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Hidden Song
Author: Dappled Victory

Warnings: Slash, het., sexual situations, language, and�drum
roll please�Mpreg!! What, you ask. Male pregnancy? Yes. I'm getting in on the
action. I can't help it. The plot bunnies have taken me hostage. I'm going to
at least try to make it semi-believable. Try.
Pairings: RW/DM, SS/CW
Rating: R
AN: This story takes place until
two separate first person POV's. I'll leave it to you to actively dissect
scenes to decide who is speaking.

There wasn't any
way he could still be angry with me. He had all day to cool off. Not just
during classes, but lunch and dinner as well. I hadn't seen his beautiful face
in hours. Ten excruciating hours without my baby. I was in his bed, lying on
the duvet in just a pair of green silk boxers, looking fine if I did say
myself.
He walked in, saw
me, and sat at his desk with a sigh. I rolled my eyes, not moving, waiting to
see what he would do. It was best just to wait until he did something before I
made any decisions of my own. He opened his case and took out a stack of
papers. So that was how it was going to be.
I knew all this
man's weaknesses, sexual and otherwise. I could bend him to my will. Sometimes.
I stood up,
walking over to him slowly. When my hands settled on his shoulders, he tensed a
little and didn't relax. I dug my thumbs into the ever-present knots in his
shoulders, massaging. He shook me off coldly, correcting his exams.
"What the
hell?" I murmured.
"I have work
to do."
"Where were
you during lunch and dinner, then?"
"Sleeping,"
he replied.
This made me
frown greatly. He never slept well. Not even when he was his most fatigued. I curled
his hair behind his ears gently and then slipped my arms around his shoulders.
"What's wrong, Sev?"
"Nothing is
wrong."
His voice was
caustic so I soothed mine to make up for it. "It's not like you at all to
sleep during the day."
"I was
tired," he said simply, but it meant something much more.
I settled my face
against his, feeling the slight brush of stubble on his jaw. "Let me
correct those."
"No."
"You take a
bath and go to bed early today."
He moved his face
away from mine. "I have to correct these."
"No, you do
not." I was smart enough not to try and take them away from him. "No
teacher gets exams back at the next class. That's insane. Please, Severus,
please." It was very often I begged him, at least in normal conversation,
or said his full name. I held his shoulders, not constricting, just holding.
I could see his
eyes close for a few seconds as he sighed at me. "Damn you." His tone
betrayed his words. He wasn't angry. He sounded completely exhausted. "I
am used to tiredness. Why are you so concerned?"
"Because I
love you." It was the most convincing argument I could think of, and
usually meant something to him. I tightened my hold on him. "Let me take
care of you like I should."
"It's
because of you."
I smiled lightly,
because that was his normal attitude. "Well, then, I shall just stop
having sex with you from now on." I stood and went into the bathroom,
turning on the bath. Warm water spilled into the large tub.
"You joke,
but that is the problem."
I couldn't stop
the laughter that overwhelmed me. "Well, you shouldn't have allowed
yourself to go so long without daily sexual encounters."
"I've never
had daily sexual encounters in my life. Even when I was a strapping young
male."
"I can't see
you as strapping."
He amended
humbly, "Perhaps not strapping." He was very insecure about his looks
and always had been from what he told me. It helped him to have me. I told him
he was beautiful daily. Someday he'd believe me. Maybe.
"Come
here," I said softly, standing the door to the bathroom. He looked at me
over his shoulders, eyes impassive. I raised my eyebrows briefly in question.
It was a look I usually reserved for students who weren't paying attention or
not listening to me.
He sighed deeply,
annoyed by the whole fuss I was making. But still, he stood, coming toward me
with infinite patience. When he reached me, I shed him of his robes, tossing
them away carelessly. He opened his mouth to complain but thought better of it
as I began to unbutton his shirt. I hated his clothing. They always presented
me with such puzzles. After the tiny buttons had all been undone, I slid the
white shirt off his shoulders, tossing it deftly away.
Next was his
belt, and I had to knelt down to finish disrobing him. I untied his shoes,
slipping them off and then added his socks to the pile. Finally, on my knees, I
unzipped his pants, sliding them past his hips to the floor. He looked down at
me, face blank, wondering about my next actions.
All I really
wanted to do was jerk down his underwear and work him over with my mouth. But
he was tired and looked it, and I knew he wasn't interested right now. I stood
up, kissing his cheek, before turning my attention back to the bath. It was
full now, and steaming. It needed something else, though. Time for me to prove
I had actually learned something from this relationship.
"Get in.
I'll be right back."
"Where are
you going?" he questioned faintly, not wanting to show his concern or
emotion.
I smiled
mysteriously and walked past him, kissing his shoulder as I went. "Just get
in." I left him without looking back, spelling the door closed just in
case someone got advantageous and tried to get in.
I went down the
hall and up a flight of stairs, taking a twisting yet familiar path to Severus'
laboratory here. I used the password I knew to get in and walked to the
