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Who's My Daddy?	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N:
Sorry, sorry, SORRY~!!!! XO So sorry that I haven't been
updating this story for so long. I've been going through all my fics and I realized that I still have more fics that haven't been finished and left hanging and
they've been left hanging longer than I left this fic
hanging. So I had to get those done first before I can continue with this fic peacefully. Alright, we�ve checked out Harry�s
flashback, so why don�t we check out the flashbacks of Harry�s clients now? You
got an idea who the potential daddies and clients be,
have you? If you haven�t, man, you gotta read on! You
don�t know what you�re missin� out, babe!

Note:
If any of the flashbacks sound OOC, this is just what I believe is going on in
their heads. I don't think their minds are exactly the same as what they
portray in their faces.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, but I do want to own Severus
Snape! Ngee hee hee~! >:)

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��
WHO�S MY DADDY?

�� Severus walked silently down the road with a package tucked
tightly under his armpit. He was slightly concerned that someone would see him
walking around with a package wrapped in black wrapping paper with white stars
for patterns and a silver ribbon to match. He would've just asked for a purely
black wrapping paper to wrap the thing he had bought but the shopkeeper
insisted that it was bad luck to bring something dark to visit someone who just
gave birth.

�� "Just
gave birth..." he muttered to himself. "Could
it be...? No...It's impossible...I couldn't have..."

�� -
Flashback begins -

�� Severus had been sitting in the bar for quite a
while now. He had decided to take a break from his potions and came to Hogsmeade to have a drink, since his own personal scotch
had almost run out. He had seen many people coming and going into the bar, and
he recognized some of those people, but none of them bothered to greet him. Not
that he cared. He had already created an impression to people that he was not
some guy you can simply approach and say hi. At a distance, he could hear the
customers fishing out gossips to each other.

�� �Hey,
guys! I tho' I saw 'em Blind Lover ev'ryone wuz talkin' about at da broomstick shop. He wuz
wearin' da shortest pants I
ev'r sees!� Sounds like a very thick Scottish
slang person, like Hagrid.

�� That�s
what he always wear when he�s in the business: nothing
less skimpy and sexy. I�ve seen him a dozen of times. You don�t have to mind
him.�

�� Ain�t he afraid that he mite git
a cold or somethin'?�

�� No way! With that money he�s gonna
get �servicing� people, I bet he can afford to pay for medicine of any kind of
ailments! I wouldn�t mind having a go on him myself!�

�� You�re
not gay!�

�� Yeah, I
know that, but it sure beats better than any kind of woman! I heard he�s got
the kicks way better than those streetside
girls in the Muggle world. And he does that all
blindfolded! Could you believe that? He�s the bomb, man! Terrific!�

�� Now what
are you young boys talking about, eh?�

�� Hey there, Greta! What can I get for you?�

�� Severus turned at the mention of that name and saw a lady
walking in with one of the important people from the Ministry of Magic. She
wore her hair short, with a few hair clips to hold back her fringe and was
wearing an expensive-looking robe, probably made out of rare dragon's hide. He
recognized that lady as Greta Glen, a small branch of the Potter family tree.
Since Harry received the Boy Who Lived status, anyone who had a bloodline with
the Potters were well-respected and quickly accepted into the group of the rich
and famous. Maybe that's the reason why that Ministry of Magic member was so
willing to be with her. Like him, he was known to be unapproachable. Maybe it's
for the glory of having a Potter-related girlfriend.

�� Potter. The named seared through his aching heart like a
huge dagger. It hurt to think that after all these years, this name would still
come back to haunt him. Wasn't it enough already that he had been humiliated
and scorned by James Potter and his gang both publicly and secretly? Wasn't it
enough that he had to go through everyday worrying what the next prank The
Marauders might pull on him? Wasn�t it enough that James Potter ruined his
dignity and pride by rescuing him from being eaten alive by Remus
Lupin? Wasn't it all enough already?

