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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21281 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 29 - A Pregnancy is Announced

Harry returned to the Ministry on January 17^th, an ache between his buttocks that he had been only too happy to earn, legs spread as Severus possessed him over and over again. Now though, he rather regretted their enthusiastic coupling the previous night, as he knew he would do poorly on any physical test. Still, he knew he'd rather ache and have Snape than ache and not have him.

Neville greeted him with a merry, “Happy New Year!” and proceeded to tell Harry all about his Christmas break. When asked if he'd had a good holiday, Harry could only nod, feeling the secret happiness he felt with his new relationship bursting out of him.

Ron arrived and slumped into a chair. He looked worn out.

“You okay?” Neville asked.

Shrugging, Ron didn't answer. He was looking around him. The other four trainees were all sitting in chairs on the front row of the hall, like he was, all expectant nerves. He rubbed his nose as he nodded at the other four, missing Hermione now that she had gone back to Hogwarts after the Christmas break. It had been an odd sort of holiday – he had been thrilled to have his fiancé back with him, and she had clearly missed him too, but there had been tension in the family, which had all come bubbling to a head on New Years Eve when Ginny had refused a glass of champagne and unhappily admitted why.

He said, not looking at Harry, “Ginny's pregnant.”

“Oh? Oh!” Harry looked bemused. “Congratulations! Who's the father?”

Ron scowled. “No fucking idea. Neither has Ginny. She said it could be two guys.”

“Oh.” Harry remembered George's words before Christmas, that he had been concerned about Ginny's 'serial dating' habits.

“Is she keeping it?”

“Course she is!” Ron looked horrified at the very idea.

Harry held his hands up, “Sorry. Just, I know she was keen to join the Holyhead Harpies at one point, and this is going to interfere with that, right?”

“Yeah, well, she's thinking about journalism at the moment. You know, more high-tone than Rita Skeeter's usual rubbish.”

“I hope she's okay,” Harry said, and meant it. Part of him felt again that loss that he would never have children, not with the partner he had chosen. And, if he had been with Ginny, that child could have been his. But, he had compensations that made him glad he was in the relationship he was, and not with Ginny.

Ron rubbed his forehead. “I've got such a headache. Mum's been going mental, blaming anyone she can rather than being honest that Ginny got herself into this mess. She is also demanding to know who might be the father so she can get Ginny nicely married before the kid comes along.”

“I can't see Ginny going along meekly with that,” Harry offered.

“Yeah, she didn't. She blew up at Mum and told her to mind her own business, and she didn't want to marry anyway.”

Saying nothing, Harry merely considered how much his ex-girlfriend had changed. They had broken up chiefly because he hadn't wanted to marry and she had. He, now, suddenly realised that he did want to marry, just not her. He smiled as he wondered how Snape would react if he ever asked the older wizard to marry him. Not that such a thing was even possible. Still, he might try it, he decided, one day when Severus was being impossible.

About to speak, Ron stopped because their two trainers had come into the room. From then on, they had to push Ginny's problems to the back of their minds and focus on getting through the day.

Harry went to his own home after training. He sat down and wrote a letter, trying to find a way to say what he wanted without coming across as patronising or gloating.

Dear Ginny,

Ron has told me your news. Congratulations! I hope that everything goes well in the pregnancy and that you and the baby are healthy and happy.

I know things haven't been easy between us, but I do still want you to be well. So, if there is anything I can do to help you, do please ask. I might not be able to help, but if I can, I will.

Take good care of yourself,

Harry

Although short, the letter had taken him nearly thirty minutes as he had kept having to erase sentences and words that he thought might have been misinterpreted. Now he called Trouble and fastened the letter to his leg and sent the bird off. That done, he went to his bedroom and grabbed some clean clothes before heading to Snape's.

Severus was mixing a potion in the laboratory he had attached to the back of the house, so Harry settled into a chair and ruminated on the day's lecture – they had been exploring the finer points of disguise, a topic Harry had found interesting, even though it made him think of Tonks and feel that loss again.

A quiet step told him Snape had arrived and he tilted his head back for a kiss. It started to get away from them, so Severus pulled free and sat in the other chair.

“Good day?”

Harry recounted the news about Ginny and what he had written to her. To his surprise, Snape didn't seem too impressed.

“You wrote to her and offered help?”

“Yes,”
“And you didn't think to run this by me first?”

Angry that he was being made to feel like a naughty schoolboy, Harry's temper flared, “I don't need your permission to write to an ex, do I?”

Severus sighed, irritated. “No, you idiot, you don't. But we are in a relationship now, as you never seem to stop telling me, and that means that what affects one of us affects both potentially. What if she asks you to be Godfather? Or be present at the birth? Or, God forbid, marry her to cover up the mess?” His dark eyes bored into Harry's worried ones, “Do you not see that it impacts on us both?”

