dour man was enough to have me smiling, Morwyn curled deep into her winter robes and up against Snape’s side. So engrossed in our conversation, enjoying ourselves, we didn’t notice the approach of an angry looking metamorphmagus, wiggling toddler in her arms, she came to a stomping halt in front of us, glaring at Remus who has the look of discomfort warring along with aggravation. “Well Remus, since you seem to be so comfortable over here, then be of some use.” She plopped Teddy down on the seat between Snape and Remus and turned on her heel, jumping on her broom before any of us could react. She zoomed by briefly, calling out snidely “Think of this as practice Snivellus!” she directed to Professor Snape, causing myself and Morwyn both to glare and Remus to gasp her name before turning to stutter at Professor Snape, apologies tumbling from his lips, but is stopped in his tracks by the toddler himself.
Teddy, had, instead of going to his father, crawled into Professor Snape's lap and reached up to touch his face, leaving the Professor with a look of shock and revulsion frozen on his face. He stared fiercely at the small child who in turn beamed up at him.
*****
I looked up at Severus, gauging his reaction as the little boy daringly invaded his space. The look on his face had me covering my mouth in a desperate attempt not to laugh. and Upon making eye contact with Remus and seeing his reaction was the same, I burst out into giggles, unable to reign them back in. "Oh Severus, he likes you!" Severus looked as if he wanted nothing more than for the Ministry to show up and usher him off to Azkaban so he could escape the toddler’s grasp. Severus picked him up, holding him out and arm’s length, causing Teddy’s feet to kick out as he flailed, giggling in Severus’ arms. The twins came down from the sky, hovering on their brooms in front of us, “Oi, look there Forge, looks like ol’ Sev found himself a new friend.” “Right you are there Gred.”
Severus scowled up at them, muttering ‘fools’, as the toddler became agitated, crying out in indignation. Severus looked over to Remus who was leaning back and looking amused. “What. does. it want Lupin?”
“Well there professor, as hard as he is struggling to get to your head of hair, I’d say he wants to braid it.” George nodded, “Yes Fred, his hair does look quite silky.”
“okay, boys, that’s enough. Here Severus,” he reached for Teddy “It’s fine, you’re new to him and he only wants to play with you.” Teddy settled into his father’s lap, already playing with the hem of Remus’ scarf, he kept his eyes on his child but addressed Severus, “Though… it’s odd that he went right to you… he usually takes some time warming up to people…” he smiled slightly, still looking at his son.
It warmed me. Thinking of Severus with our child. If someone else's took a liking to Severus, then I can only imagine what our child will feel when they look at their father. Most likely the same way I feel; safe, secure and dare I say… comfortable. "Just think Severus, soon enough, we will be having the child you so desperately wanted" I smirk, unable to hold back the comment. "You must be positively beside yourself."
"Morwyn..." He grumbles warningly.
"Yes sweetheart?” I beam up at him, batting my lashes and smiling sickeningly besotted. I knew his teeth should have been dust with how hard he was grinding them. Any terms of endearment revolted him, and the fact that I called him something so annoyingly fluffy, his disgust was practically choking him as well as the grip my hands had curled around his upper arm. He’d be unable to pull away from me without jostling the toddler, me or anyone else and causing a scene.
"Perhaps... Wife.... Molly could use some help in the kitchen? Think of it as... practice". He smirks and I can't help but scowl at him. Much to his surprise, I rise from my seat snapping ‘FINE’ and head off for the house to help Molly in the kitchen, though Merlin only knows I most likely won't be of much use. Unlike most pureblood women, I did in fact know where the kitchen in my home was, but never had need to go into it as the elves took care of everything.
****
I watched Morwyn stalk off, amused that she had even agreed. As much as she tried to hold it back, the spoiled pureblood girl was in there, and I wanted to be in that kitchen to see how it would play out. I excused myself quietly and slowly moved through the house, stopping just out of sight and listening to the conversation between the two women.
"What brings you in here young lady? Wouldn't you rather be outside with the other children?"
"Not particularly, I don't fit in out there any more than I fit in here. But I'd like to help."
"Why would you want to do that? I'm fine in here, you can go, dear."
"He thinks I can't do this, do the things a wife can do, that I may not really have much to offer, and it would be nice to bring something to the table. My life has changed so much in the last year and I am having to learn to live a whole new different life, I might as well learn to be a good wife to him if nothing else."
She suddenly stopped, as if sensing my presence and then turned to stare in my direction for a moment before Molly spoke.
"You really do love him don't you?"
I watch her nod and can't help the small smile that touches my lips at the effort my stubborn little witch is putting out towards me. I turn on my heel and head back out to the garden, thinking that perhaps things will work out after all.
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