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Christmas Surprise	By : bored137654 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Christmas Surprise
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Severus Snape sat up in his bed and, with a yawn stretching his lips wide, noticed his bed was empty and quite cold. He looked around in his beloved dungeon. The usually sparsely decorated place, his shelter from the crazy colourful world outside, was beyond recognition. The grey shelves were full of glitter, bells, gold, red, green and blue decorations, as was the rest of his room. Not to mention the mistletoes hanging above every door in his bedroom. All three of them. He did not look forward to see his classroom, nor the rest of his living quarters, judging by how his bedroom now looked.

That�s what one get for letting a Gryffindor into your sanctuary. Bloody lions and their ignorant way of wrecking havoc wherever they go. My poor precious, formerly grey, dungeon. If it can even be called a dungeon anymore� When I get my hands on that boy, he�ll regret ever-

A loud crash promptly aroused him from his thoughts. What was that boy up to now? Not sure if he really wanted to know, Severus hurried from his bed and ran out into his living room. He almost had a heart attack from all the colours assaulting his senses. He quickly realized the sound had not come from this room, but from his kitchen. He took one last glance at the big Christmas tree with candles and colourful decorations, the stockings hanging over the fireplace, the glittery things< everywhere and a bunch of stupid stuff he did not even want to notice.

He followed the trail of sparkly things to the kitchen, taking a deep breath before opening the door, and sending a glare towards the perpetrator. Shards from a broken glass and spilled water covered the floor. He raised an eyebrow at the culprit, a green eyed brat without a shirt, who was kneeling on the floor, said missing shirt in his hand. He was apparently trying to scrub up the water with his shirt.

�Couldn�t find a towel, Mister Potter?� Snape drawled, still with a glare on his face. Said obnoxious, not to mention ignorant, brat, imp, fool and clumsy boy always seemed to forget that he had magic.

�Accio Towel.�

The now grumpy Potion Professor held out the towel to the brat, as soon as it hit his fingers. The boy at least had the decency to blush sheepishly, before gratefully accepting the offered towel.

�Good morning, Sev.� Harry said nervously. Severus just huffed and charmed a pot to fill with water and for it to start making his favourite tea. Merlin only knew how much he needed that after such an awakening as he had just suffered through.

�I was trying to measure up water, but I couldn�t find anything to measure with, and� I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.� The boy still looked at him sheepishly, now nervously wringing his hands, the towel and shirt lying abandoned in the water.

Severus rolled his eyes and waved his wand, making the shirt move over to the hamper and the towel to continue to wipe up the water. The glass shards flew to the trash can. Harry looked nervously at him, but he chose to ignore him in favour of the tea pot, which called for his attention. He went forward and poured himself a cup of tea.

�I�m sorry, Sev, I-�

�Did not remember the fact that you have magic? Did not realize that just a flick of your wand would have sent tea and breakfast flying into the bedroom, enabling you to stay in bed and allowing me to not have to wake up to a cold bed and a crash?� He huffed. �Not to mention the fact that the horrendous things you call decorations could have been fixed in such a manner as well, although that would be waste of good magic. What on earth possessed you to transform this place into a sad clone of the Gryffindor common room?�

�I am not stupid! I fixed the place up with magic. Really, Love, I don�t see what�s so wrong about wanting to bring the spirit of Christmas into the grey and dull dungeon.� Harry crossed his arms, a defiant glare on his face.

�Don�t call me such stupid nick names, Potter. You are far from excused.�

�It�s just Christmas decorations, Sev.� Harry said exasperatly, dragging his hand through his hair impatiently.

�Just Christmas decorations, you say? I have a headache and it is because of your preposterous idea that we need glitter, a tree and lights to feel the spirit of Christmas, you ignorant brat!� Severus glared.

