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AN: You guys are seriously awesome. I won’t deny that my characterization of Harry wasn’t to my and many of your liking, but I’m working out the kinks. Your reviews inspired me greatly, and I hope that you all continue to read and review. I really do appreciate feedback of any form. Thank you so much for taking time for those of you who reviewed.
Warning: A sad chapter for Draco fans BUT some great plot…a little fluffy fluffy and steamy steamy!
Chapter Twelve
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Interview Exclusive with Nebulas Noctune
Just this morning, I received an exclusive interview with recently bonded Severus Snape, current Potion’s professor at Hogwarts School of Wizardry. It would seem that over the course of several weeks, our professor has been quite occupied with a certain celebrity.
Exclusive to Borderhouse’s Wizard Magazine, it is our expressed pleasure to announce the bonding of Severus Snape to our brightest star, Harry James Potter…
…their little one is expected in the spring of next year…
Harry stared with eyes wide open as he read through the remainder of the article. It detailed their courtship – well actually, a fabricated courtship – and spoke in great lengths of their plans for the future, and expected child due in late spring. Although, by the time he reached this point in the extensive three-page article, he was boiling with rage and seeing red.
Tossing the magazine, Harry gazed pointedly at said Potion’s professor. “What the bloody hell is this?”
“Borderhouse’s Wizard Magazine,” Severus replied evenly.
Harry growled, fisting his hands as his anger peaked. “I can damn well read, Severus. Why is there an article about us and I wasn’t consulted beforehand?!”
Severus’ face and body remained completely unaffected by Harry’s current wrath. He was sitting, leg crossed over, holding a floral tea cup in his hand while the other was occupied with a small journal that was creased and wrinkled with recurrent use. The man hardly seemed surprised by Harry’s reaction. This, however, only seemed to intensify Harry’s anger.
Nothing was collapsing due to his heightened emotions around them – thankfully – as Harry waited, hands tightly clasping his knees until they were white and face red with frustration. It wasn’t helping that he had been previously flushed for other reasons. Their morning interlude was quite violent with their lust. Harry had only just recovered from it.
“It was to serve as a warning,” Severus finally responded cryptically.
“To whom?”
Severus sighed. “Does it matter?”
“Yes. Yes it does. Now who were you warning that you had to parade our relationship details all over this gossip magazine?!” Harry nearly bit his tongue with the verbal lashing.
Severus set his reading material aside and uncrossed his legs. His face was finally showing signs of frustration, but this only accomplished furthering Harry’s rage.
“The announcement of the reinstitution of the pure-blood bonding law was scheduled for today,” Severus stated simply. “This article would serve as a warning that you are not only bonded to myself but completely unattainable now that there is an heir in the making.”
Harry shook his head as he let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re lying. That’s not the reason.”
“Then what do you believe the true reason is?” Severus hissed impatiently.
“Not that,” Harry retorted as he crossed his arms tightly over his heaving chest. “I received a note as well,” he finally revealed.
Severus’ eyes jerked towards his own, demanding he elaborate. Harry’s jaw clenched tightly as he attempted to find a way to reveal his discoveries without sending the other wizard into a complete rage. He had dealt with it. Through the proper channels.
While Severus had spent the better part of three days at his desk writing extensive letters or brewing a series of time-consuming potions – thankfully they had been given a long weekend – Harry had been seeing key individuals in the ministry. He had been able to track down the owl that had delivered the note and found evidence that it was, in fact, Malfoy who had sent it. It was also discovered during the course of this that one was also sent to Severus.
He then spent the better part of Saturday finding and tracking down the parchment and quill, immediately sending off the samples and evidence to the proper authorities. He had a few contacts in the ministry that owed him a favor and expedited the process.
Malfoy was surely well connected – which would explain how he was able to nearly get away with it if not for a slight miscalculation – but Harry knew that it needed to be handled through the proper authorities to avoid incriminating himself in the process.
Thus, it came as a huge surprise that Severus had done otherwise. He had fully expected that his older and wiser lover would beat him to the punch. Severus was – if nothing – a very level-headed man with enough experience to know that you simply did not take matters into your own hands. Or so Harry thought.
