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.
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven
It was so warm here in the sunroom. Harry curled up as best he could in the wizarding world’s version of a Papasan chair. It took a bit of getting used to, but once you anticipated the chair moving with you, it was actually really comfortable. The sun came through the glass ceiling and warmed his skin and made him feel drowsy. That feeling was nothing new. Harry seemed to always be ready for a nap or just waking from one. Snape said it was what he was supposed to be doing and that his and Draco’s presence was allowing him to feel safe enough to do so. It still made Harry feel like a sloth, though. But he couldn’t complain much, since he hadn’t felt so content like this in a long time. Almost all of his fear about the baby was gone now and he no longer felt nervous or paranoid. He had to admit that, just maybe, having Snape here these past two weeks was a good thing.
An owl fluttered through the small door at the top of the room and perched on the back of his chair. Harry smiled as he recognised the bird. He gave it a pat as he sat up to read the letter.
I hope this letter finds you well and happy. I was more than excited when I saw Hedwig last week. How has it been since Snape has moved in? Still the same old grump or is he actually human behind closed doors? No wait, don’t tell me. It’s much more fun to imagine the curmudgeon skinning and stewing rats when no one is looking, than knowing that he has an annoying habit of hanging his socks up to dry on the shower rod.
Things are well here. Same old routine and all that. But, I have happily been shopping in all the stores I haven’t visited in, oh, twenty-five years or so. I have actually found the exact same stuffed goose that I got you just before you were born! I will need to hire at least three more owls to get this package to you by the time I am done gathering up my gifts!
I cannot wait to see you and the little one. I know we will have to wait until things settle down and Draco’s dander isn’t up, so we will plan for a few months after the baby is born and just a few days after the full moon when I’m at my weakest.
Be safe and healthy and don’t try to do more than you think you can! Just relax and enjoy the pampering. I know it may get boring but enjoy the idleness now for it will disappear soon!
All my love,
p.s. Don’t fight your instincts. Your body knows best now. Rest!”
Harry smiled at the postscript and held the letter close to his chest. The faint scent of his friend tickled his nose but fortunately did not set off any unwanted feelings.
Silently thanking the chair for helping him, Harry rose to his feet and padded back into the house proper. Reaching the staircase, he carefully climbed them, relying on instinct and memory to guide his feet. He wanted to see Snape and show him the letter. Well, maybe he would just tell him about the letter and paraphrase what Remus had said. Harry wouldn’t admit it, but he was actually grateful that Snape had moved in. It made the house not so lonely and he always had someone to talk to. Well, talk at, most of the time. Snape wasn’t the best conversationalist. But as long as Harry ignored most of the sharp words, it wasn’t too bad. It was better than becoming a raging loony in an empty house.
As Harry finally made it to the top step he caught a glance of his own bedroom. Draco had left early again this morning. Harry barely remembered seeing him leave. Biting his lip, Harry controlled the tears that wanted to leak out. Draco was busier and busier, saying that he wanted to get as much of the transfer paperwork out of the way before the baby arrived. He was at the Ministry from dawn to dusk and many more hours than that, preparing his end of things for his replacement and also learning all he could from his own predecessor in the Canadian office. Attempting to make a perfectly flawless switch. Harry had thought that he hated the Ministry before, but now he loathed it for taking his husband away from him.
Turning down the hall, he came to Snape’s room, looking for the comfort he knew he would get from being in the Supero’s presence. The sound of a shout had him pause before opening the door—Harry never knocked anymore and Snape never reprimanded him for it.
“No, I don’t understand! You’re just being selfish and I won’t stand for it!”
Harry frowned and leaned closer to the door. Did Snape have a visitor? The voice sounded familiar…
The low murmur of the Potions Master was followed by another shout. “Why should I? I already must wait for holiday breaks and summer. Now you have actually moved in? This is ridiculous and you will be moving out now!”
A crash was heard and Harry had the door open before he even realised his hand was on the doorknob.
The stupid fop was standing in the middle of Snape’s bedroom. He was trying to take Snape away!
“Stay at the door.”
Harry’s body reacted to the command before his brain realized he wasn’t ripping the other young man’s throat out. Snape had stood and was now standing between the two men, his eyes on Harry.