�� That
cursed Lupin! Curse him to die of a thousand deaths!
he thought. He�s supposed to be the school
prefect! He�s supposed to uphold the law and restore order in the school, and
yet he just left me alone to fend myself against that wretched Potter and that
horrid Black! If it weren�t for Evans, I would�ve been further humiliated than
ever!

�� Evans.
Lily Evans. The only decent person amongst The Marauders he had ever seen. He
would�ve felt grateful for Lily to occasionally watch his back, but he was too
proud to admit that she did anything for him. Lily was always the kind one. Why
couldn�t her son inherit that from him instead of that wretched rule-breaking
habit James always had? If it weren�t for Dumbledore always helping him and supporting
him�If it weren�t for the Ministry who had issued an order to give Harry Potter
full immunity (which means pretty much the permission to do whatever he likes),
no thanks to the orders from Dumbledore�If it weren�t for Dumbledore himself
who requested him to give personal attention and protection to Harry Potter due
to his vulnerability towards the Dark Lord�s attacks, he would�ve enjoyed the
idea of making Harry Potter�s life more miserable!

�� Finally,
he decided that he had enough drinks for one night. He was getting a bit
light-headed and he had to get back home to finish up with the homework-marking
and get some sleep. Although it might mean another nightmare of being almost
eaten by Lupin and Potter�s hand reaching out to pull
him or maybe the horrid incidents he had encountered while he was� under the Dark Lord as a child�He have had a
lot of those rather recently after the resurrection of the Dark Lord�

�� That
was when he saw Harry there, leaning on a wall of a closed broomstick shop with
a dark red blindfold on. He was wearing something rather skimpy�a transparent
red T-shirt and a pair of short jeans that only went all the way to a quarter
of his thigh. He could see that his body was going pale with cold by the autumn
wind, and he had only a robe to cover himself, but he didn�t seem to shiver one
single bit. His scar was gone�obviously done by a concealment spell�but it
didn�t hide the unkempt look of his hair.

�� So
this is the famous Blind Lover many people was talking
about, he thought, remembering the conversation he heard in the bar. I�ve
got you now, Potter! You are going to be in big trouble! Let�s see if you can
keep your immunity when Dumbledore hears about your little 'business' here!

�� He was
feeling very truimphant as he walked towards Harry
who didn�t see him coming. He began to imagine himself pulling the blindfold
off Harry and give him the shock of his life. Then he imagined himself dragging
Harry all the way back to Hogwarts and show Dumbledore and the rest of the
school his shameful act. Then Dumbledore may be forced to take serious action,
maybe even expell him from school and break his wand.
Then he would be free from Potter and continue his life in Hogwarts in piece.
He was about to reach out his hand for the blindfold and pull it off when�

�� �Are
you looking for a little excitement tonight, sir?�

�� Severus shrank back a little. Has he been found? Did Harry
know he was there?

�� Whoever
you are, sir, I felt your presence. Nobody touches my blindfold but me. That�s
the rule of my service.�

�� He
sounds proud and arrogant. Just like his father.

�� Well?
Are you here because of a little excitement or what?�

�� He�s
not here for excitement! He�s here to bust him and take him out of Hogwarts!
He�s going to rid Potter out of his life once and for all and this was his
chance! He shouldn�t back away from him now! Now is his chance!

�� �Perhaps. What may be your price, young man?�

�� What am I
doing?! Severus thought, horrified at his sudden
action. I should be busting him for body-selling and underaged
sexual display! I�m not supposed to play along with him!

�� Well,
that depends on how well I satisfy you and how good you make me feel. It�s a
give-and-take business, you know.�

�� How dare
he?! Severus cursed inwardly. The nerve
of him! I would personally crucify him and curse him with the 3 Unforgivable Curse if he weren�t given immunity!

�� Severus�s pride was hurt. Hurt exactly the same way he was
hurt by James Potter, the leader of The Marauders. Harry had the exact same
spunk his father had and it was as if history was repeating itself again
through in the image of his son. He knew that the booze he just drank was
beginning to get into his head but he didn�t care now, not after hearing the
tone from Harry. He wasn�t going to let him get away with it! So what if his
father had saved him and left him an obligation to look out for him? He was
going to pay very dearly! The sins of the father must be paid with the blood of
the son!

