A/N This chapter gets a little smutty. Promise as the chapters go on you'll get some of the hardcore explicit scenes like I have in my other stories. (Though I promise no watersports this time). I'm trying to stick to posting a new chapter everyday till its complete. Although reviews do help feed the monster!

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to calm his frazzled nerves before opening his eyes and taking in were they had landed this time. This was quite different from the other threads. He took in the bright colors, the dinner tables filled with people eating cupcakes and drinking coffee. The place smelled of vanilla, cinnamon, honey and chocolate. He spun around to see himself behind the register. He was smiling and chatting away with an old lady about today's special cupcake.

"My grandkids will be so happy when they see me today. No one makes cupcakes like you and that husband of yours. Tell the grouch I said hi!" The old lady beamed, as did Harry.

"I sure will. You take care." Harry said before the old lady left with her box of cupcakes.

"Husband!" Harry shouted looking to Lachesis. "Husband! I'm not gay! And why am I working a register at a cupcake shop? Not that there's anything wrong with that but I had hoped I would be doing more with my life!" Real Harry shouted in disbelief to Lachesis.

"Harry, sweetheart. Look," she began to say.

"Yea, I know look and shut up." Harry huffed.

"Don't cut me off when I'm chastising you young man." Lachesis stated before bopping him upside the back of the head.

"Ow! Will you STOP THAT!" Harry yelled.

"Only if you stop being stubborn, but you're a Gryffindor so we know that's not going to happen. Anyway, as I was saying. " She said taking a breath. "Look how happy you are without any benefit of any concealment charm. You're not only running a till, but you're running a till in a shop that you co-own with someone that apparently makes you very happy."

Harry thought about it as he watched himself ring and chat up customers. Would it be so bad to own a shop? He had to admit that the idea actually sound like fun. Unlike becoming an Auror which actually frightened the hell out of him. The thought of searching across the globe for bad men the rest of his life did not sound appealing. "Ok, I can see where the cupcake shop would have its appeal, but I'm not gay." He tried state calmly.

"Harry, honey. You don't know what you are. I remind you I am one of the fates. I see everything. I've seen some of the longing looks you've sent to certain boys at Hogwarts. But, no you've suppressed those feelings. Why harry? Why deny what you feel?

"Because that only makes me more of a freak. And don't you hit me again! It's the truth!" Harry sputtered.

"I can't make you come to terms with yourself. It doesn't matter what I say. But look at all these customers and their smiles. They accept you and your husband. They come here day in and day out and share stories of their lives with you and listen to updates about your life." Just then he saw Ron enter the shop. He held his breath. Surely Ron would take issue with Harry's choices.

"Hey mate! You got those cupcakes Mione wanted."

"Sure thing! I wouldn't deny a pregnant woman her cupcake order. How is she doing today?" Imaginary Harry asked.

"She had a pretty bad bout of morning sickness this morning. Tell Severus he's a genius for being able to add an anti-nausea potion to a cupcake. They work wonders and I don't have to hear her complain about taking medicine. Makes my life easier."

The real Harry was sputtering as he tried to come up with the right words to express he disbelief. "Did Ron just say Severus?" He finally managed to say.

"Yes, you heard right." Lachesis responded smugly. Harry stared at her wide eyed. Then he heard that voice. That voice that could only belong to one man in the world.

"Anything to make Mr. Weasley's life easier." Severus droned. Harry thought for sure Ron would get angry instead he only rolled his eyes, said his goodbyes to both imaginary Harry as well as Severus and left.

"Now, Mr. Potter it is time to close up shop. I suggest you make the miscreants disappear and lock up. In the meantime I will retrieve the new batch of frosting I was trying for those, what did you call them, summer spirit cupcakes?"

"He still calls me Potter even though we're married? " Real harry asked Lachesis as he watched his imaginary-self gladly follow Severus's orders.

"On occasion. I don't think you mind really. It's one of his dozen endearing pet names for you." The old fate said with a grin.

"Pet names? Me? "

"Oh yes. Usually it's brat, or foolish boy. Sometimes it's pet or imp." Harry nearly choked on her words. He would have responded to such unbelievable pet names if it were for the fact that Severus was now chasing a squealing Harry around the shop. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! Both of them were giggling and running around like a bunch of school girls except Severus was armed with a spatula of pink frosting.

Just as imaginary Harry was rounding the corner of one of the tables Severus flicked the spatula sending the pink confection flying and hitting Harry right on the neck. "Oh! I've been hit!" Imaginary Harry shouted as he pretended to die by slowly slinking to the ground.

Real Harry stood with mouth open and just watched in amazement. Severus dropped the spatula and dove to the ground right on top of Harry. Real Harry looked on with disgust as imaginary Harry moaned in delight as Severus began to lick up the frosting from Harry's neck.

