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Severus watched with horror as his
eyes travelled over the scene in front of him. A tangle of two young and supple
bodies -one pale and the other golden, one redheaded and the other brunette.
“Mm, Harry, you taste so good,”
Ron’s voice was low and husky as he ran his large hands over the golden skin of
the other man beneath him.
“You feel good on top of me,” Harry breathed, and Severus felt ill
seeing him in such a state of bliss, entwined with his husband.
Either way, Severus couldn’t remove
himself from the situation. His eyes were trained somewhat firmly forward, and
it was only when he tried to move his hands did he realise they were tied to
the chair he was sat on. He heard a low groan which could have come from either
of the two young men in front of him and he wanted to scream.
“You always know what I want,” Harry
breathed, reaching up to caress Ron’s face and Severus felt a startling
familiarity with those words, as though he’d heard them before.
“You’re what I want Harry, you and
your beautiful body…”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooo!” Severus’ shout hit the bedroom
walls and he flew upright in the bed, blinking furiously in the dark.
“Severus?”
Ron’s croaky voice rose up from the bed. “S’rong?”
Severus
took a few steadying breaths and turned to look at his husband, who was on his
back, his thin Chudley Cannons t-shirt tangled up
about his chest. “Nothing, just a… really
scary dream, go back to sleep,” Severus breathed, and bent to press a kiss to
Ron’s forehead.
A low snore
told him Ron had done just that, and with shaking hands Severus swung his legs
out of the bed and perched on the edge, realising that his face was sweaty when
he dropped it into his fingers.
Well that was fucking new… Jesus… Severus swallowed on a dry throat
and coughed slightly. He looked at the glowing clock and saw that it was half
past seven in the morning. He padded lightly to the bedroom door and threw a
withering glance backwards at Ron in the bed, where he slept with his mouth
open and his legs splayed beneath the duvet, feet sticking out of the end.
He would
have stayed longer, but a sharp twinge in his bladder dragged him into the
hallway, which he lit to avoid falling over George or his toys. Severus yawned
and scratched at his pubic area beneath the waistband of his pyjamas, totally
forgetting they had company in the house. His eyes flitted into the living room
as he made for the loo. He backtracked when he saw a letter waiting on the
hearth. Willing his bladder to behave, he retrieved the parchment.
“St,
Mungo’s?” He frowned to himself, seeing the official stamp. He tore the
envelope open with eager hands and read the text of the letter. His heart
accelerated.
Holding the
letter in his mouth he hastily relieved himself, washed his hands and dashed
back into the bedroom. He flicked the lights up to a cruel level without
thinking that he’d blind Ron when he shook him awake.
“Ron, wake
up,” Severus gave him a rough shove on the shoulder, and then another when
there was no response.
“Fuck off
Sev...” Ron trailed off the rest of his name with a snore.
Severus
shook again. “Ron, you need to get up right this second,” he tried, injecting
urgency into his tone knowing that it might wake his husband up a little faster.
“What the fuck is it?” Ron groaned, and finally cracked open his eyes. “Oh,
Merlin, I’m blind.”
“You’re not
blind,” Severus muttered. “Get up and read this, it must have come yesterday
afternoon when we were out.”
Ron sat up,
blinking stupidly, and grabbed the letter from Severus’ hand. “Why do you think
they want to see us?” He frowned at it.
“I don’t
know, maybe something’s wrong with the samples?” Severus bit his lip.
“Maybe.
Well, we can always just give new ones,” Ron dropped the letter and hit the
pillow again, closing his eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Severus barked, and ripped the duvet
completely off Ron’s body.
“I was
going back to sleep,” Ron opened one eye warily. “But I’m sensing you have
something less fun for me to do?”
“We’re
going to the hospital,” Severus told him with an open mouth as if it were the
most obvious thing in the world to be doing.
“Severus,
it’s… oh, you’ve got to be kidding me… it’s only half past seven. We went to
bed at three. Three!”
“You begged
me for the blow job, don’t complain,” Severus whirled around and threw the first
clean clothes he could find onto his body, even though he knew he was in
desperate need of a shower.
“Severus,
look, there won’t be anybody there this early, and we can’t go this morning
because we have to help Harry.”
“Ron, this
isn’t up for debate. Get your backside out of the damned bed and put it into
some clothes before I make you.”