�� �We
shall see about that, young man,� Severus
replied as he took Harry�s hand.

�� With
that, Severus dragged Harry away from the broomstick
shop. But surprsingly he didn�t take him towards the
direction of Hogwarts, but towards the direction of a small inn. It was quite
old and respectable for its history, but it was also a much
known place for couples and lovers to spend the night there and get a little
bit �naughty�. Severus walked over towards the
innkeeper and asked for the price of a one night�s stay. The innkeeper took a
look at Harry and grinned, as if he knew him already.

�� �That
will be 12 Sickles, please,� the innkeeper replied, then lowered his voice
and said, �You�re gonna have a blast with this
Blind Lover here.�

�� Severus cursed inwardly again. Why is it that no
matter what Harry did, he always gets the best compliments? Never mind some of
the bad comments he received in the past after being deemed crazy for his
stories on Voldemort�s ressurrection,
but this is ridiculous!

�� As
soon as he got into the room, he pushed Harry onto the bed. Harry didn�t
complain. It seemed as if he was used to this kind of treatment. Why wouldn�t
he? He was the Boy Who Lived, loved by everyone even if he�s a stinking whore!
He joined him on the bed and pushed him up higher by his armpits. Steadily, he
removed the robe and the rest of the clothings Harry
had on him. He was surprised to see Harry fairer than he had thought him to be.
He thought all his misadventures and his participation in Quidditch
would�ve given him a decent tan, not to mention the Triwizard
Competition back in his 4^th year, but with such fair complexion? He
must�ve looked like someone who never saw the sun! Then he saw the scars. It
was everywhere. Some seemed like it was quite recent, and some looked about a
few years old. He could've sustained all those injuries both before and after
his Voldemort adventures. How long has he kept this
hidden? Surely his best friends Granger and Weasley
know about this. But Harry wouldn't be stupid enough to show his friends the
other wounds he received from his 'line of work',
would he?

�� But
there was no time for him to think about why was he in such a state. He was
here to teach Harry a severe lesson on what is the punishment of humiliating a
teacher. He removed his clothing that he had carefully selected to hide all the
scars he sustained during his younger years in service with the Dark Lord. He
was slightly grateful for the blindfold Harry had, or else he would both be
worse off by Harry knowing who he was and the scars he kept so well hidden even
from Dumbledore. As he laid his hands on Harry's wrists to set him down, the
boy flinched.

�� "What
is it, young man?"

�� "Your
hands...So cold..."

�� "My
body temperature is none of your concern, young man. Be still."

�� Harry
consented and laid back. Severus reached his fingers
and dug through Harry's mouth. He let his fingers travel around the boy's wet
tongue as his other free hand came to caress his body. It felt rather smooth to
the touch, almost as soft as a baby's skin. He heard the boy's breath hitched
as his hand touch his navel. The stairway to heaven.
That's what the young ones call it. Severus smirked
to himself realizing that he had found Harry's sensitive spot. He let his index
finger fiddle around with the inside of the navel and he could hear Harry's
muffled moan and warm breath on his fingers where he had them in his mouth. He
drew out his wet fingers and, while still caressing his navel with his free
hand, reached over and began entering Harry with them.

�� "Oh...God...Feels...so
good..."

�� Harry
let out a satisfied moan filled with lust. His face and his glazed eyes seemed
rather exhilarated with the feeling of Severus in
him. Severus switched from 2 fingers to 3, thrusting
harder. Harry moaned again, louder than before. He could feel him going wet.
How used to this was he? Was he faking it? Was he really enjoying it? After
all, he had been doing this for a long time. It made him feel almost as if he
was being used or something for this little young whore.