�Ignorant brat?! Excuse me for wanting to make our first Christmas as a married couple SPECIAL!�

Snape looked up at him, and was just about to give a sarcastic reply, but it died on his lips as he saw the look on Harry�s face. The way his lips quivered, tears glistening in his eyes�

He was just about to apologize, when the boy pushed passed him and ran out of their kitchen, then out of their living and into the halls, before he had a time to react properly. When he finally came to his senses, which was pretty fast, mind you, he ran after him. But the boy was nowhere to be found.

Severus sighed and walked back to his living room, sitting down on his couch and whispered for his cup of tea, which flew into his hand. He took a sip and tried to think of where his annoyingly beloved brat had gone.

After awhile, an embarrassingly long while, and a quick conversation with that house elf Dobby, who seemed to love his husband, he finally realized there really was just one place Harry would run off to. He raised himself from his chair and walked up to his fireplace, threw in the powder and away he was.

~O~

Harry had set his clock to wake him at dawn. Severus always woke around six in the morning, thus forcing Harry to go up as early as possible, if he wanted to have this done before the Potion Master woke. He groaned as he slowly slid out from said man�s arms and out of their bed.

Harry stretched, delightedly wincing when his ass burned from the previous night�s activities. He had tried to keep Severus up as long as possible last night, to tire him out and get him to sleep as long as possible. Was there ever a better distraction than sex? Definitely not one as fun, at the very least.

He looked back at the black haired man in the bed. He was tangled in the sheets, as usual. Severus was wild in bed, both when it came to the fun parts and his sleeping movements. Though somehow, despite all his twitching and turning, he always held onto Harry, never letting him go. Maybe it worked so well because Harry was twitching and turning just as much. There were some things not even time could change.

Harry yawned and looked at the space where his body had just been, feeling quite tempted to just snuggle back into those strong arms that always made him feel so secure. But, he had promised himself he�d do this. He was going to make their first Christmas as a married couple blissfully happy. And if Santa, real or not, fulfilled his wish, Harry knew that everything was going to be perfect. As of now, though, he was not quite that sure. He was feeling quite nervous.

Harry took a quick shower, pondering over what Severus would say. Would it make him happy or would he ask for what Harry would not ever want to hear? He hoped with his heart and soul that it would work out. After finishing his shower and having put on some clothes, he started decorating. He used as little glitter as possible, knowing Severus hated that, but it was Christmas after all. He hung mistletoes over every door, wanting to make sure everything turned out perfect, and then he decorated the tree Dobby had helped him get whilst he and Severus were sleeping, and when he was done, the place looked perfectly in the mood of Christmas.

There was a very special reason as to why he wanted this night to be perfect. He was nervous about that thing, but sure that if he could have their rooms, food and everything else as perfect as possible, it would be fine. At least it served to distract him for the moment.

We didn�t plan for it, but how bad can it be? I�ve wanted this for my entire life. If Sev can�t handle that, then I don�t know what to do� He has to want this. He does love me, doesn�t he? I need him in this with me all the way. I love him too much to loose him. But I�m not ready to sacrifice the other either� Hmm.

Harry, who had started making breakfast, was trying to measure up water into a pot. He hadn�t found anything good to use for measuring, as it was always Severus who made the tea, so he was using a glass. He had spilled a little water earlier, but had decided to wipe it up as soon as he was done with the breakfast.

One little incautious step in said water, had him slipping, the glass falling from his hand and crashing onto the floor, as he fell onto his butt. He groaned and rubbed his back. That was the last thing he needed to have on his sore arse. He decided to wipe up the water immediately, not wanting to fall again and maybe this time fall on something that would not be as tolerant as his butt. His hand cautiously landed on his abdomen and he sighed, a small smile gracing his lips. Everything would be fine.

He tried to look for a towel, but deciding he wanted to get the water up before Severus awoke, he removed his shirt and started scrubbing with it instead. A few minutes after that, said man came into the room, looking around, and then sending a glare in Harry�s direction.

�Couldn�t find a towel, Mister Potter?� Snape drawled.

Harry gulped. He was always in trouble when Severus called him by his former last name. Mind you, he had changed into Potter-Snape after his marriage to the Great Greasy Bat, the King of the Dungeons.