potions' closet. Here was where he kept all of potipotions he had in stock. I
searched through them, looking for the right common name�the potions were
labelled with both common and scientific names and organized by the latter�and
consistency.
After a few
minutes, I found what I was looking for a plucked it off the shelf. Under any
other circumstances, he would have been pissed to find out I was taking one of
his potions without asking. But this was a special reason, and hopefully I
would be forgiven.
Back in our
bedroom, I found him in the tub like I commanded, body fully suspended in the
warm water. He didn't open hies aes as I entered. He might have been asleep. I
uncorked the pinkish potion in my hands and poured a few drops into his bath. I
managed to get the flask under the sink before his eyes opened. "Happy
now?" he murmured, voice smooth and even.
I sat next to him
on the floor, pushing his wet hair back from hice. ce. "Yes. You're going
to save those papers for another day."
"I
suppose," he grumbled.
"And you're
going to go to sleep early. And we're not going to have sex for a few�" I
trailed off. How many fews of anything could I last? Hours, if I had it my way.
He chuckled at this, turning his head toward me. "Days," I finished
experimentally. I could do a few days. Maybe. "I'm worried about
you."
"Don't,"
he commanded. Of course, I wasn't going to listen to his command. "I don't
like people worrying about me."
"Babe, you
slept during the day. You've never done that before."
"Too much
exercise," he supplied. "I'm not used to it. I've been struggling to
keep up for months now."
I smiled and
caressed his hair, which he allowed happily. "I didn't notice. I'm too
selfish. Will you forgive me?" I ran my index finger along his bottom lip.
He gave me a look, either about my actions, my words, or both. "I just
want you to be happy and healthy and safe."
"Yes,
well�" I could tell the potion was working. He couldn't even finish his
sentence or come up with a worthy insult. "What�?" He frowned
slightly. "Are you� poisoning me?"
I laughed and
kissed his forehead. "It's just that potion we used for Draco after his
father died. What was it called? Breath Easier."
"Breath Easy,"
he whispered. "Bastard." For a potions' master, he was usually so
adverse to using potions to help himself. I smiled and pulled back his hair,
kissing his neck.
"Do you want
me to correct your papers for you? Or will you leave it for another day?"
"No."
"Okay."
I didn't know which question he was saying no to, but I had been planning on
correcting them no matter what he said. "Do you want me to wash your
hair?"
"No."
I was already
reaching for the shampoo. "You need to be pampered, baby. Just
relax." I squeezed out a suitable amount of the vanilla-scented shampoo
and started working it into his hair. He didn't struggle at all. It wasn't the
potion's work at all. He loved having his hair touched. There were so many
falsehoods about my one-and-only in the world of Hogwarts.
After a few
minutessilesilence, I washed the soap from his hair with warm water. He slowly
opened his eyes, looking at me. "Charlie."
"Hi, babe.
Back in the real world?" The potion was fast-acting, but not long-lasting.
It would only serve to get someone through a particularly rough time, without
trapping them in their dreams.
"Bastard."
His voice lacked any conviction.
I laughed and
slid my hands into the water down his chest. They didn't go any farther than
his stomach though. It took control. "Time for you to go to bed."
"I have
to�"
"Sleep,
sleep, sleep. You're going to sleep. If you miss all your classes tomorrow, I
don't care. You must sleep, my love." He looked at me with one eye, the
other closed lightly. "Don't argue with me, Severus Maximilian Snape. I am
only doing what is best for you." I reached under him and loosened the
drain. The water level started to lower.
I stood and got a
big fluffy towel. Reluctantly, he stood up. I properly engulfed him in the
towel, hugging him in the process. "Do you know how much I love you?"
I murmured against his ear, trying to portray just one iota of swarming emotions
I had for him.
His face softened
greatly, the lowest mask he ever had, and only I ever saw it. I peered into his
eyes and knew he understood what I was trying to tell him. "Salazar, you
idiot," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. He was still wet, but I
didn't care at all. "I love you." My heart seized and swelled. I
couldn't tell if those words scared me anymore. When he first said them, I
didn't know if he was being mean or sarcastic. Every time after that, I thought
he was lying.
It was a horrible
feeling.
After a year, a
little over a year, I still got that little jump of fear in my chest. But I
believed him, because he kept saying it at the right times. "Sev?"
"What?"
I looked at him.
"Go and get in bed. I'll read you a story."
"Can we read
The Dark Arts and Me tonight, Daddy?" he grumbled, back to his
usual self. I laughed and patted his behind. "You are in serious need of
some professional help." He was towelling off slowly, taking his time.
"You're the
one who called me 'Daddy.'"

Thank you to
everyone who reviewed any of my stories. I have another part of this in the
works, but it needs tweaking. Keep checking for updates, I have another story
in the works as well. SS/RW. And it's NC-17, so you're going to have to write
in for that one. I'll be posting the R-edited version here, so you'll know when it's ready.

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