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A Rewarding Punishment	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19975 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-A Rewarding Punishment
- 2-A Punishing Reward
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So finally, here is the second part. I had this planned and started from the moment I originally posted this story. It just took a long time to get it out.

Loud knocking sounded throughout Severus’ sitting room. He dropped the book he was reading on his lap and rubbed his forehead in frustration. It was the first night back; classes didn’t even start until tomorrow. What could possibly have happened so soon after Christmas holiday?

When it became clear that the person on the other side of his door wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon, Severus snapped the book shut and deposited it on an end table.

“What?” He growled as he wrenched the door open. His features softened a bit when he saw who was on the other side of the threshold and the state he was in.

Harry was standing there shoulders slumped, head bowed, and fidgeting with the front of his robe. “Can I come in?” He asked so quietly Severus barely caught it.

For a moment he considered saying no, remembering the events that took place last time he and Harry were alone in his quarters. But with the way the boy looked, Severus found himself backing up and opening the door wider in a clear invitation.

Severus felt a sense of déjà vu as Harry walked past him without another word and without looking at him. He hoped this wasn’t going to go the same way as last time but it couldn’t possibly be any worse, right?

The potions professor shut his door and stood there, waiting for Harry to explain why he’d sought him out again. But Harry just continued to fidget.

Finally, Severus moved from his position by the door and sat back down on the couch he had been occupying before the interruption. He immediately noticed how the boy turned completely away from him. Was Harry ashamed of something? Had he just now come to discuss what happened between them six months ago?

Severus came back to awareness when Harry's movements become obviously more than fidgeting. It looked like he was undoing his robe. He watched as the boy quickly shed the garment, leaving him in his white school shirt and a pair of loose sweat pants. Even from the back he could tell that the shirt seemed too tight on Harry.

“Harry…” He started but was cut off by a quick “shh” from the fifteen year old.

From the movement of Harry's elbows, Severus could now tell that the teenager was unbuttoning his shirt. He doesn’t want…

If once was a mistake, then twice would have to be a complete sin.

But before he could voice his objections to a repeat of their last encounter, Harry dropped his shirt on top of the discarded robes and started speaking.

“Before I turn around, could you do me a favor?” He asked softly.

“I suppose.” Severus slowly replied.

“Throw your wand away. I can’t guarantee you won’t want to hex me for what you’re about to see.” He said just as quietly as before, if not quieter.

“Why would I want to hex you?” Severus asked more concerned about that than being unarmed. He was really getting worried now. Had Harry done something to hurt himself? Did someone else hurt him?

“Please… j-just do it.” Harry replied brokenly.

Now that Severus really focused on him, he could see that Harry was trembling slightly, maybe even silently crying. Without giving it a second thought, he dropped his wand on the floor and kicked it just hard enough to roll into Harry’s line of vision.

Harry stared at the thin piece of wood for a moment. He hadn’t thought, even for a second, that the man would actually part with his wand without an explanation.

“What is it, Harry?” Severus asked, his voice filled with concern.

At the sound of his voice, Harry seemed to break down even further. His shaking would have been obvious to a blind man and his arms wrapped around himself in a hug, or so Severus assumed.

When Harry finally turned around, Severus felt his eyebrows disappear into his hairline and his mouth drop open in shock. What he was seeing couldn’t have been real.

Harry still had his head down and he would have been staring at his feet… had it not been for the swollen belly blocking his view.

It was silent for several moments as Severus’ jaw moved up and down trying to form words but no sound was coming out. He could barely form a coherent thought let alone an entire sentence to actually speak.

Severus didn’t even remember that night in full detail. He had gotten into a bottle of firewhiskey to celebrate the last day having to deal with snot-nosed brats for the next two months and had been pleasantly buzzed by the time Potter had shown up at his door.

He couldn’t remember what had been said exactly but he did remember yelling. Lots of yelling, then silence, Harry crying, holding and comforting him. Embarrassing arousal. Pleasure. Solitude.

