Rating: ADULT, NC-17, MATURE
Warnings: written with no regard to HBP, D/s, violence, rimming, mpreg.
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This is a sequel to the story "Indago". If you haven't read that, you will be mightily confused while reading this.
Betaed by kitsune Thank you so much!
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven
kitsune was kind enough to do a read through on this chapter and point out some glaring mistakes. All other mistakes are entirely my own.
“Good morning, Sev. Coffee?”
Snape dusted a bit of soot off his robes and looked to where Draco was leaning in the sitting room doorway.
“Yes,” he replied. “Have my things arrived?”
Draco nodded. “They have been put in your room. I’ll show it to you later. Have you had breakfast?” Draco motioned for Snape to follow him into the dining room.
“No. I was quite happy to miss that this morning. I am sure that Dumbledore would have made a tedious speech to the student body about my leave-taking.”
“And how did you arrange your leave-taking?” Draco asked as he and the older man filled their plates from the sideboard. “Or had you arranged it before last night?”
“I had mentioned the possibility, yes. The Headmaster will be taking over my lessons while I am away. I shudder to think how many candy wrappers I shall have to remove from the classroom.”
Draco chuckled as he sat down and sipped on his cup of coffee. “Of course, the old man would do anything for his precious Golden Boy.”
“I would not be so quick to judge, Draco, as you and he seem to now occupy the same boat,” Snape drawled and forked a bite of eggs into his mouth. Draco grimaced and set his cup down.
“Yes, but I try to keep Harry alive, while he only wishes to use him.”
“Do not be so pessimistic. We all did what we had to do during the war. Dumbledore and Harry were no different. Harry understood this.” Snape set down his fork. “And where is the Golden Boy this morning. He is far too underweight to be skipping meals.”
“The Golden Boy is a bit red this morning and is refusing to come out,” Draco said with a smirk. “He awoke and begged me to tell him that yesterday was a nightmare. I was quite happy to tell him that it was not. Apparently I had missed quite a bit of the scene in the Ministry lobby. Quiet little Harry became a raging diva and actually threatened to call for my father to get his way in to see me.”
Snape looked blank for a moment. “Are there any recordings of this event?”
“I’m having them sent here as we speak,” Draco said with a nasty smile then sipped from his cup again. “I certainly could not miss the opportunity to see Harry throwing a fit and calling for my father, now could I?”
“It would have been a crime of tremendous proportion. It will also help in my research, of course,” Snape drawled.
“Of course.” Draco looked up as an owl brought in the mail and newspaper delivery. Quickly scanning the headlines, he saw with satisfaction that his statement had been published and the media was running with it. His father had also added his own sentiments of concern and empathy. The press had Harry as a victim of raging hormones and many well wishes were being expressed for his current condition.
A sound at the door had him looking up and seeing his extremely embarrassed husband slink into the room and quietly sit at the table next to Draco and as far away from Snape as possible.
“Good of you to join us. But you haven’t welcomed our guest. That’s very rude.” Draco smirked and watched Harry expectantly. He frowned when he noticed Harry was not embarrassed any more but was pale and seemed to be trembling. The scent of fear began to fill the room.
“What is it?” Draco leaned towards the still silent man. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing,” Harry murmured. “I’m sorry that I was late coming down.”
“Don’t tell me nothing!” Draco couldn’t help but get angry as his sub’s fear began beating at him. “What has you so frightened?”
“Harry, how much do you remember after the Ministry incident?” Snape asked quietly. Harry’s head ducked lower and his breathing became rapid. Draco stood up.
“Did something happen to you on the way to Hogwarts? What? Who touched you?”
“I did.” Snape watched from his side of the table. “That is what has him afraid, isn’t it, Mr. Potter?”
A pale hand grasped at Draco’s clenched fist and wide green eyes looked up at him through tousled hair. “I’m so sorry, Draco. Please, I didn’t know what I was doing. I-I wouldn’t ever want that. Please…” Harry’s head fell forward and he slipped from the chair until he was kneeling at Draco’s feet. Draco looked down in confusion as his husband began asking for forgiveness by showing his submission to him.
