Disclaimer: I don't own the HP universe. JKR does. No money made no harm intended, I do this just for fun
My choice alone
"Stop it this instant!" Harry Potter, eight months pregnant and positively livid, yelled at the witch in front of him. The room went silent and all eyes were on him. "But… but…" The woman stammered, scared by the look on Harry's face, but confused as well. She did not know what she had done wrong - in fact, all she had done was to place a hand on Harry's swollen belly, caressing it and asking him if he and his son were doing fine. That was nothing unusual, was it? She had seen many other women doing it as well all the night through, so what was this all about?
"No but!" Harry interrupted her icily, his eyes shooting daggers. The other guests of that Ministry Party held on the occasion of the second anniversary of Voldemort's defeat stared at their hero in disbelief. What had happened? What had that person done to anger the usually calm and collected hero of the wizarding world?
"I want you to listen carefully, because I will only say this once. Anyone who dares to touch me again without my explicit permission will get a taste of how powerful I really am. Why does everyone assume that just because I am pregnant I can be touched without asking me first? At first I thought it was just because I am Harry Potter and this is just one more side-effect of my so called fame. Last week, though, one of my best friends, Hermione Granger-Weasley, complained about the fact that, when pregnant, as soon as you begin to show, your belly seems to become public property. It seems to be the signal that everyone is allowed to touch you without asking permission first." He fumed, taking a deep breath. He really needed to calm down or the child he was carrying would get upset as well. His plans went out of the window though, when the Minister of Magic stepped up to him, a look of disappointment and disapproval on his face.
"Mr. Potter, I understand that you are a bit touchy right now with all the hormones running rampant, but surely you understand…" the man began but was cut off by Harry. He said in deadly calm voice, "What I understand, Minister, is that my personal space and therefore my privacy and my free will were violated. I am a living, breathing person with feelings and boundaries and I will not have anyone touch me again without my permission. Have I made myself clear? Or tell me, Minister, how would you like it if some stranger grabbed your arse?"
The Minister paled and Harry smirked coldly, "I thought so." Then, without another word, Harry turned around with swirling robes and strode out of the room. He left a stunned, silent audience behind.
In the far away corner of the room, Severus Snape, husband of Harry Potter, smiled.