Instead, Severus had sought another means to deal with Malfoy. Hardly like the man. Harry thought sinking as low as this was actually rather juvenile. Despite himself, it made him want to smile in victory.
As a result of Harry’s investigative work the few days before, it was discovered Malfoy had delved much more extensively in illegal means of obtaining an heir; although, they were unable to find out why he had gone to such lengths aside from Harry’s obvious affliction.
The evening before, he had spoken with the lead investigator and was told that Malfoy harbored quite the collection of illegal potions and draughts. After the investigator had spoken with Madam Pomfrey, it was believed that Malfoy had somehow slipped one to Harry which would explain Harry’s subdued magic the evening Malfoy assaulted him. After suspecting this, they tested the fire whiskey and found it had traces of a poison that suppressed one’s magical abilities. Even for Harry, it would have been quite effective with the amount he had drank.
Pieces were finally falling into place. It had seemed odd that he was unable to use his magic the night Malfoy had attempted to force him to bear an heir.
The magic suppressant had been made illegal after it was discovered that it couldn’t be controlled or maintained. It could have, at a certain potency, suppress his magic eternally. Thankfully, it hadn’t.
Harry had planned to divulge this information when he woke this morning but was immediately silenced with Severus’ very pleasurable ministrations.
Now, they had been sitting for breakfast, and Harry had fully intended to tell the other wizard everything he had learned over the past few days. Instead, he found a freshly printed magazine accompanying their breakfast tea and had lost all sense.
“Severus,” he finally said as they glared in silence for several long minutes. “I went to the ministry.”
“When?” Severus asked, unable to keep the astonishment from his face.
Harry breathed deeply. “Over the last few days. Honestly, I was surprised you didn’t see me leave. Of course, you were brooding and nearly tearing parchments with your quill or brewing like some sort of mad man.” Severus’ lips thinned. Crossing his arms as well, he nodded for Harry to continue. “They have evidence…on Malfoy. I was able to prove that we were contacted despite the no-contact order, but I discovered a bit more about what was really happening that night…you know.”
Harry inhaled deeply, steeling himself, and retold what he had learned from the main investigator. By the end, Severus’ eyes were so dark Harry was worried that everything around him would be drawn inside like it had become a black hole.
“It would seem he was more calculating than I had ever thought possible,” Severus finally said with his voice registering so low Harry could almost consider it a growl. “Using illegal means is hardly surprising. However, the potion you describe has been known to cause much more than simply suppressing your magic for extended periods of time.”
“Yeah, they told me.”
Severus’ face tightened. “No. They did not,” the other wizard growled. “He could have killed you. This is no longer simple assault. This is attempted homicide, Harry.”
“What?” Harry looked at his lover, not quite comprehending the statement.
“I suspect that the bloodline was the reason you did not. At the levels you describe,” Severus growled furiously, “without it, you would have undoubtedly perished. His foolishness is beyond reason.”
“So…”
“He will more than likely face the Dementor’s Kiss,” Severus finished evenly. “I imagine it is all he deserves.”
“Do you think he knew that the poison wouldn’t affect me that way with my bloodline concentration?” Harry inquired curiously.
He wasn’t really surprised that Malfoy might want to kill him. Malfoy wasn’t the first and more than likely wouldn’t be the last.
A sudden epiphany dawned on his mate’s face. “It is a possibility. However, I do not think he wished to kill you,” Severus spoke softly, eyes taking on a darker shade – if that was possible – than before. “I think he intended to rid you of any child we may have conceived.”
Harry gasped at the revelation. His stomach turned violently. Suddenly, he was throwing up what little he had in his stomach. Severus rubbed his back soothingly, quickly casting a cleaning spell as soon as Harry finished.
The very idea that Malfoy might have intentionally killed their child made his body shake with uncontrollable tremors. He had never been so disgusted. The cruelty was on par with Voldemort himself. What could have possibly possessed Malfoy to become so…dark?