“Do not move from that doorway,” he commanded again.
“Yes, do be a good puppy, won’t you?” Logan sneered. Harry glared at the pretty man but stayed where he was.
“Logan, desist. You are behaving like a child,” Snape said in a low tone.
“No. I am acting like a tossed aside lover!” Logan turned his attention to the Potions Master. “This is completely too much! You will not leave me, Severus! Not for these two little boys!”
“Your dramatics are tiring,” Snape said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I have clearly explained what is occurring. Shall I draw a diagram?”
“This flimsy excuse for research, a child wouldn’t believe! You are telling me that you must reside in the same home as them? That is absurd! A simple questionnaire and weekly visit would suffice, I am sure.” Logan’s cheeks were flushed with emotion and his entire body radiated anger and, Harry was able to discern, fear.
“I am married,” Harry spoke up. “I’m not taking Severus away from you.”
“Shut your filthy whoring mouth!” Logan yelled. “I did not ask you for any information, did I?” Logan turned to face Snape again. “You would choose this fat simpleton over me?”
Snape glared. “Logan, I will not repeat myself. If you wish to end our liaison, that is, of course, your prerogative.”
“And now you turn it on me?” Logan screeched. “How dare you!”
“Harry, leave. Go downstairs.”
Harry looked in surprise to the older man.
“Now,” Snape said and looked directly at Harry. The intent was clear in the dark eyes. Harry battled his inner subicio, thanked Merlin that he had gained a lot more control in the last week, and left the two other men alone. Resolutely he made his way downstairs and back to his warm spot in the sunroom. Then picked up a book he had left there earlier and tried very hard not to think what the two men were doing upstairs.
Logan left quietly. Harry had asked Ably to tell him when the man had done so and was now making his way back upstairs the very second he had been informed of the departure. This time he knocked on Snape’s door.
The door barley made a sound as it opened and Harry peeked in. Snape had his back to the door, but was obviously buttoning his shirt. Harry heard growling and realized it was himself.
“You will need to try to control your jealousy, Mr. Potter.”
“I’m not jealous!” Harry snapped. “I just don’t like that person. You should have told me that he was here.”
“Oh? Am I now not allowed to have my own guests?” Snape asked as he smoothly turned and walked back to his desk.
“No. I mean, yes, you can have them. But I just think it would be nice to…” Harry sighed. “Never mind.” He came further in towards his natural perch in the room but stopped when he realized the bed was very rumpled. Harry decided he would sit somewhere else today. He crossed the room to the window seat instead.
“I got a letter from Remus today,” he announced, trying to put everything back to normal.
“I’m very sorry for you.” Snape pulled out a sheaf of parchment and began scratching something down.
“He says he’s going to have quite the package of things for the baby,” Harry continued. “He says he’ll come to visit a few months after the baby comes. Do you think that’s a good time?”
“Never would be preferable,” Snape murmured. He finished what he was writing and turned to look at Harry framed in the light coming through the window. “Yes,” he sighed. “A minimum of three months would be an adequate time span before he came near.” He smirked. “Of course, I could always be wrong and he would be ripped apart by Draco. But that’s the vagaries of life, for you.” He went back to his writing. “Open the window. I’m expecting something.”
Harry grimaced and did as he was told. He was just in time as an owl came into view over the trees and smoothly swooped in between the drapes. Fluttering to a stop on top of the desk, it released its burden, took the offered treat and gracefully made an exit. Harry shut the window behind it. He watched the owl disappear and then turned back around when he heard a sound of disgust. He quickly caught the item that came flying at him.
“Why he insists on spreading that contagion, I shall never understand,” Snape muttered to himself. Harry looked down and found a piece of prettily wrapped liquorice. He grinned, now knowing who the package was from. Unsheathing it, he quickly popped it into his mouth and wandered over to see what Snape had received.
“Homework?” he asked in surprise.
“Yes, I am still the Potions teacher, am I not? I would not trust that dingbat to correctly score anything or I would come back to find a sea of passing students.”
“You know, that might not be such a bad thing,” Harry offered. He only received a glare.
“Ably,” Snape called. The house elf appeared a moment later. “Clean the room.” Snape bundled up the rolls of homework and swept out of the room. Harry followed him curiously.