“I-I d-didn’t know what was happening t-to me.” Harry started slowly, still looking at the floor, tears streaming down his face. “I st-tarted getting s-s-sick a-a few weeks into s-summer. I th-thought… I thought it-t was ju-just a bug. But it… it di-didn’t stop.” He had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself from hyperventilating.

“Th-three month-ths ago, I-I realized I was get-ting bigger, even though I-I was th-throwing u-up s-so much. I.. I went t-to the library and… and…” By this time, Harry's head was in his hands and Severus could barely make out what he was saying.

Severus wanted to move, to get up and hold the boy, but he knew if he tried to stand his legs would have given out the moment he was on his feet.

“Harry?” Severus asked tentatively.

Slowly, the dark head of hair rose until green eyes were staring into black. Not trusting his voice again, Severus beckoned Harry to him with his hand. He took one hesitant step forward and then another when it was clear the man wasn’t going to hurt him.

A few seconds later, Harry was standing in front of him, eyes once again on the floor. “I’m s-sorry.” He whispered.

With these words, Severus gently pulled Harry down to sit across his lap and held him tightly to his chest. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine.” He whispered back. “I should have known this could happen. But…” He sighed. “You were fourteen. A male becoming pregnant is rare enough by itself but for one so young is damn near impossible.”

Harry sobbed into his shoulder and tightly gripped the black t-shirt the man was wearing. A hand started running up and down his back in a soothing motion.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone, Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, your friends…?” Severus released a shaky breath and closed his eyes. “…me?”

A small hiccup shook Harry's body before he replied, “I-I was afraid and… I tr-ried. But y-you were always bu-sy with the Order and school s-stuff.”

“Why were you afraid, Harry?” He asked softly.

Harry sniffled and took a few calming breaths. “I didn’t want you to hate me for being a freak.”

“You’re not a freak and… I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?” Harry asked, turning hopeful, watery eyes on the man whose lap he was currently occupying.

Severus wiped a few tears from the boy’s face and replied, “Do you really think the event that led to this would have occurred if I hated you?”

“Probably not.” He whispered.

“And I’m assuming you don’t hate me.”

Harry shook his head.

“Is that a ‘no, I hate you’ or ‘no, I don’t hate you’?” Severus asked just to be certain.

“No, I don’t hate you.” Harry whispered and yawned, suddenly feeling tired.

Severus gave a small, unseen smile at the warm, fuzzy feeling that invaded his chest at the confirmation.

After several minutes of silence, Severus felt a hand cover his own. It was only then that he realized he had been caressing Harry's belly. The hand slid his to a different area and he felt something bump against his palm. A small gasp escaped his lips.

“I can feel it move sometimes.” Harry whispered tiredly against a pale neck.

“I bet you can.” Severus whispered back. He smiled softly when he felt another bump under his hand.

Harry suddenly yawned loudly. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed, Harry. You’re exhausted.” The potions master said with a small yawn of his own.

“Don’t think I can make it all the way back up there.” He mumbled. Then he found himself in the air.

“I wasn’t suggesting you go back to Gryffindor tower tonight.” Severus said as he carried the younger brunette to his room. “I have a perfectly good bed down here.”

Harry yawned again and, with a small smile, said, “I thought bats hang from the rafters.” If it weren’t for the boy’s condition, Severus would have dropped him. Instead, he just smiled softly down at him.

Severus set Harry on his feet for a moment next to the unused side of his large bed. Then he quickly pulled the covers back and helped him climb in.

Once he was sure Harry was settled, he went back around, slipped off his shirt and got into bed himself. He lay on his side facing away from the boy and listened for a few minutes as Harry adjusted his position.

When Harry finally fell silent, Severus stayed alert, waiting for him to actually fall asleep.

After several minutes, he relaxed into the bed and closed his eyes only to open them again when he was spoken to.

“Professor?” Harry asked in a small voice.