Ron groaned with exasperation and hauled himself off the mattress. “Go and
leave Harry a note. And for God’s sake, leave some hangover cure by it and
whilst you’re there, get some for me. My brain’s going to explode.”
***
Severus
couldn’t be sure of it, but everyone seemed to be staring at them. He knew they
both looked tired, and Ron stank of cigarettes –and that blasted cheeseburger- but everyone they passed on their way
to the maternity and conception wards seemed to be smiling at them.
Ron was too
tired to notice, it was all he could do to keep his eyes open and he seemed
stuck in one big long continual yawn. He tripped over his shoelace slightly and
stumbled; Severus grabbed his upper arm in an iron grip and kept him upright.
“Aren’t you
worried?” Severus asked him desperately. “There could be something really
wrong; they could have decided to boot us off the waiting list? Or they could
have discontinued the programme? Why on earth… we’ve only been waiting a year
so it’s not our turn. What if they’ve decided we’re not good enough? Or-”
“Severus,
you’re panicking,” Ron looked at him. “We’ll find out soon enough. Knowing our sterling
reputation with luck, I’m sure it’s just a trainee had an accident with the
storage facility and they need a bit more love juice. Which won’t be a problem,
will it?” He shot Severus a filthy grin and gave him a slap on the backside.
Ron pushed
open the door to the ward he had taken Severus to the day he’d first found out
he would be a father, and they walked into the sea of pale yellow and lilac.
“Oh my
goodness, you came!” one of the witches squealed. “Oh. I’m going to get
Artemis, he’s here, and he was on night shift last night, he hoped you’d come
as soon as possible. Take a seat.” She bustled off.
Ron raised
an eyebrow as he watched her leave, and heard the nervous thrum of Severus’
feelings through the chain bond. He reached over and picked up his hand.
“Severus, whatever it is, things are going to be fine?”
“How do you know that?” Severus knew his voice was strained, although if he was
completely honest with himself, he didn’t know why he was so anxious.
“I don’t,
but… we’re going to find out in seconds so what’s the point of getting in a tiz
about it?”
“Oh good,
good, you came! I’m so relieved!” Artemis flew out of his office. “If you’d like to join me?”
It was all
Severus could do to remain calm and not pounce on the man and demand answers
immediately. He lowered himself into the seat offered to him and hooked his
hands around the leg he crossed, to stop them shaking.
He’s going to tell you you’re an
unsuitable father and he’s going to kick you out of the list.
Severus
stomach wriggled with discomfort at that thought and he was stunned to realise
just how much he’d grown attached to the idea of being a father in a year. He
swallowed.
“We need to
make this quick,” Ron said. “My best friend’s getting married today…”
“Oh yes,
yes, of course, Harry Potter –I’ve seen the anticipation in the Prophet,”
Artemis smiled.
“Why did
you write to us?” Severus couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Well, as
you know, when you joined the list there was at that time a four year waiting
list.”
Ron nodded
and looked at Severus. “Which we didn’t like at the time but it’s given us some
breathing room…”
“Well, I’m
afraid,” the man paused slightly, looking between them, “You’ve had all the
breathing room you’re going to get. We set your conception into play yesterday
afternoon!” The man beamed at them.
Silence
engulfed the room.
“W-what?”
Severus stammered, his body temperature seemed to dip
several degrees. “How… surely you’re meant to alert us before you bloody do
that? We could have been on a dig in Australia...”
“You’re
archaeologists?” Artemis frowned. “I thought you both worked in Potions?”
“It’s a figure of speech!” Severus cried. “How, how can you
possibly have set our… child into motion without our permission?!”
“I had your
permission,” Artemis said slowly with a frown. “It’s right here on your form.”
“What?” Ron
breathed.
“There’s an
option to tick on the form. We have a process here which allows us to shake up
the list a little –the ministry provides us with new facilities each year. When
that happens, we push all the names in the waiting list into a magical lottery,
and those names which fall out, they’re granted a pass to the top of the queue
and their samples are activated. Now, your names came out yesterday, and when
we checked the form you had ticked the option which allowed us to proceed as
soon as possible, and alert you afterward.”
“I ticked no such thing,” Ron cried, face glowing red as Severus turned to
glare at him.
“I assure
you, you did,” Artemis held out the form, pointing to the fourth page.