“I don’t think Harry remembers what exactly happened yesterday when he came to me. Although I imagine he recalls the removal of clothing.” The hands on Draco’s thighs tightened and Harry’s shoulders hunched as if preparing for a blow.
“Wait,” Draco looked down at his husband again. “You think you slept with Sev?”
“I’m so sorry…” Harry whispered as he kept his cheek pressed against Draco’s leg.
“Idiot!” Grasping Harry underneath the arms, Draco hauled him back into his chair and then leaned over him to stare into those green eyes. “You didn’t sleep with Snape,” he said firmly then glanced to the older man.
“Mr. Potter, I assure you nothing of a carnal nature occurred between us. You are free of the sin of adultery.”
Harry glanced at Snape and then back up at Draco. “I-I didn’t? Then you’re not angry?” Harry murmured.
“Gods! Of course I’m not angry? What did you expect me to do? Lock you out of the house?”
“I think he may have believed you’d have tipped him down a flight of stairs,” Snape said softly. Harry’s head immediately ducked back down again and Draco stood up straight as a rod. He carefully stepped back, drained the rest of his coffee and began walking away from the table.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said coldly, “I must be on my way.” A few moments later, the front door slammed shut and the crack of apparition could be heard just outside.
“Why did you say that?” Harry snapped, glaring across the table. “Why would you have brought that up?”
“I wouldn’t worry excessively, Mr. Potter. Draco is merely suffering from guilt.”
Harry stood up and glared down at the professor. “No, he’s suffering from rage! And from having a nasty houseguest! I thought you high-class wannabes always knew how to be perfect guests! I guess you missed that make up class, eh, Snape?”
The potions master rose to his feet and merely looked across the table. Harry realized what he had just said and how obnoxious he had just been. How dare he act that way to Snape? He slumped back into his chair.
“I-I’m sorry for what I just said, sir. Please, I don’t know why I said it but it was wrong and I promise I shall never say anything like that again,” Harry whispered, head down in submission.
Snape took a last sip of his coffee. “I do not mind that you sharpen your claws, Mr. Potter. Just realize who you are using for your scratching post.”
Harry looked up as the pheromone high dissipated. He pursed his lips together. “Why did you do that? Can’t come up with a come back anymore?”
“I believe I said it all just then. Now, show me to my room and we’ll attempt to be civil to each other, shall we?” Snape stood expectantly at the doorway. Harry huffed, got to his feet and brushed past the other man as he made his way to the brown room.
Flinging open the door he announced, “Your accommodations. Our house-elf’s name is Ably. Call for him if you need anything.”
Snape moved into the room and assessed it. It had two tall but narrow windows on either side of the large bed. The room was tastefully decorated in tones of beige, brown and green. A collection of trunks, already un-shrunk, stood ready to be unpacked near a large oak desk.
Harry moved into the room and sat on the bed uninvited. “So, what are you going to do, then?”
“I am going to unpack.” Snape moved to the desk and began looking through its drawers. It was perfectly stocked with parchment, quills, ink pots of different coloured inks and even a few missive tubes that he could use when owling short distances in inclement weather.
“Not right now,” Harry said grumpily. “I mean, what are you going to do while living here? Draco said you needed to do some research. Why did you come here, especially during a school year? I thought you did all your extracurricular research during the summer.”
“You’re being very unwelcoming, Mr. Potter.” Snape turned to face the lounging younger man. “But, as it seems Draco has left it to me to explain, I have research that is time sensitive. In point of fact, I am here to study you.”
Harry sat up straighter. “Me? What do you mean, me?”
“As in Mr. Harry Potter-Malfoy. I am here to record our race’s breeding cycle. And as you happen to be the only one of our race breeding, it would behoove me to study you,” he drawled.