�Accio Towel.�

Harry blushed sheepishly, as he gratefully accepted the towel. He hadn�t thought to use magic; in fact, he was quite sure his wand still was on the nightstand beside their bed.

�Good morning, Sev.� Harry said nervously.

His husband just huffed at him, before ignoring him in favour of charming the pot with the right amount of water and shortly thereafter, it had begun making Severus favourite tea, Earl Grey. Harry had always been more of a Vanilla type of guy, but with a little honey, Earl Grey didn�t taste that bitter anymore.

�I was trying to measure up water, but I couldn�t find anything to measure with, and� I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.� Harry still felt a bit sheepish for forgetting his wand, and wringed his hands nervously. He couldn�t remember when he had risen from the floor, but the towel and the wet shirt were lying in the puddle, abandoned.

Harry saw Severus roll his eyes again and with a wave of his wand, the shirt moved over to the hamper and the towel continued to wipe up the water. Even the glass shards were taken care of, something Harry had not thought of. He looked nervously up at Severus, but the man ignored him in favour of the tea pot. He watched as Severus went forward and poured himself a cup of tea.

�I�m sorry, Sev, I-�

�Did not remember the fact that you have magic? Did not realize that just a flick of your wand would have sent tea and breakfast fly into the bedroom, enabling you to stay in bed and allowing me to not have to wake up to a cold bed and a crash?� Severus huffed at him again. �Not to mention the fact that the horrendous things you call decorations could have been fixed in such a manner as well, although that would be waste of good magic. What on earth possessed you to transform this place into a sad clone of the Gryffindor common room?�

�I am not stupid! I fixed the place up with magic.� Well, he hadn�t, but there was no need to tell Severus that he had went up bright and early to fix the place up for him. Because, as it seemed, that was not something he�d appreciate. All that work for nothing, then. �Really, Love, I don�t see what�s so wrong about wanting to bring the spirit of Christmas into the grey and dull dungeon.� Harry crossed his arms, a defiant glare on his face. That ungrateful bat.

�Don�t call me such stupid nick names, Potter. You are far from excused.�

�It�s just Christmas decorations, Sev.� Harry said exasperatly, dragging his hand through his hair impatiently. Here he had wanted to give them the perfect Christmas, but apparently, Severus was having none of it.

�Just Christmas decorations, you say? I have a headache and it is because of your preposterous idea that we need glitter, a tree and lights to feel the spirit of Christmas, you ignorant brat!� Severus glared.

�Ignorant brat?! Excuse me for wanting to make our first Christmas as a married couple SPECIAL!� Harry yelled, those words being what made the goblet overflow. He felt tears rising in his eyes and his bottom lip trembled. Bloody hormones.

When Severus finally looked up at him, he realized he could not take this. Not now. He turned on his heels, and ran out of their quarters. He had to get out of there. Knowing Severus didn�t need long to recover from shock, what with all of his years as a spy, Harry ran as fast as he could towards the Floo room that had been installed after the war. He grabbed some powder and, stepping into a fire, called out his destination.

~O~

Hermione was sitting quite peacefully in her favourite chair, reading a good book, one of those she referred to as light reading, but which made both Harry and Ron gasp at the sheer heaviness of it. But then, she wondered, how could a book of less than five thousand pages ever be considered anything but light reading? Lazy boys.

Although Harry was a bit better when it came to reading, more so than when he was a kid, at least, her husband was as hopeless as ever. The only books he read was about food, Quidditch or some childish texts that were far below a man of his age. Then again, at the age of twenty, her husband did not show a lot of maturity, except for when it came to family matters. There he was a lion. But every where else, well, he still had a lot of years to grow from the boy she first fell in love with to the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

Harry however, what with his childhood and the life and responsibilities he was thrust into, had never truly been allowed to be a child. He had matured far beyond his years, and alas, it was not all that surprising when he fell for an older man. Although, she could not deny the fact that they had all been very shocked when Harry had ventured home to the New Years Eve family dinner at the Burrows two years ago, leaning against Severus Snape, a nervous look on his face, as he told them that he was in love. He had not needed to be nervous though, as everyone had accepted it quickly, and whilst it had taken some quite a bit longer to get over the initial shock, it was clear to everyone that the men were very serious about each other.