Ron was
thrown back to just over a year before, when he had sat filling out the form in
a little coffee shop with George. There plain as day was a tick he recognised
as his own, next to the box which permitted the hospital to do exactly as had
been described.
“Oh sweet
Merlin,” he gasped, and raised a hand to smooth slightly shaking fingers over
his lips.
“You idiot!” Severus cried. “What were you thinking?”
“Severus, I didn’t know… I guess I was just excited…”
“Why is it
such a problem, did you have plans before you hoped to have a child?” Artemis
interrupted them.
“Sort of.
Not really,” Ron blundered, his face still glowed an unflattering shade of red.
“But… so you’re saying… our child is already… it’s here, in the hospital?”
Severus
instantly became suspicious as the beam stretched ever wider on Artemis Wimborne’s face. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”
“By gods there’s something else,” the man clearly could hold his excitement in
no longer.
“What’s
wrong?” Ron’s voice finally cracked under the strain.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Artemis assured him. “No, something amazing is very, very
right.”
Both
Severus and Ron stared at him, each wondering how long it would be before the
other leapt up and strangled the news out of the suddenly infuriating mentor
they’d been cursed with.
“I’m sure
you remember from your research on magical conception,” Artemis excitedly
tapped a quill against his desk. “That multiple births have never been achieved
through the process.”
Severus
frowned at the man. “Yes, it’s impossible because the engineered eggs can only
produce one baby at a time.”
“Well, yes... but there is something else which comes into play in your case.”
Silence
drenched the room again and Severus was confused.
“Because of
Mr. Weasley’s low fertility, we thought it best to
create a number of eggs to attempt fertilisation with. We knew even then it
might not work, as you yourselves have been aware of. So, you can imagine our
surprise and unconfined joy, when the
monitors flared up indicating that not one, not two, but three of the eggs fertilised and took to the replica womb wall.”
Severus
heard Ron suck in a sharp breath, but his own brain was still confused. What the fuck?
“It’s never
worked before that way,” Artemis continued. “We’ve done this procedure
countless times for partners with low fertility and we often fail to get just
one egg fertilised and never more than one, because we really, truly only put
more than one egg, real or engineered, in when we have serious doubts. As we
can only afford each couple one shot at this at a time between positions on the
waiting list… we try to do everything we can to ensure success –but we often
fail.”
“So… are
you telling me,” Ron’s voice was shaking. “So that where you thought we might
not get one baby full stop, we’re now going to have-”
“Triplets!”
Artemis burst out for him. “Trizygotic triplets.
Your babies are going to be medical firsts! This really is the most wonderful,
amazing breakthrough.”
Severus was
still staring at the man, brain trying to comprehend the strange words coming
out of his mouth. “B-but… h-how?”
“It’s truly
a mystery, this has never happened before… though, I suppose, one thing that
would make it more likely –do multiple births run in either of your families?”
Severus
jumped in his seat and looked at Ron. “You! You and
those bloody twin brothers of yours! You, this is… oh my God… oh my fucking
God…”
Ron’s mouth
was hanging open, he knew. But the feeling spreading within him was not that of
shock, but of complete happiness. “Triplets? Us. Really? Triplets?
What does that word mean, Trizy…”
“It means
they will all grow from separate eggs, and the three eggs were fertilised with
three separate sperm, so they’re not identical. Are your brothers?”
Ron nodded and swallowed. “Barely anyone can tell them apart.”
“We all
might have fallen over dead if you’d had identical triplets,” Artemis shook his
head. “This alone is enough… if there are any cases of this happening before,
they’re not documented. We have a theory… because of the supreme over-fertility
of Mr. Snape’s sample.”
“What?”
Severus’ head jerked back to him.
“We tested
what we had left of your sample –and no, we didn’t use all of it because we
have to keep some on record, which tells you just how fertile it was that it
managed to fertilise three eggs with only a portion used.”
“Are you
telling me that this is…this is my fault?” Severus felt himself jump to his
feet.
“Severus, calm down,” Ron’s voice bubbled with happiness. “So
what, so what if there are three of them? This is amazing, Severus!”
“No!”
Severus protested, raking a hand back through his hair. “I can’t… I don’t know
if I can be a father to one child, let alone three….”
“Well, to
be honest, if you can do it for one, you’ll be able to do it for three.”