“But… but what does that mean? Are you going to follow me around and collect samples of what I eat and such?” Harry asked with a confused face.
“It will not be so detailed. I am merely here to observe your behaviour and, hopefully, the birth.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “No. No, you can’t do that.”
“No, I assume that I won’t. From what I have gathered it is quite a secretive thing, the birth. But hope does spring eternal. However, I will be recording other things that are unknown and the side benefit is that my presence should negate any further loss of control on your part.”
Harry swallowed hard and glanced away to one of the windows. “I’m not a freak to be studied,” he said quietly.
“No, you are not, Mr. Potter. But you are experiencing an extremely rare occurrence. Many of the treatises and essays on Indago were destroyed or hidden. I hope to be able to recreate much of our lost history and information. I have been able to do much but our breeding ability is still a mystery.” Snape opened one of his trunks and began levitating things to their rightful places. Harry watched him do this for a moment before speaking again.
“You’ll just be here watching me?”
“I shall not be your stalker if that is what you are thinking.”
“No, but, did you want to know what… what I am thinking and feeling?” Harry asked quietly.
Snape paused and looked again at the younger man. “If you would care to give me that information, then yes, I would.” Harry nodded and looked down at his hands.
“Um, I’m scared. I- I don’t know what is going to happen. But I haven’t told Draco that. I’m not worried when he’s around. Only when I’m alone and left to think about it.” Harry said this in a voice that was low, as if he wanted to say it but didn’t want to be heard.
Snape surreptitiously pulled out his dicta-quill and set it going. “I understand it is very common for new parents to be nervous,” he said calmly as he reached for another book and placed it next to others on an empty bookshelf. “It is the fear of the unknown.”
“Yeah, but, I’m not even sure how exactly the baby is going to come out. I thought it would be cut out, but then I just knew that was wrong. Besides, I don’t suppose our predecessors had operating theatres in the wild, yeah?” Harry asked with a strained smile.
“Even with all of these questions and trepidation you proceeded with impregnation?”
Harry nodded. “I just knew it was time. I really wanted to do it and so I convinced Draco.”
Snape glanced over to make sure the dicta-quill was getting every word, then he quickly scratched out a few notes of his own. Harry looked over at him, noticed the magical quill hovering, waiting for more words, but didn’t seem to begrudge it. Instead he looked at Snape.
“Do you know what will happen? I mean, how the baby will be born?”
“I have my theories. Will you allow me to examine you so that I may see if I have deduced correctly?”
Harry looked down at his hands again. “Don’t you think Draco will be angry if you do?”
“I do not believe so. He knows my reasons for being here. Besides, if he has a problem he may address me about it,” Snape said smoothly. Harry smiled.
“I never told you, but you were wicked that day you both fought in the hall at Hogwarts. I didn’t know you had it in you, Snape.”
A black eyebrow winged upward. “It is not what we high-class wannabes generally do, but I suppose we are capable of violence as much as anyone else.”
Harry scrunched his face up at the reminder of his insult. Then he smiled ruefully and said, “You can examine me if you want.”
“Lie down on the bed then,” Snape said as he moved his notes and quill to the bedside table. He smoothly removed his outer robe and pulled the long sleeves of his shirt up, revealing strong forearms, strengthened by years of potion stirring, dusted with black hair. He waited as Harry swallowed nervously and lied down on the bed, pulling his feet up to rest on the blankets.
“I will be unbuttoning your shirt,” Snape explained as he began opening the straining buttons. “All through school you wore clothes much too large for you, now when you could put them to good use, you wear clothes that are obviously not capable of stretching. So will your need to be perverse be following you into your later years as well?”
Harry shrugged as he stared up at the ceiling. “I just don’t want to buy clothes that I won’t need in a couple of months.”
Mmm,” Snape hummed non-committally. The shirt parted and revealed Harry’s rounded abdomen. It seemed as if he had a bludger under his skin. Snape knew that he would only get bigger. He rubbed his hands together briefly, but Harry still jumped when the cold fingers touched his bared skin. Something else moved, as well, under the tight skin.