And honestly, why wouldn�t they be? They had supported and saved each other through the war, developing a respect for the other. But after an incident, about which Harry was still very embarrassed to talk about, they had initiated a more sexual and romantic relationship. It was about a month before the final battle and, as far as she�d been told, a slightly drunk Harry had knocked on the Potion Master�s door and awoken Severus in the middle of the night, telling him that no matter what, he was going to get inside the Greasy Bat�s pants and heart before going off to what might be his doom. He had said he wanted to have one night at least with the man he loved and respected.

After his short speech, he had collapsed into the Severus Snape�s shocked arms, snoring loudly. The day after, Harry had awakened in the man�s bed, the other one having spent the night on the couch. Getting a hangover potion from a perplexed Potion Master, who after an embarrassing silence had asked Harry how much he remembered and how much he meant of that. Harry confessed his developing love for the man and after finding out his love was not unrequited, the details of the following afternoon and night were too private for Harry to have told her. Apparently though, what they say about big noses was true. Shockingly so.

Hermione giggled and put her book on the table beside her, grabbing a box of chocolate and started eating. She was currently six months pregnant, and whilst she would have wanted to wait for a few more years, she had graduated already and was quickly becoming a likely candidate for the position as Minister of Magic, within the next five years. It didn�t hurt that she had an Order of Merlin, First Class, after the war and was considered one of the greatest heroes of their time, Harry being pretty much the only one surpassing her, him being the one who defeated Voldemort. Not that it mattered. Her beloved friend avoided politics, unless he felt someone was being unfairly treated, upon which occasions he used his influence and did everything to make it right. Harry was a good man who deserved every good thing in the world.

She looked up when she heard the Floo flare to life, and saw said man stepping out of her fireplace. His eyes were red rimmed, his breath was uneven, as if he had been running, and he was trembling.

�Harry?� She asked him carefully, moving out of her chair and towards him. She wrapped her arms around him, letting him sob into her shoulder. After a few minutes, when his sobs seemed to have calmed a little bit, she moved back a little bit and stroked his bangs from his eyes, uncovering the slightly faded scar on his forehead. �What happened, Harry?�

�Sev and I� We fought. And I- I� Mione, I�m pregnant.� Harry started sobbing again. �I just want-ed t-o make Chr-istmas hap-py.�

�You�re pregnant?!� Hermione stared incredulously at him. For a man to become pregnant, well, that took quite a lot of magic, but more importantly, the parents had to love each other unconditionally. �That is wonderful news, Harry! Congratulations!� She beamed at him, but at his continued snivelling, she sighed. �Oh, Harry. It�s all going to work out in the end, I promise. Severus loves you very much, and he will love your baby unconditionally and you�ll both be amazing parents.� She stroked his hair soothingly. �What was the fight about?�

Harry told her about had happened, how he had wanted to surprise Severus with the perfect Christmas and how it had all crashed along with a glass. He had planned for an amazing day, mostly spent in bed with chocolate and strawberries. When he had woken that morning, he couldn�t wait to tell Severus about their baby growing within him, although he was quite nervous about his husband�s reaction. But it was all destroyed now.

�Hermione? Weasley? Anybody home?� A quite recognisable smooth voice called from the upper floor, most likely having just arrived into the Floo up there.

Hermione looked questioningly down at her best friend, silently asking him what he wanted her to do. But before the man had a chance to tell her anything, before either of them had the time to react, the door burst open and the Potion Master walked in, his black robes flowing around him. A question of whether they�d seen Harry died on his lips, as he saw said man look up at him with tear tracks running down his cheeks.

~O~

With a growl, Severus walked forwards, taking his husband into his arms and holding him there, so he could not run away again. Although he would never admit it, he had been so worried the hour Harry had been missing. He took a deep breath, breathing in his beloved�s scent. His senses caught the usual vanilla, mixed with a freshly cut grass smell, chocolate and something that was just Harry.