At least his magic wasn’t causing the walls around him to collapse. That small notion was enough to help settled his emotions, even if just momentarily.
“Was this all you were doing over the last few days?” Harry asked when he finally settled the tremors in his body.
Severus stiffened beside him. “Not quite.”
“Severus,” Harry chided with a deep sigh. “I thought of the two, you would be the one to handle these matters maturely.”
“I merely insured that he was unable to move for the remainder of days until trial,” Severus replied smoothly. Harry knew better. His eyes were sure to say so. “The ministry will be unable to detect it. I am not some novice to this.”
“That’s quite immature of you, actually,” Harry said smiling despite the chiding in his voice. “I thought a man of your age and experience would take the high road.”
“Surely not,” Severus said evenly, returning to his reading material. “Draco will pay dearly for what he has attempted to do. No amount of childish antics on my part will hinder it otherwise. I simply wished to have a hand in a bit of his discomfort until then.”
There was a dark glint in the man’s eyes that gave Harry a series of unbidden shivers. “I cannot disregard blatant attempts to challenge me nor will I shy away from underhanded tactics to punish those that seek to.”
“I’m starting to remember why I didn’t like being on your bad side,” Harry mused with a shaky smile. “You’re really scary when you’re like this.”
Severus’ smirk was positively devilish. “Indeed.”
“So what did you do?”
“Nothing you need worry about,” Severus replied coolly. “I will say only that he will be unable to do much more than cry until trail.”
“That’s…” Harry started before shaking his head. “You had better hope they don’t find out.”
“They will not,” Severus responded confidently. “Now, I suggest you finish your breakfast. You will need all the energy you can handle in order to survive another day with those mindless, infuriating brats.”
Harry laughed softly before taking another bite of toast.
*
“Harry!” Ginny called as Harry flooed into her living room. “Oh my goodness! You look so handsome in those teaching robes!”
“Thanks. I hadn’t gotten a chance to change when I received your note,” Harry replied sheepishly as he dusted some of the soot from his robes. “It sounded rather urgent.”
“Oh,” she gasped softly, “I didn’t mean for it to. I just…I saw the article they wrote about you and wanted to see how you were handling it. I also saw that Draco Malfoy was taken to Azkaban after breaking the no-contact rule. They had an entire two pages in the Daily Prophet!”
Harry took a seat beside his red-headed friend and smiled sadly. “Yeah. It’s been a rather busy weekend actually.”
“So how are you feeling?” she asked quickly as her eyes strayed down towards his abdomen. “Hermione told me that you visited and told her about the pregnancy. I know you meant to tell me as well but everything…well, you’ve been busy, so I understand.”
“I really didn’t want you to read it in an article, Gin,” he stated firmly. “I hadn’t known about the article until I read it in the Borderhouse’s Wizard Magazine.”
She wrapped her arms around Harry tightly and embraced him. “I know. I know. I can only imagine what it’s been like. First, you get bonded to someone you had been pining after for probably years, and then, you are assaulted by that weasel Malfoy. Then,” she said while pulling away, “you find out you’re pregnant. Gosh, that sounds like something out of a drama novel.”
“It really does,” Harry returned with a deep chuckle. “Even I wonder if this isn’t some sort of alternate universe.”
She smiled brightly at him. “It isn’t. But anyway, congratulations Harry! I’m so excited to be an auntie three times over. Assuming there is only one little minx in there.”
Harry’s hand strayed down to his abdomen, rubbing it gently before peering at his friend. It was truly a marvel that he was surrounded by so much love. Their child was sure to be spoiled rotten, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The last few weeks had been a rollercoaster. He wanted to share all the details with Ginny and knew she would help soothe some of the building frustration inside of him. She was like a warm embrace every time he spoke with her. There was a sadness he felt when he knew that it was never to be more than that, but he was so grateful that she had remained in his life.
Harry breathed out and began to tell Ginny everything that had happened over the past month and a half. She listened quietly, as if knowing that he needed her to hear him first before sharing her reaction. By the end, quiet tears were falling from both of their eyes. She held his hands tightly in her own, offering him any small comfort with the touch.
