Unfortunately for Severus, there was no "neutral" table in the Great Hall. As they walked to dinner, Lily's tummy rumbling hungrily, they discussed where they should sit. Severus, of course, wanted to sit somewhere with her, but the Marauder's would never allow him to sit at the Gryffindor table, and there was no way Severus would allow Lily to sit with the Slytherins. It would be suicide. Lily suggested sitting at either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw's table but realized it would be beyond strange for them to do that and besides: they planned on keeping their baby's existence a secret. At least for a little while.

So they were going to sit at their usual tables, in their usual spots. Severus wasn't happy with the idea of Lily at such a close proximity to Potter. He turned his head, his eyes immediately finding Lily's soft auburn curls and scowled as he watched a mop top of black scraggly hair bouncing around her. He grumbled under his breath, jealousy sticking in his throat. Lily was his. Not Potter's. Couldn't the dunderhead take a hint?

"Oi, Snape! Who're you ogling at?" Severus turned back around and faced his housemates. Malfoy was looking down his pointed nose at Severus, his lips twisted into a smirk. "Well?"

"No one, Malfoy." He replied calmly. He pushed some chicken around his plate, his eyes dark. Malfoy wasn't finished, however, and he leaned across the table.

"Why're you still wearing the same clothes you were yesterday?" He scoffed and crossed his arms, and bit of bleach blonde hair fell in front of his eyes as he raised a suspicious eyebrow. It made his face look even more arrogant. If that was even possible. "Did you fuck a girl?!" At that, nearly everyone within hearing distance turned their gazes towards Severus. Nott laughed and shook his head.

"C'mon, Lucius. Who'd lay Snape?" Severus chewed on a piece of chicken thoughtfully, not saying a word. It wouldn't matter either way. They were all convinced. Mulciber elbowed Nott and smirked as he whispered just loud enough for Severus to hear.

"Probably that ginge Mudblood whore he used to hang around." Severus swallowed thickly, a fiery rage welling up inside him. How dare they speak of Lily that way?! He didn't say anything, though. He wanted them to just drop it.

Like Hell they will…

Mulciber chuckled quietly and nodded, watching Severus with a calculating stare. "I'd fuck her."

Severus raised his head so quickly, he nearly developed whiplash. Mulciber's smirk grew wider as he realized that bothered Severus. He shrugged, acting nonchalant about it.

"Really?," Malfoy questioned, a look of obvious disgust on his face, "She's a mudblood. Besides, I heard she was fucking that idiot Potter." Mulciber nodded slowly and wet his lips.

"Yeah. She's got a nice body and a pretty mouth. Ooh… I'd love to fuck her mouth." Severus stood up, his black eyes sparking dangerously. He growled quietly, his voice low and filled with a barely suppressed anger,

"You will not speak of my girlfriend that way." Mulciber laughed loudly along with a few others who sat nearby.

"Girlfriend? Oh, c'mon, mate." He rolled his eyes. "And for your information, I'll say whatever I want to say about your little whore."

"I'm warning you." Severus whispered. His muscles tensed, ready and willing to punch Mulciber. He had his wand, of course, but, at the moment, nothing sounded better than to feel Mulciber's bones cracking under his fist. Mulciber, being the complete idiot he was, shrugged again.

"I'll bet she's good and tight, and wet… Yeah, and she's probably a screamer. I like it when they scream. I'd make her go down on me firs- FUCK!" Mulciber toppled backwards as Severus' fist connected with his nose, effectively breaking it. He heard a gasp behind him and someone grabbed his arm. He tried to wrench himself out of the person's grip, wanting to hit Mulciber again. Wanting so badly to fuck him up so badly he wouldn't dare say a word against Lily again.

"Stop!" Dumbledore shouted from his place at the teacher's table. His robes swished about his feet as he walked hurriedly to the source of the fighting. His hand, which was unusually strong for an old man, grabbed onto Severus' shoulder and forced him to stop. "My office! Now, Mr. Snape!" Severus grumbled under his breath and turned his head to see where Lily was. He was surprised to see her standing right beside him. As she slipped her small hand in his, he calmed enough to give Dumbledore a curt nod as he and Lily began making their way out of the Great Hall. He heard Dumbledore tell Mulciber to go to Madame Pomfrey before they were out of the Great Hall.

"Sev, what happened?" Lily watched him, her eyes filled with worry and concern. He couldn't lie to her. Not now. Not ever.

"Those idiots were speaking about you in a-… vulgar way." She blushed and looked down, walking a bit closer to him, than she was before. His arm wrapped around her waist protectively, and his hand rested lightly on her stomach. He wanted to comfort her.

"Thanks for standing up for me... And I guess we can talk to Dumbledore now, yeah?" Severus sighed and nodded. They climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's office quietly, and as Severus reached the tall mahogany door to the Headmaster's office, he sighed. Lily ended up knocking.

"Enter." Dumbledore sounded neither angry, nor happy. Severus slowly opened the door and pulled Lily in behind him. The Headmaster frowned. "Only Mr. Snape, if you don't mind, Mrs. Evans." Lily looked at the ground and shook her head.

"Actually, sir, we needed to speak with you. Together." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at them, but nodded slowly and offered them a chair. They both sat down, but Lily still held Severus' hand.

"Well, first, before you say what you need to, I must say, Severus: you know fighting is not permitted at Hogwarts. That little incident will cost Slytherin House twenty points." Severus nodded quietly. He looked over at Lily and their eyes met for a second before he spoke.

"Sir, Lily's pregnant." Dumbledore's eyes widened at the suddenness of it, and he leaned forward a little.

"What was that?"

"I'm pregnant," Lily whispered, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Dumbledore let out a slow breath and nodded.

"Alright. I'm assuming Mr. Snape is the father, then?" Severus nodded.

I hope I am, at least.

"Sir," Lily looked up at Dumbledore, her eyes begging him as she spoke, "we want our baby safe. Since Severus is in Slytherin and I'm in Gryffindor… Well, you know." Dumbledore nodded again hesitantly. "We were just wondering-… If there was any way Severus and I could stay somewhere together and- and safe." The Headmaster sat back a moment and thought. He looked at Severus, the wise old eyes considering the scrawny youth quietly.

"Why did you hit Mr. Mulciber, Mr. Snape?" Severus stayed quiet for a moment, only speaking after Lily squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"He was insulting Lily, sir." Dumbledore nodded and sighed, rubbing his temples tiredly.

"Alright. Alright, what about this? Severus, I can place you in Gryffindor Tower. But you must dorm with the boys." Severus' eyes widened and he looked at Lily. She bit her lip and nodded once.

Fuck.

"Fine."


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