�� After
seeing that Harry looked like he wanted something more than just being given a
hand-job, Severus finally replaced his finger with
himself. He held his wrist down and went in. Harry moaned,
his face flushed. Severus frowned a little.
Harry looked so much like his father. Aside from the eyes, he was the exact
replica of James Potter. Looking at him made him feel like he was looking at
his archenemy coming back to life to haunt him. His anger boiled as he
continued to thrust into him, venting out everything he hated about James. Why
did he want to rescue him? Why did he rescue him if he knew that he was going
to end up taunting him again? If he and his gang hated him so much, why didn�t
he just leave a tortured DeathEater soul like him be
clawed and slashed away by Lupin and end his misery
there and then? Why? WHY?

�� "Oh,
you animal you...!"

�� Harry's
loud groan brought him back to reality. He slowed down out of reflexes and
reached over to caress the boy's sweaty bare chest. He suddenly saw Harry in
such a different point of view. The Harry before him right now was not the
Harry he detested and loathed because of his likeness to James Potter, but the
Harry that just wanted to live his own life and wanted to be appreciated just
the way he is and not the way his title made him to be. He never asked to be
the Boy Who Lived. He never asked to survive the Dark Lord's curse. He never
wanted to be revered as someone important and to be
expected to live up to the title given to him. He just wanted to live the life
just like any other wizard away from the relatives he was so unfortunately
related to, yet that chance was taken away when Lestrange
killed Black. As much as he detested Black, he had to admit that if any wizard
who was suitable to take care of Harry Potter, he was the perfect candidate.

�� Yet he
couldn't help feeling dissatisfied about this whole fate. He knew that if Harry
hadn't existed, it would've at least saved him the trouble of having to feel
another extension of pain and suffering from the Dark Lord. At least if Harry
died during Voldemort's raid into the Potter family,
he would've been killed too for being a double agent sooner than having to risk
his life trying to hide his double agent identity and protect someone he never
wanted to have anything to do with. That wretched Potter has everything way
too easy, yet I have to suffer the most, he thought. We all have to
suffer because of your existence, Harry! Do you know how much I detest you?!

�� As he
continued to increase his thrusting, he began thinking more about his pain than
what he might inflict on Harry. 'I want to be rid of this mark! I want to
be free from the Dark Lord�s grasp! As long as Voldemort's
alive, I will never be free! This mark will stay on my hand and I will be
marked as a Death Eater for life! I want to be free from his tyranny! I want to
live a normal life, teaching you dunderheads all I can offer! My life is
nothing with this hideous mark on me, you understand that?!'

�� Suddenly
a smooth touch over his hair woke him up again. He felt Harry's fingers
stroking his cheeks as if trying to console him and ease him of the pain he was
feeling inside. His slow, elaborate panting revealed his smooth lips. When he
felt the boy's fingers closing in towards his nose, he took it away. He was
lucky enough that he had took a bath and washed his hair before he came to Hogsmeade, but he knew his nose was a dead giveaway. He
didn't want him to find out that it was him. He didn't want him to find out
that the professor whom they both had a mutual distaste was actually shagging
him. It would be too much of a blow for a boy who just wanted to get by his
life without anymore troubles in his mind.

�� "What's the matter...baby? You...want to...stop here?"

�� Severus didn't reply. He reached over, took
Harry's face in his hands and kissed Harry deeply. As he fondled his tongue
with his, he began to taste the sweetness he had never expected to come out
from a young boy like him. Whatever he had for dinner, he sure enjoyed his
dessert--he tastes of strawberry and whipped cream. Romantic.
He tasted him some more. He continued to taste and fondle his bare skin as he
thrust in an elaborate pace. Harry moaned between kisses. He slowly advanced to
kissing his cheeks and neck and then on the chest.

�� "Oh...yes...Do
it to me...Fuck me...harder..."

�� Severus did. He thrust harder and Harry moaned louder.
He raised the boy's thighs higher and entered deeper into him. Harry almost
yelled out all sorts of dirty names Severus never
thought he knew how to say it and he saw him tugged at the bed sheets. Harry
must have tied the blindfold well or must've hexed it, because it didn't move
anywhere or show any signs of coming off throughout this entire shagging. He
was tempted to reach over and take it off but he was still adamant about
keeping his own identity secret. He continued to thrust and kiss Harry like he
had never done before. Actually he had never done it before. He was usually
subjected to object of sexual satisfaction for the Dark Lord during his younger
days. Never had he thought that he would be the one dominating, and towards the
Boy Who Lived for the fact. He almost had the thought that probably he was committing
pedophile. Yet he was consenting, so it can't be considered pedophile...