He was going to be okay. He knew it from the way she stared at him. Nothing could ruin his happiness. Whether it be Malfoy or this newly discovered bloodline. Nothing could possibly take away the sheer joy of being with the man he loved and miracle child they had created.
“Harry,” she said a little breathlessly, “I…I didn’t know. I wasn’t even aware there was such a thing. However, from what you tell me, I doubt it is anything that you need to worry yourself over. It really seems that Professor Snape is going to take great care of you. He actually sounds rather overprotective…” Her smile grew. “And rather jealous. What is it that you said he did to Oliver Wood?”
Harry chuckled. “Poor Oliver. I have no idea.”
Ginny laughed with him, pulling him once more into a tight hug. “I missed you. Even though it’s been difficult, I know you will pull through this. You always do. I will be right there with you when that trial begins for that bloody bastard.”
Green flames erupted from the fireplace. The tall, dark frame of his lover stepped through easily and regarded the two of them. “Am I interrupting?”
“Professor Snape!”
“Pardon the intrusion,” Severus said as he regarded Harry with a small look. Harry had forgotten to tell his lover he would be gone. It was obvious that Severus was irritated he hadn’t. “I merely wondered when you would return.”
“Sorry,” Harry said standing up and giving Ginny a small smile. “I’ll head back now. Thanks for the visit Ginny.”
“Harry,” she called out quickly. He turned towards her instantly. “I’m really happy for you two. Come see me again soon?”
Severus interject before Harry could respond. “We would be honored to visit again. I must also extend the same invitation to you. You are welcome in our home any time.”
Ginny seemed flabbergasted that Severus would invite her himself but quickly recovered with a smile. “I would love to. I will write you soon.”
“Thanks again Gin,” Harry said finally, feeling a swell of happiness with the interaction.
*
Harry had been ready for a lecture when they returned but was surprised when the other wizard embraced him tightly as soon as they arrived in their quarters. Harry stiffened before coming to his senses and returning the embrace albeit a bit confused.
“I was beside myself with worry,” Severus said softly.
Harry suddenly felt the heavy weight of guilt in his stomach. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I had gone. I wasn’t thinking. I worried that Ginny had been upset with the news and wanted to quickly clear the misunderstanding.”
“I know,” Severus replied shortly, holding Harry still tightly to himself. “I discovered her letter on your desk and determined it was more than likely where you had gone. I would appreciate even the smallest correspondence the next time, if you would be so kind.” Severus stated sarcastically before pulling away.
Harry smiled sheepishly at the other taller wizard. “I will make sure to do so in the future.”
“It is very clear what you are thinking despite your compliance,” Severus said with a small sigh. “I am merely worried that you might come to harm should I not be there. I am hardly possessive.”
Harry scoffed with a wide grin. “Oh no, surely not.”
“Infuriating brat.”
“Overprotective git.”
Severus’ eyes sparked with challenge. Harry was suddenly drawn into the man’s arms, head angled back with a strong grip to his hair, and lips pressed firmly against his lover’s. His mouth immediately opened to the other. Arms grasped at the material of the older wizard’s cloak as Harry returned the kiss with every bit of passion he harbored for the man.
Finally, after minutes of tongues battling, they pulled away from the heated kiss. Harry’s face had grown flushed with arousal, but Severus looked cool and calm – infuriatingly so. Harry felt a sudden urge to replace that expression and immediately tasted the pale flesh of Severus’ neck. He licked and nibbled the flesh there, causing his lover to startle against him.
Feeling rather daring, Harry continued his assault, unbuttoning Severus’ shirt just enough to expose a sliver of collarbone and licking along the length of it before traveling downwards as he unbuttoned a few more.
Severus remained unmoving before him which only caused Harry to become more daring as he slid further down the Potion Master’s body, kissing and nibbling where he could.
Harry finally settled onto his knees. He pulled the leather belt and unhooked it enough to get to the button of Severus’ trousers. He could feel the stiff muscle clench and unclench as he settled his left hand on the older wizard’s thigh.