Artemis said fairly.
“You stay
out of this! I’m going to get… a… I’m getting legal representation!”
Severus’
head was spinning. “You didn’t even ask our permission before setting this in
play, what if we’d changed our minds?”
“Then the facility would have expected you to alert us on the monthly owls we
send you to check you wish to remain in the programme,” Artemis leaned back in
his chair, and his lack of fear in Severus’ reaction only served to infuriate
him further.
“We’ve
received no such owls!”
“Yes, we
have,” Ron said forcefully. “I’ve been sending them back as soon as they
arrive, which is after you leave for work…”
“AND YOU
DIDN’T THINK TELLING ME WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?!” Severus finally exploded.
“Severus,
really, you should calm down, your blood pressure-”
“MY BLOOD
PRESSURE IS NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME AGAIN!” he roared. “THREE BLOODY KIDS,
RON, WE’RE NEVER GOING TO SURVIVE THAT!”
“We will!”
Ron was fighting hard against the torrent of fear coming through the chain bond
and his own pure joy.
“I SIGNED
ON FOR ONE BABY BECAUSE YOU SAID THAT’S ALL THAT COULD HAPPEN!” Severus turned
back to the man behind the desk, who managed to hide his obvious amused smile
in time.
“Mr. Snape,
please, sit down and take a moment to breathe,” Artemis said in a light tone.
“This is big news and of course it’s a shock. Now, also, you might like to know
that because of the date -they were conceived yesterday –this puts your
triplets in a very accurate time frame for a Halloween Birthday!”
“Oh whoopdebloodydoo! It’s more than a bloody shock, talk about ripping the
ground from under my feet,” Severus snarled.
“You’re being overdramatic,” Ron reached out and grabbed his arm. “Severus, can
you please just calm down… I’m…”
Ron’s eyes
filled with tears and rolled down his cheeks in a reaction he had not expected.
“You can’t
be serious, Ron?” what little blood there was left in Severus’ face drained out
of it. “You can’t be seriously considering this?”
“They’re our children,” Ron looked at him, aghast. “Made from
us. If you think I’m abandoning them just because they had the… audacity to be different, to turn heads
in the world before they’re even born you’ve got another thing coming, Severus
Rafaelle Snape.”
“Don’t you middle name me!” Severus burst out as his head swam a little more
fervently, and even before it truly began, he knew what was going to happen.
“Oh, Gods,”
Ron rolled his eyes with mingled disdain, exasperation and amusement as he felt
the release of relief through the bond. “You’re going to faint, aren’t you?”
Severus couldn’t
answer.
***
“He’ll come
round soon, love, it’s a big shock!”
“I have to
be escorting my best friend to his wedding in an hour and a half,” Ron breathed
nervously. “Severus, I need you to wake up now!”
He hissed the last word and applied pressure to Severus’ hand, which he held in
both his own.
Severus heard
the voices in a blur.
“Harry’s
going to kill me,” Ron breathed. His stomach was alive in a constant flutter –a
mix of excitement and of fear, wrapped in a blanket of nerves at what would
happen if he fucked up his best man’s duties.
“I’m sure
he’d understand,” the witch said kindly. “This is big. This is amazing. He’ll
forgive you, surely?”
“Doesn’tmatteri’mwake,” Severus muttered, cracking his eyes
open to be blinded by a wash of pale yellow.
“Oh, finally, took your sodding time,” Ron rolled his
eyes.
“Where am
I?”
“Maternity
ward,” Ron swallowed. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten and we have to go through
all that again… not sure I can take another round.”
Oh my bloody fuck. Triplets. Did they really say triplets?
“R-Ron… did
I dream it, or are we having…”
“Triplets? Yes. And we ARE having them, Severus,” Ron’s eyes blazed and his voice was
hard. “We are two short of our own fucking Quidditch team. Don’t take this away
from me,” Ron begged.
“I don’t
plan on…” Severus croaked, and pushed himself upright on the hospital bed.
“What time is it?”
“About an
hour and a half before we have to be at The Burrow to get ready,” Ron looked
nervously at the clock.
“I’m sorry.”
Instead of
wailing, as Severus had expected, when Ron’s face turned back to him it was beaming,
and the eyes were bright and sparkling. “No, don’t apologise. It was a big
shock…”
“I might never get over it,” Severus admitted.