�� Finally
Severus let out a satisfied moan. His seed was
finally inside the boy. He let out a loud exhale and
collapsed slowly beside the boy. He mustered whatever strength he had left and
lay his hand over the blindfold, just in case he attempts to take it off and
peek to see who his client is for the night. Harry's hand touched his wrist.

�� "Please..."
Harry panted tiredly. "Don't take it off..."

�� "I
will not take it off. I just want to keep your eyes closed, that's all."

�� "Why?"

�� "Just
because..."

�� Severus must have slept for about an hour or so,
because when he opened his eyes, he wasn't so light-headed anymore. The booze
has lifted itself from him. He turned around and saw Harry sleeping next to him
with his blindfold still on. After much thought, he finally remembered what he
had done. He couldn't believe he actually spent the night and had sex with his
archenemy's son. He stared long and hard at the boy who had lost all his
boyhood within a day after his personal encounter with Lord Voldemort.
It must have felt very hard and painful to find out that the only person who
can destroy the Dark Lord was yourself�no one else�and you had to bear all the
burden, including the fact that people are going to look down at you and the
ones that you loved are going to die because of your destiny, your wretched
fate for the rest of your life. This boy had just nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And no way to prevent any of what might
come to him.

�� After
he slowly got off and dressed, he put a pouch filled with a mixture of Sickles
and Galleons and leaned over to kiss Harry's forehead. Before he left, he took
one last look at the sleeping boy and let out a small smile.

�� 'I
think I understand why are you doing this now,
Potter.'

�� -Flashback
ends-

�� "Hey, Prof. Snape!"

�� Severus broke out of his musings when he heard the shout of
a teenager. He spun round and saw a group of people he both have seen all his
life and have not seen for a while. There was Dumbledore and Lupin. And then there's Granger and Weasley,
and also Draco Malfoy. What
were they doing here coming towards the entrance of the hospital? And most
importantly, why were they all clad with gifts, especially Lupin?
The wrapping he had didn't seem to come cheap.

�� "Good
day, Severus," Dumbledore grinned his normal
grin. "I assumed that you've heard the news about Harry's child."

�� "Yes,
Headmaster," Severus replied. "It has been
a while since we heard from that Potter boy. I wonder how Rita Skeeter got the news earlier than we do."

�� "Those
darn reporters always get ahead of things and exaggerate loads in the
papers," Hermione groaned. "Especially when the
reporter is Rita Skeeter. I heard she had
connections with the people in St. Mungo. They
must've ratted to her when they saw Harry coming in with a pregnant
belly."

�� "I'm
surely interested in who's the lucky man who gave him his bundle of joy,"
Dumbledore said with glee. "I want to hear everything that he had done
since the day he disappeared after graduation."

�� Severus felt uneasy despite his cold face. He sure didn't
want to be linked to a child that he never intended to create. He didn't want
anyone to know about this. He was the Potions Master, for crying out loud! What
impression would it give if the child was ever linked to him? Yet, the thought
of having a child did intrigue him. The thought of fatherhood sounded rather
tempting. Given that he had a rather bad childhood, obviously he didn't want
his future next of kin to experience the same. He secretly wanted his offspring
to receive the best love he could ever offer, or maybe even spoil them if he
had to. Yet deep down inside, he prayed hard not to happen. He was still not
ready for all this.

�� "Hello,
dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please," Dumbledore
said when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big
bear hug.

�� "I'm
just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward."

�� Yet
everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window
with its curtains blowing in the wind.

A/N:
Uh-oh! Where's Harry gone to? Not telling! Not yet, that is. You gotta know about Harry's other clients first! Reviews plz! ;p
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