Glancing upwards, Harry caught sight of the dark, lustful gaze of his lover. Severus was watching him with an intensity that caused a jolt of heat straight to his groin. Harry licked his lips as the heat spread from his groin to his stomach, making him feel suddenly very powerful and entirely consumed with arousal.
His hands worked the button and zip of the man’s trousers before he was exposing the stiff protruding erection that nearly strained out of the older wizard’s underpants. Pressing open mouth kisses to the slightly wet fabric, Harry tasted his lover’s need.
Severus’ hand weaved tightly through his tangled tresses, neither urging nor stalling him. The rise and fall of the other wizard’s chest was rapidly increasing as Harry continued to explore the length of Severus’ arousal. He dared another glance upwards.
Severus’ eyes were closed, jaw tightly clenched, and face strained. He could see that it was obviously affecting the other wizard greatly to have Harry on his knees – voluntarily – tasting him through the confines of his underpants. It gave Harry a very powerful feeling.
He decided that he had teased enough. His mouth was watering with desire to take the hot, hard length of his lover’s erection as far as it would go. To taste the desire Severus had for him. To bring pleasure to his older lover in a way that no other would or could. It made him positively parched.
Harry easily maneuvered the hard prick from the confines of Severus’ underpants and immediately tasted the budding pre-come. He swirled his tongue over the crown, relishing in the small intake of his lover as he did. Severus’ hand tightened in his hair, pulling just slightly when he continued to suck almost experimentally at the bulbous head.
Relinquishing, Harry took the full length – as much as he could manage anyway – into his mouth and used every bit of technique he could to pleasure Severus. This was only his second time doing this, so he hardly thought it would be a great deal better than the first, but he put every bit of effort into it.
From the groans and pants, he could conclude that it was at least doing something right. He doubled his efforts, hoping to find every little pleasurable nuance and store it away for next time. He watched from the floor as Severus’ face continued to strain, giving way to almost nothing. It made Harry want to do more. He wanted to see his lover become unhinged. Yet, as his knees started to ache from being pressed into stone, he finally pulled away.
Severus pulled him from his spot, startling him in the process, and dragged him towards the couch. Harry was stripped immediately with a spell, bent over the arm of the couch, and thrust into. Thankfully, the necessary spells made none of this painful. The only possible pain he could derive was of too much pleasure.
The sounds of skin striking skin echoed around them as Harry grasped desperately at the couch. He moaned in desperation as his hard prick rubbed against the firm material. The powerful thrusts were causing his vision to spark and falter. The sheer power of his lover, the desperation as he drove as deep as he could inside him, was alarming but comforting.
Severus never held back when they coupled. It was as if all the self-control Severus practiced would crumble with their passion. Harry was actually quite flattered with this notion. He made this overly cool and well-controlled wizard become unhinged and primal in his need.
Their bodies moved wildly against each other for long minutes before they succumbed to their pleasure. Despite all the brutality, Harry had never felt so loved or safe in his entire life. Severus gave him everything he needed and desired. While the occasional gentle coupling was nice, Harry much preferred these wild and powerful interludes.
Harry sagged against the arm of the couch, gasping desperately as he continued to see stars. He was helped into their room, cleaned and readied for bed as if he had been incapable. Surprisingly, Severus turned out to be very motherly. He would never say so. Didn’t want to be hexed as a result. But he quite liked that this usually aloof wizard took great care of him.
Usually, Harry would feel insulted if someone acted this way. But with Severus, he found it endearing and knew he could return the kindness for the rest of his life.
*
“The babe is growing well,” Poppy said as she scanned Harry and his condition. “You’re a little underweight, but I suspect that not for long by what Severus tells me. I have been told you have recently had an increase of appetite?”
“A little,” Harry said as he glared over towards Severus who remained unaffected by the gaze.
Poppy smiled brightly. “Very good. Well, everything looks to be doing well. I suspect that you will be rather busy over the next few weeks. Severus has promised to report any changes that I may need to address, but with the trial you will need to temporarily stay at your manor. Is that correct?”
