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Severus had no idea how long he sat there staring at the final memory, the brightly wrapped package and the scroll. In fact at some point he had gotten up to find something alcoholic.
He had gone through half a bottle of gin before finally allowing himself to view the third memory.
Upon entering it he knew exactly where he was. His- their bedroom, but he couldn't tell when, but judging by the lack of tattoos on Harry he guessed sometime in the first year of so of their marriage. It was one of the hundreds of times Severus and his young husband had made love. Severus would lavish Harry's body and devour his taste and send the poor young thing into madness as touched and licked and sucked everywhere. But the Severus in this memory looked nothing like the Severus that was in the mirror every morning.
The Severus in Harry's memory was soft and gentle and loving and handsome, whereas the one he saw every morning was hard and mean and severe and ugly. There was no way that he was what Harry saw when he looked at Severus. He felt like a voyeur as he watched himself finally impale the wanton, debauched young man beneath him and he realised that this was just a different part, a part he himself had never seen, of himself. He wanted to be this man that Harry saw, that he loved and wanted and keened for.
As he emerged from the memory he was both achingly hard and supremely ashamed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to jerk off right there in his office or sob himself sick.
Instead he opted for opening the small package. He carefully pulled the paper apart, not wanting to tear the paper, and soon smoothed the paper out around the small box that was sitting in the middle of it.
He pulled of the top and gasped in surprise at what lay inside, 'no,' he whispered softly the meaning of such a gift penetrating his thick skull.
He snatched the scroll up and, in his haste to open it, tore it along the seam. He unravelled it and could only stare in shock at the paper.
Harry was pregnant.
Severus dropped the parchment onto the table and pushed back from his desk unable to hide his horror about what he'd done.
Severus was up early the next morning, still clutching one of Harry's shirts, hoping to talk to the younger man.
However his will to talk to his husband diminished as he heard the whispers of what had happened yesterday. He looked up as all the talking stopped and Harry and Hermione arrived with Draco and Neville.
The students, as one all stood and that was when Severus noticed that no one was wearing a school colour. They all had black ties on. Hermione began to tear up again and Harry nodded and gave a small watery smile, they were holding hands, no a lovers hold but a tight supporting clutch to let the other know that they weren't alone.
'Harry had only known a short while before he lost it,' Hooch whispered loudly to Sinistra. Both witched glaring at Severus.
Severus sat back with a look of defeat. He had heard a phrase for this a long time ago. He couldn't remember where but it fit.
FUBAR
Severus stood and fled in a dignified a manor as possible from the great hall.
Well and truly.