Severus slowly turned over to see that Harry was already facing him. He looked so incredibly vulnerable it was almost scary. “Severus.” The man said.

“Hmm?”

“When two people are having a child together, they generally call each other by their first name.” He elaborated.

“To-together?” In the dim light of the room, Severus could barely make out both hope and fear shining in Harry's eyes.

“Of course. You didn’t think I was just going to leave you alone with this, did you?” Severus asked as he placed a comforting hand on Harry's arm.

Harry averted his gaze and whispered, “Everyone leaves me.”

Severus couldn’t help it. He pulled the boy to his chest and held him as tightly as he could without hurting him. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry.” He spoke into unruly black hair.

“Promise?” Harry asked, his voice hoarse from the effort of keeping back his tears.

Tilting Harry's head back so he could see him, Severus quietly replied, “I promise. I don’t walk away from my responsibilities.”

With a sniffle and a small smile, Harry suddenly felt the urge to kiss the man whose bed he was lying in. So he did.

It was completely chaste at first, nothing more than a pressing of lips on lips. Then Harry's eyes slid shut and he opened his mouth slightly, a clear invitation that the man didn’t hesitate to take. They both figured they were already past the point of no return, so what was the harm?

As the kiss deepened and grew more heated, Severus rolled over so that Harry was on his back and he was hovering over him, but not crushing him.

When the need for oxygen became apparent, they pulled apart but stayed close enough that they could feel each other’s breath against their lips.

“Harry.” Severus whispered into the darkness. “I don’t know how good of a father I’ll make, as I never thought I would be one, but I will not leave you unless you tell me to.” He reaffirmed his earlier promise.

Whether or not Severus would be a good father didn’t matter to Harry at the moment. Just the fact that he was willing to stay had Harry's heart melting and he knew that he could possibly fall in love with this man one day, especially if he kept saying things like that.

Without a word, Harry pulled Severus back down into another scorching kiss, one that would have them both hard by the end of it.

Severus broke the kiss and started trailing them down Harry's neck, being careful to keep the majority of his weight off of him.

“S-Severus.” Harry breathed as the dark haired man continued lower to his chest and ran a hand down his baby bump to his waistband. “I w-want you.” He arched up into the mouth that closed around his left nipple.

Harry felt his pants and underwear being tugged down and his hard on sprang free to bounce against his belly.

With a last lick to the hardened nub between his lips, Severus sat up on his knees. “I can see that.” He said with a small smirk. His hand curled around the length and gave it a few slow strokes.

Severus assumed being pregnant made Harry's body much more sensitive when he received a much louder response than he was expecting. It made him eager to find out just how loud Harry could get.

The next thing Harry felt was wet heat engulfing his cock, his eyes widening to see Severus’ head bobbing up and down. With his stomach in the way though, all he could actually see was the top of the man’s head.

It only took another minute for Harry to scream his release, his seed shooting down Severus’ throat as his hands gripped the sheets beneath him.

The man sat back up, licking any stray fluid off of his lips. Harry moaned at the undeniably sexy sight, which posed a question in Harry's mind.

“Why do you want me?” He croaked, partially from the scream and partially from the sudden need to cry… again.

“Why do I want you?” Severus reiterated. “I’m sure by now you’ve read every book in the library on male pregnancy so you should know that it takes two magically powerful wizards to conceive a child.” Harry nodded slightly. “Imagine how I feel knowing I am both fertile and powerful enough to have impregnated a fourteen year old boy when the youngest ever recorded was sixteen. And that has only happened thrice.”

Harry sniffled a little. “I’d imagine you feel pretty damn good right about now.” He replied with a watery grin.

“Indeed. And even if that weren’t the case, maybe I like seeing you swollen with child, my child.” He followed this statement with a long lick up the entire length of Harry's pregnant belly.

“You… you do?” Harry asked breathily.

Severus crawled back up Harry's body as he said, “Oh yes, very much so. See?” He lightly pressed his hips against the teen’s and ground them together. Almost immediately, Harry felt blood rushing to refill his cock.