“Yes. We will be staying at Snape Manor for the duration of the trial,” Severus informed her.
Harry sighed. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to the weeks’ worth of trial deliberations, but he was slightly excited to see where Severus spent his holidays. It felt weird knowing that Snape Manor was now his home as well. Where their child – or even children – would grow.
After seeming satisfied with her results, Poppy excused them, and they headed over to the headmistress’ office. Tying up all the loose ends before they left in the morning, Harry suspected.
McGonagall had been rather upset when Harry and Severus spoke to her about the details of the case. Since she was witness to the events of that evening, she would also be testifying at the trial. She was quite astounded by the degree Malfoy had gone to get Harry. They were still not truly sure as to why Malfoy had gone to such lengths, but no doubt with the veritaserum at trial – it had been cleared for use – they would know the truth behind the blonde wizard’s actions.
Harry wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to know. It was clear that Malfoy was looking at much more in line of his conviction. Since their discovery of a list of illegal activities, Malfoy was not only looking at assault and attempted homicide, but a surfeit of other charges. The trial had been delayed by another two weeks since finding evidence to suggest that there were many more incriminating charges that would need the proper investigation.
The Daily Prophet had been featuring all the newest details of Draco Malfoy’s charges. It would seem they had been given the exclusive details about the case, and now, Harry was an even bigger celebrity for it. His name and actions were all featured along with the daily updates.
It had been taxing to say the least. Harry was unable to go into the public at the moment. His every movement was featured, and now, the public knew about every tiny detail of his life. Thankfully, his original bloodline had remained unknown. Though, there was theories that included it since he was currently pregnant.
Suffice to say, Harry was looking forward to retiring to the solitude that Snape Manor offered. He had been dealing with the constant inquiries from the students, and it was exhausting. Many of the parents had gone as far as to use their children as a way of leaking information to the public, so Harry had learned – unfortunately quite quickly – that he could no longer discuss anything outside of their private chambers.
They arrived at McGonagall’s office and were immediately let inside. She smiled at the two of them, though her eyes were dark with stress. She had probably dealt with her fair share of the public the last few weeks. No doubt she was dealing with the constant correspondences of reporters and parents alike. Harry felt a little guilty as he took a seat before her.
“You look well,” she said sweetly as he offered him a cup of tea. “Poppy tells me that you have been seeing her dutifully every week, and she is quite happy with your progress. Be assured, she does not share details as your privacy is very much her first priority. Have you been doing well?”
“As well as I can,” Harry replied with a smile of his own. “I’m finally not dealing with as many uncomfortable symptoms, but I’m sure they’ll return in only a matter of time from what Hermione tells me.”
McGonagall chuckled lightly before gazing at Severus. “And you, Severus?”
“Quite well, Minerva. Thank you.”
“Still as curt as ever. I had quite hoped Harry might bring out a more…social side of you,” McGonagall admitted with a small look of reprove.
Severus’ scowled slightly. “Alas, that is certainly not the case.”
Harry smiled as the two gazed silently at each other before McGonagall sighed. “Yes, well, no matter. Harry looks happy and that is enough. I suspect you understand that I am available to you should you need anything. You depart in the morning, correct?”
“Yes,” Severus replied shortly.
“Very well. As correspondence from outside influences is strictly forbidden once trial commences, I will keep you in my thoughts. I will see you during the trial and be assured, my every concern is that Malfoy receives his due punishment.”
“Thank you, Minerva,” Harry said as he gazed gently over to her. He couldn’t quite hug her, but he certainly hoped he conveyed just how much her words meant to him.
“Very well. Safe travels.”
When they stood, Harry watched the older witch round the desk, and surprisingly, pull him into a warm embrace. It was startling enough, but Harry quickly returned it. He had so many loved ones now. He could have never imagined that he might be this happy one day despite everything that occurred with Malfoy. He was truly grateful for it.
TBC…
Getting into a little more plot and seeing some cute fluffy sides of Sevvy…not to mention the super hot sides. Please share your thoughts and see you next chapter!
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