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The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II)	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Sixteen - Darling

'You scream like a girl!'

Neither Ron, Neville, or Ginny acknowledged the comment. They were locked in a bubble of their own.

'Why are you here?' Ginny's voice was quiet, but ached with pain. 'Where's Harry?'

Ron almost flinched at his sister's questions. He was still on the ground of the forest, leaves churned up by his fall after Ginny had tackled him. His chest hurt from where her wand had jabbed at him before she had seen he wasn't a threat; at which point she'd flung him to the floor, face red, eyes burning with anger.

'Where have you been?' Ginny's voice was controlled, but it held that soft quality that warned an explosion was imminent. 'Have you any idea what it's been like here? How we've been hurt for every little thing we've done? How we've all hoped you three were off doing something to help us? But instead I find you crawling about the forest!' Ginny's voice had risen almost to a hysterical shriek.

'Gin,' Ron began, but she cut him off.

'Don't Ron! Don't give me excuses or lies or evasions. Tell me the truth! Where is Harry?'

It cost Ron a lot to admit the truth: 'I don't know.'

***

'I don't know.' Harry looked doubtfully at Hermione, who was flushed with pleasure at her latest idea. 'It's too risky.'

She frowned at him. Harry had never before realised how often she scowled; after all, Ron had nearly always ended up on the receiving end of them. He found he was getting tired of all the disapproval.

'Hermione, I want my wand back, I do. But sneaking into the Head's office to steal it and cause trouble there is asking to be caught.'

'But I've gone over it a thousand times! How could we possibly be caught?'

Harry shook his head. Something just didn't feel right to him about this plan. 'This is Snape we're talking about: sneaky git extraordinaire. He'd find a way to catch us.'

He rubbed his forehead, feeling a throb between his eyes. More and more these days he was suffering with headaches, which were often accompanied by weird images, strange smells, odd emotions.

Severus, lying on his side, soft morning light making his skin glow, his slender digits softly stroking Harry's lightly curved belly. Harry felt so secure and happy lying there, a child deep within him, growing steadily. His and Severus' child. He smiled warmly at his bed fellow.

'It's Saturday.' He said softly, his hand moving to link with Severus'. 'We don't have to get up.'

Snape twisted onto his back, straining his neck to look at the clock. 'I have a pupil in detention in two hours.'

Harry looked cross. 'Why do you do that? It's just ruining your weekend too.' He smiled alluringly, 'Still, two hours...' He directed the other man's hand between his legs and waited until Snape was cupping his balls before he let his hand trail back up his body, rubbing over his erect nipples. They had been a little sore for a few days, and the frisson of pleasure/pain made his back arch and a moan tumble from his lips.

Severus tilted forward and caught the bottom lip in his mouth. Harry closed his eyes, revelling in the ecstasy being wrought from his body. He felt a mouth on his cheeks, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his inner thighs...

He growled in frustration. 'Do it!' He gasped. 'Please!'

'Slut.' Severus admonished with no heat in his voice, and gave Harry's dick his full attention.

Harry moaned as his sensitive tip was pulled into painful wet heat, a slippery pressure relentlessly worming into his slit. He shuddered as Snape's tongue pushed aside the swollen folds of skin, pushing into his penis, and drank directly from him.

Severus' hand was still squeezing rhythmically at Harry's balls, thumb rubbing over the hot sacs, feeling the testicles shift, enjoying the groan that Harry couldn't hold in.

'Oh...god!' Harry panted, face flushed. 'P-p-please!'

Severus smiled and sucked, tongue still pressing hard into Harry, swollen head being constricted. The boy screamed.

Harry felt his face burn with shame: how could he think these things? And what the hell was him being PREGNANT all about?! He was a guy, for crying out loud!

He glanced up, hoping Hermione hadn't noticed he hadn't been paying attention. She had. She sighed. 'Honestly, Harry, when are you ever going to listen to me?' She waited for him to deny it, but he shrugged, looking apologetic, and also embarrassed.

'Hermione, I really think this would be a better idea if both of us went.'

She made a noise like a spitting cat. 'And how do we ensure the Room is here to return to?' she asked, deeply sarcastic.

He shrugged, a little irritated at her unwillingness to compromise. 'Ask Ginny or Neville next time they appear outside.'

This time Hermione actually threw her hands into the air: 'And whilst you're at it, why not strap a flashing banner to your head reading 'Harry Potter here!' and paint a target on yourself!' She glared at him, shaking her head, 'Harry, we must keep it a secret. The only way to keep something secret is don't tell anyone!'

He was so sick of being told that. 'In fifth year we kept the DA a secret, Hermione! It wasn't Ginny or Neville who let us down. We can trust them. Ginny's my girlfriend, in case you've forgotten!'

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, then snapped it shut. It was once too often. All their rows ended the same way: Hermione would start to say something, change her mind, and then become very soothing.

It. Drove. Harry. Mad.

'Say it!' He yelled, goaded beyond endurance by these ridiculous ends to their arguments. 'Whatever it is, just SAY IT!'

Hermione's nostrils flared, and she again opened her mouth. But again she closed it with a snap and turned away. 'No. You have to remember yourself.'

'I CAN'T!' He bellowed. 'DON'T YOU GET IT? I CAN'T REMEMBER!' He grabbed a book from the couch - one of hers obviously - and threw it in utter frustration. It didn't help. He grabbed one of the small lamps by the couch and flung that across the room too. He lunged for the couch and began heaving it into a new position.

'It's all wrong! Everything's in the wrong place!' He tugged angrily at the sofa. 'MOVE!' He shrieked at it. 'Just move. Merlin, why is everything so wrong?'

***

It was pointless, and Severus knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He had spent a frustrating day dealing with Granger's practical joke. He had finally got the castle back to normal, although he could swear that the walls were still tinged pink, or was it his eyes burned forever to see red, thanks to that bloody Gryffindor Know-It-All? Now he was sitting in the Headmaster's study, leaning back comfortable in his chair, the Marauders' map open in front of him.

The usual dots were moving about. The one he was aching to see, however, was not there.
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