A/N: Hello everybody! This story was requested by marsetta. So I hope you and everyone else likes it.

Warnings: Slash, M-preg, war, Meddling Dumbledore.

Severus Snape tried to concentrate as he abstracted the mucus from a sloth brain. The snarky professor was prepping the mucus for dragon dung fertilizer. Pomona needed it in two days if she wanted the Venomous Tentacula to grow on time. It wasn't as if he hadn't done this mediocre chore before, but two hours ago it wasn't his responsibility. Neither were the various potions he had to make for Poppy before the end of the week. Snape tried not to growl as he thought about the meeting he'd had with Dumbledore earlier.

Flashback
"You wanted to see me Headmaster" Snape said politely as he stepped into the old man's office.

"Severus my boy! Come in and take a seat next to Horace. Lemon Drop?"

Severus was taken aback to see the other professor, but nodded in his direction for proprieties sake. He didn't particularly like his old head of house, but still had to respect him.

"Not to sound rude Headmaster, but I was under the impression that this was a private meeting." Severus emphasized, he thought Dumbledore was going to ask about the information he had obtained from the dark lord, and He honestly had no time to waste, classes started back up tomorrow and he set up for his DADA classes.

"We'll get to that later my boy," Dumbledore dismissed quickly and with a wave of his wand a tea set appeared and started to serve them.

Severus took the floating cup, but had no intention of drinking the sweet concoction Dumbledore invented. He couldn't help but grow impatient as the other two occupants in the room took their time to prepare their beverages.

"Alright now let's get started Severus," Dumbledore smiled and adjusted his crescent-moon glasses. "As you know classes start tomorrow-"

"I am very well aware of that Headmaster," Severus snapped, hating the fact the old man was beating around the bush.

"Don't be in such a rush my boy." Dumbledore reprimanded, "Horace has news that will affect you greatly."

Scowling, Severus turned to Slughorn, who took his cue to speak.

"Well Severus, I'm will not be able to fulfill my duties as Potions master this year,"

"Why!" Severus demanded his mind running. If the man wasn't going to teach then why did he attend the welcoming feast and mislead everyone? Why didn't Dumbledore mention something to the students? Did this mean that he wouldn't be teaching DADA again and go back to teaching Potions? Would Dumbledore pick up another imbecile off the street to teach the class again?

"You see Severus I am very ill," Slughorn explained hastily, a (obviously fake) cough appeared as he finished.

"Don't worry my boy, you will still be teaching Defense against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore intervened, sensing his thoughts.

"Then why am I required to know of Professor Slughorn's leave of absence?" Severus was suspicious and already knew that whatever answer he received, would not be in his favor. Dumbledore's smile and twinkling eyes proved it.

"Congratulations Severus! You are now the professor for both Defense against the Dark Arts and Potions."

Severus almost flat-out said no, but held his tongue and settled for,

"You cannot be serious headmaster. Monitoring both classes is near impossible and I don't need to remind you of the other duties I have," Severus said calmly, hopefully referring to his work with The Order would make Dumbledore to reconsider his ridiculous plan.

"I am well aware of your other duties Severus and if you do not think you cannot handle all of the responsibility then I will personally find another to teach Defense against the Dark Arts."

Dumbledore trailed off, taking a sip of his tea while Severus processed the information. But Severus was not 'processing', he was absolutely livid. The old fool knew that he only wanted to teach DADA! He had no choice to take both positions. Severus kept his facial features blank as he continued to curse the headmaster in his head.

"Why is it that another Potions Master cannot be bought in instead of me giving up my position as Professor for Defense against the Dark Arts?" Though Severus knew it was useless he would still try to find a way out of this.

"To put it frankly Severus, you're the best Potions Master we've had at Hogwarts. No offence Horace," Dumbledore gave Slughorn an apologetic look,

"There have been fewer accidents and injuries to students under you supervision than any other Potions Master who has taught Potions. The numbers went up significantly when Horace began teaching again, no offence Horace."

Looking sheepish Horace added, "And don't forget about his skills at Potions. You're still so young, but yet in a few years your skills will well surpass mine!"

They certainly knew how to butter him up, Severus thought as his frown deepened. Though boosting his ego did nothing to ease his displeasure of the situation.

With both men were looking at him expectantly, Severus nodded his head in consent.

"Great," Slughorn clapped his hands and stood up, "Well I'd better be off if I want to leave before dark. Good bye Professor Snape. Headmaster it's been a pleasure working with you again." He shook both of their hand and turned to leave, but Severus stopped him.

"If you need any assistance with any potion regarding your 'illness' please do not hesitate to send me an owl." Severus narrowed his eyes as his old head of house started to 'cough' again and muttered thanks before he scurried from the room.

Severus turned his glare to Dumbledore.

"Why do you think there is such a need to give me more work? There is a war coming! I need to focus all my attention on spying-"

Dumbledore held up his hand, stopping Severus before he got too worked up.

"Something very interesting happened last year that has changed many fates, ours included. If we take advantage of the situation there will be fewer casualties than even I predicted. I know that for my plan to work you need to be working both teaching positions. It'll be hard, my boy, but remember your promise."

Dumbledore's last works shook any of his complaints out of his mind. He would do this…for Lily.

"Many interesting things are going to happen this year Severus. Just keep that in mind. Now you might want to get started, you have a lot of work ahead of you."