�Never, ever, run away like that again. No matter how stupid I am and no matter how much of a git I have been. Please, Harry. Promise me.� He held onto the sobbing man tightly, not wanting to let him go.

�Sev, I�� Harry began, but Severus interrupted him.

�I talked to Dobby. He told me you wanted to surprise me, and I was such a git. Whilst I do not really care much about Christmas, I care about you and I should not take out my frustrations on you. I am truly sorry.� He finished with a kiss on top of the mop of black hair.

�Sev, I� I do actually have something I need to tell you.� Harry could probably sense his feeling of dread, and hurriedly added, �No, it�s not a bad thing, at least I don�t think so� What I�m trying to say is that I�m-�

Just then, the Floo flared to life again, and out stepped Ron Weasley. The man looked shocked at the scene; his wife was standing with a box of chocolate in her hand, carefully watching Harry, who had tear tracks on his cheeks, and was being held by his husband.

�What is going on?� Ron asked. Hermione went forward, grabbed her husband by the arm, and dragged him out of the room, with a whispered promise of an explanation.

�You are what?� Severus asked carefully, rubbing Harry�s back soothingly, ignoring the interruption, as it had now left the room.

�Umm� You know how I�ve been feeling a bit sick as of late?� After receiving a nod for confirmation, and silencing the man�s tries to ask him if he was sick or something with a finger to his lips, Harry continued. �Well, I� I had no idea this was even a possibility, but now that I do, I am, I mean, I�m happy about it. Just nervous.�

�Harry. Please, tell me.� Severus urged, having silenced Harry�s previous rambling with a finger of his own pressed against the pouty red lips of his beautiful husband.

�I�m pregnant.� Harry finished, his eyes fixated on the floor. �That�s why I wanted to make a big deal about this Christmas, because I really wanted to celebrate this one in a special way, as we, well I at least, had gotten just what I always wanted - a family. I mean, I understand if you don�t want it, but I� I can�t get rid of it. Please, Sev, don�t ask me to choose, because I can�t.� Harry still looked at the floor, tears once again pooling in his eyes. Bloody hormones.

A child, his child, their child was growing inside of Harry�s belly. The thought amazed him, and his hands and fingers itched to be placed on the flat tummy, to see if he could feel it yet. But wait, where had Harry gotten the notion that he didn�t want it? The last pleading tone of his husband�s voice had woken him out of his daze. He grabbed Harry�s chin, lifting his head up.

�Harry, look at me.�

The boy slowly lifted his eyes, and Severus� heart almost broke at the site of the tears in those mesmerizing pools of emerald. He slowly wiped the tears away, and gave Harry�s lips a light kiss.

�I don�t know where you seem to have gotten the thought that this baby was unwanted, in any way, because it is truly a preposterous idea, Mister Potter.� Severus said in a mockery of his old superior Professor tone, kissing him softly again. �How much do you know about male pregnancies, Harry? Both parents must want it and love each other deeply. It isn�t just about the massive amount of magic, even if we do have that part covered.�

�You mean, you� You want this baby as much as I do?� Harry looked up at him disbelievingly, having been almost sure that he was going to be raising this baby on his own.

�I do. Oh, Harry, the thought of our baby growing inside of you� Just the thought makes my black heart swell.� Severus smiled, and was soon kissed deeply by his personal Golden boy, or, well, man.

�Let�s get you home, and I�ll show you just how happy I am about this.� Severus said a few minutes, or maybe a quarter, later, after a snogging session which had left the boy who lived breathless, hard and speechless. All he could do was nod, before he was swept up into his husband�s arms and they Flooed home, where Severus did indeed show Harry how happy he was. Seven times, nonetheless. Now, that was a Happy and Merry Christmas and Harry got exactly what he wanted; a family of his own. Maybe Santa did exist after all?

A/N: My delayed Christmas fic, as full of clich� as it is ;)

A belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all! :)

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