They sat
holding one another’s gaze for a few moments, the realisation sinking in.
“Can we
handle three children?” Severus breathed.
“We’ll find
out,” Ron leapt forward and kissed him passionately. “We’ll figure it out,
Severus.”
“And…they’ll
be here in October? That’s…”
“Nine months away,” Ron gave a little laugh. “I know.”
“I… can’t…”
“I know, I
know it’s a lot to take in,” Ron shook his head. “And today we should just
focus on the wedding.”
“I’m sorry
I m-made a t-twat of m-myself,” Severus wished he could get a grip on his
speech faculties. “It was just…”
“I know,
it’s huge,” Ron said earnestly with wide eyes. “I can’t believe it… it’s like…”
“It could only happen to us,” Severus gave him a weak smile.
“Well
nothing else has been normal for us… suppose were stupid to assume this would
be?”
“Before you leave,” the witch spoke up again. “Would you like to see them?”
All of
Severus’ shock seemed to take flight and leave his body, and was replaced by
the same sort of warm glow he’d experienced the day that Teddy Lupin had said
his name for the first time. Ron was looking at him apprehensively.
“Of
course,” Severus swallowed and gave them both a small smile.
Ron helped
him off the bed and Severus absolutely hated that his knees were knocking.
“Don’t
worry about it,” Ron laughed under his breath. “I’m barely holding on to my
stomach here.”
Severus
took heart in that confession and looped his arm around Ron’s waist, pulling
him close as they followed the witch to the set of rooms they had been shown
briefly when they registered.
“We’ve put
them in the end room,” the witch explained. “This is going to be big news in
the medical community and we want them to have as much peace as we can give
them. We’ll also be constructing powerful wards around them for extra
protection.”
“We’ll
still be allowed to visit them, won’t we?” Severus asked her.
“Of course, we’re not trying to keep you out, silly!” She laughed and tapped
her wand against an empty doorframe. “We don’t bother with doors,
it only slows us down if there’s a problem.”
“Are
they…are they in danger health-wise, because of what they are?” Ron asked
softly.
“As far as we can tell, not particularly. Because of the nature of the
conception, we can enlarge the space around them to accommodate the babies as
they grow. They won’t be cramped and they’ll all receive the nutrients.”
“But how do you stop one baby hogging all the nutrients to themselves?”
Severus asked, his scientific mind waking up and poking its nose in the air.
“Careful
monitoring, we think. I know that sounds as though we’re guess working, and to
an extent we are…as this is the first, and all. But the same principles apply
to the spells we can use for a natural birth, if one baby tries to take from
the others. Don’t worry.”
“I’m really
not,” Ron breathed excitedly.
“Well, here
we are. There’s not much to see… After too many people fainted, we changed to
making it all opaque so you can’t see in side.”
Severus had
spent the morning in varying stages of shock and his mind felt blown to pieces.
But nothing topped what he felt when he laid eyes on the shining medical wonder
in front of them.
“Is it
meant to be…sparkling like that?” Ron asked incredulously, stepping away from
Severus to circle what held his babies. Our
babies, Ron reminded himself excitedly.
The large
orb was shimmering like a white opal, with different colours gleaming from the
opaque surface.
“Do you
know the sexes?” Severus thought to ask, as the witch made to leave, to give
them a moment alone.
“Well… yes.
But technically we don’t like to tell anyone so early on, and they’re so new,
not even a day old yet, the embryos…”
“But you do know?” Ron breathed, looking up at her.
“The test
is sometimes wrong,” she explained. “Muggles don’t sex for weeks and we don’t
like placing too much faith in our first day analysis… I don’t want to get you
set on a path to find you have to change.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ron grinned. “It doesn’t matter what they are, they just
have to be healthy…”
“Though, of
course, we want to know because we’re both insufferably nosy,” Severus
swallowed.
“Fine, but,
don’t forget I warned you, and if it changes you can’t blame me,” the witch
laughed. “In nine months, you will be the proud parents of two boys and a
girl.”
“I was
right!” Severus and Ron both exclaimed at the same time, and then looked at one
another.
“I had a dream we had a little girl,” Severus looked at the orb.
“I had a dream
we had a little boy,” Ron beamed.