Harry swallowed. “I – I'm sorry. I didn't think about any of that. She – she wouldn't ask me to marry her, would she?” he turned horrified eyes on his partner. “No,” he tried to reassure himself, “no, she wouldn't.”

Snape merely raised and eyebrow, not even needing to verbalise his scepticism.

Unable to sit peacefully any more, Harry got up and strode about the room. “Well, if she asks that, I'll just have to say I can't, won't I?”

“What reason could you possibly give to refuse? She knows that you are single. Well, she thinks that she knows that.”

“B - but, I don't want to marry her. She knows that. And she thinks I'm gay...”

“And she happens to be correct,” Snape observed dryly.

“...so why would she expect me to marry her?” Harry's voice was near a shriek now. He turned panic-stricken eyes to Snape, “Help!”

Severus gave a lop-sided smile, but rose and pulled the younger wizard into his arms. “One, we don't know that she is going to ask any such stupid thing, and two, should she, you merely tell her part of the truth and say you are involved with someone else.”

“Who I can never marry,” Harry said, muffled against the black cloak, “who can never have children with me,” he added, bitter tears beginning to roll down his face.

There was stillness as Snape considered what was not being said. Finally he stroked one hand down Harry's back. “Just because we cannot formally tell the world of our relationship does not mean we are not valid or to be ignored. And as for children, perhaps one day things will change and we will be able to, somehow, have offspring.”

Harry snuffled and Severus, never a big fan of emotional scenes added, “But I will never wear a wedding dress!”

Laughing, Harry pulled back so that he could see Snape's face. “I am sorry, you know,” he said, “that I didn't think about telling you. I guess we still need to work on this relationship stuff?”

“I have the feeling,” Severus said seriously, “that we will need to work on this 'relationship stuff' – as you so elegantly put it – up until the day we die.” He hugged Harry closer, disliking even the notion that his idiotic young man might one day just leave the world, “and as for not telling me, I'm sure I can think of a way for you to prove your repentance.”

Harry's green eyes shone and he dropped easily to his knees and drew out the thick shaft that had brought him so much pleasure already. It was no hardship to him to kiss the hot length, nor to lick his tongue over the throbbing vein and onto the heated skin covering the dangling testicles, nor to fit his lips around the shiny head and taste the fluid already gathering there.

Snape looked down as his dick vanished again and again into Harry's mouth and wondered what the hell he had ever done right in his life to deserve this. His entire body ached with the need Harry was so good at building in him – not that it took much to feel desire for his younger partner; usually just seeing him was enough to make him throb – and he had to press his lips tightly together to keep his moans quiet. One thing he did allow himself was twining one hand into the hair and gripping tightly, fingers clenching and releasing as his body wound tighter and tighter.

“Harry!” he almost snarled as his cock was tormented and left on the edge. The trainee Auror accepted the rebuke and sucked – hard – on the thick prick.

Severus cried out, hips slamming forward as he spilled eagerly into the hot warm cavern of Harry's mouth.

After he shuddered as he was licked clean and Harry nestled against his thighs, eyes looking up innocently at him.

“Apology accepted?” Harry asked, a little smugly.

Snape knelt and kissed Harry, tasting the bitterness in the mouth and knowing that was himself. Somehow that, contrasting with the hot sweetness of Harry's own flavour, drove him to new arousal, and he pulled Harry under him, desperate to claim the younger man's body yet again.

Harry spread his legs and kissed back, hips rocking up so that his trouser-covered cock could rub against Severus' hardened shaft.

Lying on the rug after, Harry wondered if they'd ever get past this stage of seeing one another and wanting to fuck. He really hoped not as he had developed quite a taste for being split open on Snape's cock, and adored being thumped into, knowing he was being possessed by the only man he had ever wanted.

Severus was gasping against him, mind still re-booting. It made Harry ridiculously happy to know that Snape was as affected by their coupling as he himself. But, as wonderful as it had been, he felt a nagging doubt. What was bothering him?

Snape groaned against him. “You're bloody thinking about Ginny again, aren't you?” he questioned.

Harry was horrified. “How did you know?”

“You went limp.”

“Oh.” He flushed. Merlin, what a mistake it would have been for him to marry Ginny! “Yes. Severus, do you really think she'll want me to make an honest woman of her?”

Snape groaned, annoyed that after discussing this, a blow job, and sex, he was back to thinking about the wretched woman. “I would hope that, even if she does do so, she would not expect a true marriage. It would be a marriage in name only that she could propose as I have absolutely no intention of giving up my rights to your body.”

Kissing the shoulder above him, Harry smiled. Severus rarely let his emotions leak out, but sometimes what he said clearly hid something more passionate. “Even if she did want that, even in name only, I'd tell her no. I like the notion of being yours, even if only we know, more than the idea of everyone thinking I was hers.”

“Good.” Severus kissed him slowly before getting up and looking for the clothes that Harry had tugged off in his haste to get laid. “Now, tell me about the rest of your day.”

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