Severus wanted to ask more questions, but the obvious dismissal meant the Headmaster was done talking. When he stood up Dumbledore handed him a piece of parchment.

"What's this?" He asked, a feeling of dread washed over him as he read the list of potions.

"Oh these are the potions the school needs. Horace couldn't quite finish them all with his illness." Dumbledore said avoiding (ignoring) his glare. "The ones in red ink are the ones we need immediately. Good luck my boy."

Severus stormed out of the headmaster's office without a farewell, robes billowing. Everything on the list was written in red ink!

End of Flashback

After the meeting he finished his lesson plan for DADA and then went to retrieve all of his old lesson plans for potions. Luckily he knew them by heart and they didn't need any tinkering. Then Pomona barged in his office absolutely panicked that she hadn't received her fertilizer. He wanted to kill Slughorn, but he has already left (he checked). He had ten different potions going on in his classroom at once, if wasn't a master he was sure he would've blown up Hogwarts by now. He would have his upper-level classes make more of the simple ones to ease his load. After making sure his potions were going well, the overworked professor returned to his office to check the potions inventory in order to see what he needed for the year. Apparently Slughorn forgot to stock the potion ingredients as well. Which in Severus' opinion very irresponsible, he suspected the Dumbledore had something to do with it, Slughorn wasn't the type to leave the students unprepared. Severus almost growled in annoyance. As he was taking inventory he heard two voices coming from the other side of his office door.

"You stupid ferret there is no need for us to be here. You are imagining things!"

"No I am not you idiotic weasel! I can't believe you weren't aware that-"

"There is nothing to be aware of because what you are saying is impossible!"

"No it isn't. As rare as it is it can still happen! I'm surprised you have no idea about wizard physiology. All Pure Bloods are supposed to be examined for this when there 18, it's the law. Just because you're poor doesn't mean your parents had to skip having you examined."

Snape raised his eyebrow, but kept working he had to get back to his potions in three minutes. One of those voices sounded suspiciously like Draco Malfoy, and based on what he heard the other was the Weasley brat.

"What do you mean its law? I don't think my parents know anything about that!"

"If you imbecilic parents kept up with heritage instead of being the blood traitors they are then we wouldn't be in this mess."

Severus heard a slap and made a mental note to take five points from Gryffindor.

"Talk about me all you want Malfoy, but don't you talk about my parents! We've been over this!"

"We've also 'been over' the topic of you hitting. You're so abusive." Snape heard a Malfoy snort.

"The pain you feel physically, I feel mentally every time you open up that spoiled mouth of yours!"

With the inventory finished Severus headed out of his office shocking the two youths.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, five points for Gryffindor for hitting another student."

He walk passed the two startle seventh years and back into his class room. Ignoring the odd pair as they scurried behind him, he continued with his potions.

"Professor Snape?" Draco inquired.

"Unless you are here to help Mr. Malfoy then I suggest you leave. Classes start again tomorrow and I'm sure whatever argument you are having with Mr. Weasley is not worth losing sleep."

Draco, being the teacher's pet he was, grabbed a cutting board and went over to one of the potions that he knew. Knowing that he wasn't inapt in potions, Ron sat near Draco hoping that Snape wouldn't kick him out.

They worked in silence for about thirty minutes and Severus just had to carefully add the five scarab beetles to the Skele-Gro potion. He had to add each one of the chopped up beetles 30 seconds apart to get the potion right.

"Professor, we're here because I think I have impregnated Weasley"

All of the sliced beetles fell into the cauldron at once.

Severus cursed as he vanished the potion before it could explode. He then glared at his favorite student. Just because the Dark lord canceled his mission for the time being didn't mean he could fraternize with the enemy and get them pregnant.

"Please repeat what you just said Mr. Malfoy, I think I may have misheard you."

"No you heard right Professor, Weasley's having my pup."

"Would not say like that you stupid ferret! And it's impossible for a man to get pregnant!" Ron said, lightly elbowing Draco in his ribs.

"That isn't necessarily true, Mr. Weasley." Severus glare turned the red head. "Many male wizards can get pregnant, though I won't go into the biology. Now do you think you are pregnant?"

Ron blushed and looked down, "I don't know,"

"How do you not know, Mr. Weasley," Severus said sharply, "Did you have sexual relations with Mr. Malfoy?"

Ron face got even redder than his hair. "Yes…"

"Now if you think you are pregnant why haven't you gone to Madam Pomfrey?"

Draco spoke up, "Because she might tell our parents, sir."

Severus sighed and with a flick of his wand and vial popped up in front of Ron.

"Drink that and lay on the table."

Ron did as instructed and Severus pointed his wand over his stomach and started muttering. The tip of his wand turned pink causing Snape to frown.

"Congratulations Mr. Weasley you are Pregnant. I wish for nothing but good health for you and the baby. Now get out my classroom." Snape said dryly turning to sit at his desk.

Ron paled.

Draco snorted, "What did I tell you. You shouldn't have doubted my judgment-"

Draco was interrupted when Ron punched his arm.

"I can't believe you got me pregnant!"

"Don't blame me! It takes two to tango and what have I told you about hitting me!"

Snape looked at the unlikely couple and muttered to himself,

"I still can't believe you two had sex."

I know this chapter was more Snape-Centered, but there will be Dron in the next chapter. So please Review to let me know what you think? Constructive Criticism welcome, but know flames. I was surprised with the positive response for my oneshot so I hope I don't disappoint you!

Peace,

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