“And then
you’ve got one extra for good measure,” the witch sniffed. “I’m sorry, I’m just so… h-happy.”
She turned
and fled, blubbering as she went and Severus watched after her with a dazed
expression.
“They’re
really in there,” Ron moved as close as he could to the shining orb. “This
should feel so, so weird but it doesn’t. It feels amazing,” he breathed.
“It’s
pretty weird,” Severus admitted as he moved beside him and watched the myriad
of floating colours. “It’s beautiful, though… they don’t all look like this.”
“It’s different for every set of parents, I remember from the books.”
“Wonder what that says about us?” Severus cocked his head to the side and
watched a pearly blue patch float upwards.
“Are you
alright now?” Ron asked, not tearing his eyes away from the orb.
“I’m…
fairly sure It’s going to take me nine months to deal with this,” Severus
whispered.
“Well,
that’s fine,” Ron smiled. “Just don’t sue Artemis for my mistake.”
“Don’t say
that around them!” Severus hissed before he realised what he was saying. “I
don’t want them to hear I thought they were mistakes! I don’t want to give them
a complex before they’re even born!”
Ron flushed
red. And then he grinned again. “Hey, uh… babies?” He threw a quizzical look at
Severus, who shrugged and grew rosy faced as he chewed his lip. “First things
first, you have two daddies… It’s not weird, really, we promise. We love you
both very much.”
“And, we’re
both thrilled to have you,” Severus found himself strangely at ease, talking to
the orb.
“And we
want to stay longer with you. But your Aunt is getting married today and if we
don’t leave, you might only have one daddy… and I don’t think he could cope
with three of you by himself.”
Severus
snorted. “He most definitely could not.”
“So we need to go. But we’ll be back,” Ron promised.
“Tomorrow morning, bright and early,” Severus smiled.
“We love
you babies,” Ron screwed up his face in disbelief as he said it, a grin
widening his lips as he shook his head in shock.
“I don’t
want to go,” Severus whispered, as they neared the door.
“I know, do
you feel a pull to them or am I being over sentimental?” Ron whispered back,
and they both turned to look.
“No, I feel
it,” Severus smiled, and then took Ron’s face between his hands. “Fucking
Triplets, Ron… how on earth?”
“How we do
everything else,” Ron kissed him. “Good old luck and balls of steel.”
“Okay.”
“Really?”
Ron looked at him, and Severus suddenly saw the young face in front of him
fearful. “You’re not going to collapse or… run off?”
“You think
I’m leaving you to mould those babies into the next generation of Cannons
supporters!?”
***
“Where the hell have you been!?”
Ron cried
out as Harry thumped him painfully on the shoulder and he winced.
“Well?”
Harry cried out, his hands on his hips, face pale. “I’ve been freaking out by
myself for two whole hours! What the hell kind of best man are you?”
“Harry,
calm down,” Severus sighed. “We just had to go and do something, but we’re back
now, and we don’t have to be at The Burrow for another hour, and Ron’s going
for a shower right now.”
Severus
gave Ron a little shove into the hallway, where he staggered slightly, a dazed
look coming over his face and Severus knew that the reality was only now truly
starting to sink in for his husband. “Ron, shower,” he reminded him, and
pointed at the bathroom.
Ron did as
he was asked and Severus turned back to Harry. “Right, what needs to be done?”
“Rings,
dress robes at Grimmauld Place,”
Harry looked at him. “And I need to make sure I’ve got… calming draught on me…”
“Still nervous?” Severus reached up and slid the hair band out which had kept his hair
gathered up for their trip to the hospital.
“Stupidly nervous.”
“Just
relax, Harry.”
“If I
remember rightly you were green on your wedding day,” Harry narrowed his eyes
at Severus. “And you were really nervous. Don’t patronise me.”
“Alright, I
won’t patronise you, I’ll leave you alone,” Severus shrugged. “Go to Grimmauld Place and
collect your things, and by the time you are back we’ll both be ready.”
“Don’t
disappear on me again,” Harry’s voice was as close to begging as he would ever
allow it to get in front of Severus.
“We’re not going anywhere, now, go,” Severus jerked his head at the fireplace.
When Harry
was gone, he strode into the hallway and opened the bathroom door, pleased to
see Ron had at least made it into the shower, even if he was standing dormant
beneath the flowing water. Closing the door, Severus tugged his shirt over his
head and kicked off his shoes.