“Did you feel it?” Harry asked, looking down his body to the gently moving hands. He pulled one of the hands down and to the side of his rounded belly and, obligingly, the skin moved. “The baby is moving. It doesn’t do it very often, but when it does, it sure knows how to kick.”
“Indeed,” Snape murmured and left his hand where it was. Then he slid it a bit further up. A moment later the skin jumped under his palm again. Quickly he jotted down a few notes with his free hand, then repeated the experiment. Sure enough, the skin moved under his palm no matter where he put it on the abdomen.
“It’s following you,” Harry breathed in wonder.
“It would appear so. Does it do that with you?” Harry shook his head. “With Draco?”
“Don’t know. Draco’s been so busy that usually he only touches my stomach when we’re having-” Harry’s face reddened.
“No need to elaborate, Mr. Potter,” Snape drawled. He pulled away from the bulging abdomen. Frowning he turned his hand over and noticed a fine film of sweat. As he moved closer for a better look, he detected a faint scent. “Interesting,” he murmured and examined Harry’s skin closer. There was also a light film there, but only where Snape’s hand had been. But the scant fluid was definitely more pronounced on his hand. Quickly, he summoned his equipment from one of the trunks and placed a sample of the scented fluid in a container.
“What was that?”
Dark eyes looked to green. “Apparently, one of us is excreting a fluid. I would guess it would be me.”
“Do you do it often?” Harry asked with a grin. Snape gave him an annoyed look.
“I would theorize that it is not just touch that your body is craving but whatever was being excreted. It could be a nutrient your body cannot produce on its own. A check and balance system, perhaps?” Snape continued to mutter to himself and wrote down his own notes as the dicta-quill copied down his mumblings. “I will need to do a similar test with Draco.”
“Uh, Professor, what about how I’m supposed to give birth?”
Snape looked up from his parchment. “One thing at a time, Mr. Potter. This is why you consistently scored low on your essays regarding correct procedures.” Harry rolled his eyes and let his head flop back down to the pillow. After a few more minutes of incoherent mumbling from the dark man, he felt the hands return to his stomach. He lifted his head to watch.
“As I thought,” Snape told him. A slender finger slid a path from just under Harry’s belly button to the waistband of his trousers. “From readings I had done on Dagodines and the scant information I was able to find and translate, it appears that you will be using this.”
“Using what?” Harry asked, trying to see over his stomach. “What is it? Is something there?”
“A seam, if you will. It is a small line of indented flesh. Here.” Snape took one of Harry’s hands and traced the line with his finger.
Harry’s brows dropped in concentration. “I’ve felt that before, but I just thought it was a stretch mark or something.”
“No, you do not have stretch marks.” Snape said the words as if they were distasteful. “At the appropriate time, I assume that this will open.”
“Ugh.” Snape raised an eyebrow at that. Harry blushed but continued. “Well, I mean, the thing has to be at least six inches long. Isn’t that more of a gaping wound than a-a birth canal?”
“We shall have to wait and see, then, shan’t we?” Snape drawled, but Harry saw the slight smirk as the older man was obviously enjoying Harry’s discomfort. Funnily enough, Harry just couldn’t dredge up enough anger to blast him about it.
“I’m feeling very mellow,” he mentioned. Snape nodded and stepped over to the desk where he began fiddling with his fluid sample. Harry watched the dicta-quill still sitting near him for a few long moments. “I am Harry,” he said and watched it swirl into action. “I am having a baby.”
“Are you in fear of forgetting?” The question came from the other side of the room. Harry tilted his head to look at the potions master and smiled. Snape was busily at work, not looking at Harry on the bed. He reached out and snagged the older man’s robe from where he had put it on the arm of a chair not more than two feet from the bed then, pulling it over him like a blanket, Harry happily fell asleep.