Harry moaned as he pushed his own hips up into Severus’ and wrapped his arms around him to clutch at his back. His hands slid down until they came into contact with fabric. “You’re wearing too much.” He groaned as he tugged at the offending garment.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Severus momentarily slid off the bed to remove his sleeping pants before once again taking up his place between Harry's thighs.

The instant the man was over him again, Harry pulled him down into a searing kiss and wrapped his legs around him to bring their lower halves together once more.

Severus kept himself propped up with his arms on either side of Harry as he began sliding and thrusting against the boy beneath him.

A particularly loud moan forced its way out of Harry causing his mouth to separate from Severus’ as he threw his head back against his pillow. “More.” He begged.

“Patience, Harry.” Severus grunted. He then realized he left his wand on the floor in the other room. Kissing Harry one last time, the man stood from the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

The dark-eyed man was back in an instant, climbing back over Harry with renewed fervor. He cast two spells on the boy’s read end, one to stretch the space and one to lubricate it.

Harry shivered at the familiar cooling sensation.

“Ready?” The man asked as he lined his erection up with the now prepared pucker.

“Yes, please.” Harry nearly begged.

A moment later, and the green-eyed boy’s body was breached and filled to capacity. He hissed at both the pain and pleasure of penetration.

The older man paused for a second to allow the smaller body to become accustom to the feeling.

Finally, Severus pulled out, groaning as he did so. He hadn’t been laid since the last time Harry came to him. When he pushed back in, it was to start a moderate pace.

“Severus!” Harry whined as he was repeatedly thrust into. He wrapped his arms around the other male’s shoulders and held on for dear life.

“Yes, Harry!” The man moaned as he buried his face in the junction of Harry’s neck and shoulders. He started placing a few open-mouthed kisses along the flesh he found there.

“I’m so-so close.” Harry panted after a few minutes of hard thrusting. He met each one with equal excitement.

Severus growled at the information. “Come for me, darling.” He commanded as he wrapped his right hand around Harry’s hard-on.

Almost immediately, Harry’s hips left the bed as his come spurted across both of their stomachs. His orgasm was quickly followed by the feeling of wet, warmth inside him and Severus growling his release.

The dark-haired man sat over the boy on his hand and knees, panting for a moment, before he rolled to the left and collapsed next to him.

“I like sex.” Harry stated with a goofy grin a few minutes later.

Severus found his wand and scourgified the mess away. He then turned onto his side and put an arm around the smaller body beside him.

“That makes two of us.” The man replied softly as he pulled the comforter up and over them.

~!~

“Minerva, have you seen Severus this morning?” Dumbledore asked the professor as he popped into her class of third year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

The woman in question turned from the black board she was writing on and leveled a glare at the headmaster for interrupting her class. “No, I haven’t.”

“Interesting.” Albus mumbled to himself as he shut the classroom door once more. The dark-haired man never showed up at breakfast either. This wasn’t entirely unusual, but it had been reported to him many times now that the potions professor never showed up to his first two classes of the day.

Having already made sure Severus hadn’t checked into the hospital wing, Dumbledore headed toward the dungeons to make sure nothing was wrong with the dour man.

“What’s this?” Dumbledore asked aloud as he approached the door to Severus’ private quarters. Taped to the door was a folded in half piece of parchment. On said parchment was a note that read:

Albus, or whoever finds this first,

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Harry cannot remain at Hogwarts while He-Who-Must-Not –Be-Named is still at large. I have taken the boy someplace safe and unknown for the foreseeable future.

Do not come looking, you won’t be able to find us. I promise.

Severus.

Dumbledore hummed to himself as he folded the note and stowed it away within his robes. He knew he could trust Severus. Whatever had happened, he’d take good care of Harry, wherever they may be. Now he was just curious as to what could have happened to cause the man to take the boy away. “Ah, well…” He turned and headed back toward his office. “I’m sure I’ll find out eventually.”
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