"Come on! Let me taste it too!" His imaginary-self exclaimed as he grabbed hold of Severus's face and locked lips with the man. Harry could see the kiss get heated as he heard both men moan and notice they were now starting to rut against one another.

"Oh my god Sev! This watermelon frosting tastes like real watermelon! It'll go great with the strawberry cupcakes!"

"It better since it contains real watermelon. Do you know how long it takes and how much watermelon it takes to make a strong enough concentrate? These better be just for the summer or you'll put us out of business. " Severus scoffed.

The two only laughed as they dove in for another kiss. Real Harry was a bundle of emotions as he watched the scene before him. The two looked so happy together and so at ease with each other. He couldn't get over the fact that one of them was once a grumpy, snarky greasy-haired dungeon bat.

"Don't get me wrong Harry," Lachesis said in his ear, " He can still be a git sometimes but as you say, he's your git."

"I don't say that!"

"Oh, you will."

He watched as Severus helped him off the ground and left through the kitchen door where Severus had entered before. Purely out of curiosity that Harry just couldn't deny; he followed them. They went through another set of doors from the back of the kitchen and up a flight of stairs. He was quite surprised to find a rather cozy looking loft apartment at the top of the stairs.

There was large brown leather sofa with matching loveseats around the fire. Along the walls were ceiling high bookshelves. However, nowhere in sight were any jars of creatures and substances that only Severus could tell what they were.

He slowly continued down a corridor as Lachesis followed close behind. He heard giggling as he approached the bathroom. Inside was a rather large bath which he barely noticed. His attention was drawn to the men standing before him. Well not so much as standing as ripping each other's clothing off and hurrying into the bathtub.

He was surprised to see himself sit behind Severus and start washing his back and chest for him. The older man relaxed into Harry's touch as Harry rubbed his husband's shoulders. Harry lowered his soapy hands and began rubbing and tweaking Severus's nipples. They perked up under his touch as Severus growled in response.

"Hurry up and wash nymph because I'm going to pound you into our bed." Severus growled as he took hold of Harry's chin and kissed him deeply.

Real harry couldn't help the blush that was now spreading across his face. He all but forgot that Lachesis was there watching as well.

"I have an even better Idea,' Imaginary Harry responded once the two had broken apart for breath. "I think since you worked so hard on that frosting just for me," He paused to kiss Severus on the nose, "that you should just lie back and relax while I thoroughly enjoy and slowly ride that big hard cock of yours." He said with a lascivious grin.

Harry couldn't help the arousal he started to feel as well as the bulge rising in his pants which he fought desperately to ignore it. It was a task made easier as he reminded of the old fate's presence.

"God you two are fucking hot!" She exclaimed.

"Hey! Wait! Don't look at me like that!" Harry yelled as he stepped in front of Lachesis to block her view. "And I'll have you know I would never talk like that! " I'd die of embarrassment' he thought to himself.

"Let's just say that Sev brings it out of you. You obviously feel no embarrassment around him." She casually explained.

"So these are my options! I can either wind up alone and bitter, marry Ginny and still be unhappy or marry Severus Snape."

"Yup."

"And in this thread, what happens to Ginny? Does she end up with Draco like in the first thread?"

"Yup."

Harry thought about it for a minute. It would mean that Ginny would be happy, even if it was with Draco, but then again he was with Snape, so he could really hold it against her. Maybe there really was more to the two slytherins.

"Have you figured out the key decision you have to make?" She asked.

Once again Harry was lost in thought. At first he thought the decision was whether to marry Ginny or not. But that would mean that everything centered around Ginny and he had the feeling that was not the answer the fate was asking for. Then it hit him "I have to decide who to open my heart up to? Either no one, Ginny or Severus."

"Ding, ding, ding! See you're not a complete dunderhead." Lachesis said clapping her hands in joy that he got the answer right.

"Yes but how do I make Snape see that? I mean, that is if I choose the last path. Why is it the path that I seem to be happiest is the hardest?"

"Isn't it always? Harry, I never said your choice was going to be easy. I only said that I was giving you one. You have a chance at happiness. Real happiness."

"Easy for you to say. What do I do, go up to Snape and say 'hey so one of three fates showed me that we could be really happy together so you wanna open a cupcake shop together?'" "Yea, I'm sure that will go over really well." Harry said as he rolled his eyes.

"He has a freckle on his left nut."

"Excuse me?

"His left nut, his balls…" Lachesis stated slowly. "If you ever need proof of tonight's events tell him you know about the freckle on his left nut.

"That's it! I'm screwed. Destined to live a miserable life. If you think me telling that man that he has a freckle on his junk is going to win him over then obviously you are more crazy than I thought and I'm DOOMED!" Harry stated.

"You're not doomed. Now take my hand and I'll return you where I found you. Go to sleep, wake up and think about what I've showed you. Then you make the one decision that will forever alter your life." Lachesis stated once gain holding out her hand.