“Hurry up, Ron, we don’t have a lot of time.”
“Triplets,”
Ron said quietly, as though he were testing the word out for the first time.
“Yes, triplets,” Severus wriggled out of his trousers and pants, and climbed
into the shower beside Ron. “Budge up a bit.”
Ron did as
he was asked and Severus drenched his hair and reached for the shampoo. “Ron,
come on, snap out of it, now’s not the time.”
“I’m sorry, I was too busy looking after you and your freak out to have my
own,” Ron breathed, leaning back against the cold tiles though he didn’t even
flinch as they touched his skin.
Severus
hurriedly lathered his hair and rinsed it beneath the water, working all of the
suds out with his fingers, before reaching for the conditioner he hoped he’d
never have to admit to using.
At least our little girl, when she
gets older, she’ll be able to use it…
Severus
dropped the conditioner bottle from his slippy hands with
that thought, and Ron groaned in pain as it hit his foot.
“Sorry,”
Severus stooped and picked it up, and worked some into his hair.
The pain at
least jerked Ron into action and he began to wash, quickly. Severus beat him
out and towelled himself dry.
“Do we tell
anyone about this?” Ron asked dazedly, catching the towel Severus threw him and
tousling it through his hair.
“Not
today,” Severus dried his own hair thoroughly with his wand. “Stop doing that
or you’ll look like a dog all day,” he directed the wand at Ron and dried the
hair relatively tidily.
“Severus?”
Ron murmured.
“Mm?”
“Just…
shit.”
“I know,
Ron, why the hell do you think I passed out? I’ve only ever passed out twice
before today –on my Death Eater Initiation and that Incident That Must Not Be
Named year before last.”
“Okay…” Ron
breathed in deeply and exhaled. “We can do this. We’re calm adults and we can
look after our children. We have nine months to prepare.”
He repeated
that to himself under his breath and Severus watched his face relax –once again
Severus was left amazed by his young husband’s control and capability.
When Ron
opened his eyes, he felt calmer and collected once more, but excited again. “Eee, Severus, triplets!”
“I swear to
god you change your moods like a tart changes her knickers,” Severus rolled his
eyes in despair. “Now, come on, wedding robes before Harry gets back and
murders us both for neglecting him.”
Ron threw
open the bedroom door and streaked through their cottage naked. “I suppose…
guess I’ll have to put a cap on my love of being naked, right?” He laughed,
turning to dreamily trail his fingers along the wallpaper.
“Not
really,” Severus shrugged. “They’re babies. I’m not going to have them grow up
in some uptight household where they don’t feel they can be what they are.”
“Like you
grew up in, you mean?” Ron asked, lifting his robes for the wedding off the
front of their wardrobe door.
“Well, quite,” Severus swallowed. “You and your siblings obviously had a really
free childhood and it shows in you compared to me, and I want our kids to have
what you had.”
Ron threw
the robes over his head and groaned. “Hate these things,
they’re all new and stiff.”
“That’s
what you get for being the best man,” Severus smirked as he dropped his own
deep navy blue dress robes over his head. “Your own fault for
being in the wedding party.”
Ron snorted
and reached for his jeans.
“Oh no, you
can’t wear those underneath, it’ll show,” Severus protested.
“I’m not
just wearing my pants under these things,” Ron raised an eyebrow.
“Why not?”
Severus purred and stalked towards him suddenly, and grabbed him by the waist. “Easier for me to ravish you.”
Ron laughed, “You do remember this isn’t our
wedding night, Severus?”
“Unfortunately
so,” Severus tucked a lock of Ron’s hair back behind his ear. “Now then,
remember that your Aunt Muriel doesn’t know about the tongue piercing yet.”
“Like I
give a damn,” Ron snorted, fixing the buttons on the cuff of the dress robes.
“You will
she writes you out of her will,” Severus pointed out.
“I don’t
give a damn about the will either,” Ron pulled his most hated dress shoes out
of the bottom of the wardrobe. “Oh joy, I’ll be limping the night away in these
fucking things.”
“Your
language is disgusting, we’ll have to clean it up before the baby comes.”
“Babies,” Ron corrected him with a
grin.
“Oh fuck it,” Severus breathed, and laughed at himself.
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