Remember when I said you were going to hate Dumbledore? Yeh.
Here's the smut, fluff, panic and ta-dah!
next chapter shit hits the fan and Severus makes a deal with the devil.
The door slammed shut behind them and he felt his palms start to sweat and the tightness form at the back of his throat. He hasn't been under this much pressure to perform since their first time together sexually. What was he supposed to do now? Were the mechanics the same? What position were they supposed to be in to conceive a child? What if that bastard Yaxley was right? What if he couldn't get her pregnant?
She sensed his hesitation to touch her, she reached for him from the bed and led him to lay beside her. He searched her eyes for the answer to all his questions. She kissed him and swallowed his fears.
"Please make love to me." She whispered against his lips.
He could most definitely do that! Their breathing picked up its pace as they kissed and his hands moved to remove their clothing. She pushed him flat on his back and moved down to unbuckle him, his nerves returned and he clenched his eyes shut. He wasn't hard and he was positive she would take it as an insult.
Instead she still pulled his flaccid cock out and looked up at him "Do you want me to take over?" She whispered. He nodded immediately and laid flat on the bed, he didn't trust his voice.
Her tongue started off in small slow licks around his head and her right hand cupped his sack. He twitched under her touch and slung his arm over his eyes. His cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment, until she took all of his flaccid glory into her mouth and sucked.
"Oh fuck." He moaned and gripped the comforter under him.
She set the rhythm of sucking him and flicking her tongue across the soft spot underneath the tip of his head. Her head bobbed to a steady beat as she rolled his sack with her other hand. He was getting hard and fast, all the wariness and concerns quickly out of his mind as he peeked out from his arm and looked at her mouth full of him.
She stopped and sat up, he looked at her immediately for the cause of her stopping. She pointed to the head of the bed where she wanted him to move. He crawled backwards slowly and waited for her to prop the pillows she wanted behind him. She pushed his shoulders back and he sat up against the headboard with his legs out in front of him. While he was completely naked he watched her stand at the foot of the bed and remove her clothes slowly. He gripped his semi hardness and stroked it as he watched her strip for him.
He was glad she wasn't shy about being naked around him, he loved to seen her body. The tan she got from last summer was long gone but it was the perfect pale glow to him. She waved her wand and the floor length mirror moved from near the closet to the foot of the bed. He looked at himself in the mirror then to her. He didn't want to watch himself, they'd be here all night.
His raised brow made her giggle and she climbed onto the bed in front of it and slowly crawled towards him on all fours. He could clearly see her hot pink core and little puckered entrance in the reflection. His mouth formed a silent 'oh' then his jaw dropped wider when she took him in to his base and moved her tongue and throat on him.
She let him grow in her mouth and didn't pull back or gag. She reached her left hand down between her thighs and spread herself open for him to see in the mirror. His sharp inhale and quick thrust in her mouth was the signal she needed to show that she was doing everything right.
He watched her fingers circle and flick the little nub between her folds. Was it hard? Was she wet? He could smell her but it had been so long he couldn't think of what she tasted like. The fingers of his right hand entangled themselves in her hair and gripped it tightly. He picked up her pace and made her go deeper.
Her middle and index finger entered herself slowly and he heard her juices flowing around her fingers. He watched as she fingered herself with his cock in her mouth. He was more than ready for her now but she didn't stop. He didn't mind.
Her pace picked up on him and herself. He watched her squirm as she brought herself closer to the edge. Her juices leaking and sliding down her hand and thigh. Oh how he wanted to lick it all clean! She pulled him out of her mouth with a loud 'pop' and started tonguing his sack. He moved his hand from her head to his shaft and started to pump himself.
Her fingers slipped out of herself and went further back to her smaller hole. He quickened the pace of his hand and licked his lips. Her tongue went further down and licked his perineum, a first for both of them but he loved it. His head fell back against the headboard and he moaned her name. His free hand grabbed his sack and tugged on it for tension. He was close.
Her tongue traced the entrance of his rear entrance and he bucked his hips up off the bed. He couldn't think or do anything but keep his pace.
"I'm close. I'm close." He kept repeating as a warning to her. If she didn't stop this climax would go to waste. He took his hand off himself and bit his cheek to stop his orgasm.
Her hand replaced where his has left. Continuing on the fast strokes but twisting her wrist at the end.
"But- but- oh fuck." He tried to say.
He was right on the brink of shooting all over his stomach and her hand when she stopped. She pulled completely away from him and he wasn't able to reach completion. A dangerous game she started with him. To take him so close to the edge and not let him fall into blissful ecstasy. Especially since it had been almost 2 months since they had been intimate.
His eyes shot open and he sat up straight. The intense look he gave her would have sent anyone else running. But not her, no. She smiled coyly and licked her lips. He growled and grabbed her by her neck. He pulled her up to his face and kissed her roughly. Her hands bracing themselves on his chest.
With his hands on her hips he flipped her facing away from him. Both legs on either side of him, facing the mirror. He grabbed himself and lined his now purple head with her wet folds. She sunk down on him to his base and sighed loudly, a would have been moan. He placed his thumbs in his favorite two dimples on her lower back and brought her up and down on him.
He watched the mirror over her shoulder and saw her pinch one nipple and the other playing with herself. He had an idea and smiled wickedly at her reflection. He summoned his wand and wordlessly made it vibrate. He reached his hand around and replaced her fingers with it.
She tilted her hips towards him and threw her head back. He could feel the wand vibrating all of her muscles around him and he moaned too. She was right about to explode around him when he turned up the spell's intensity. Her hair fell on his face and he inhaled her sweet scent of the soft wavy locks.
She started to impale herself harder on him. He felt her get so tight he had a fleeting thought of losing circulation. He watched her in the mirror, her eyes clutched tight, swollen lips parted as if they were screaming. There it is, she gushed around him yet he kept going. The sounds here juices made could be heard over the sound of her bottom slamming his pelvis.
She grabbed his wand from him and moved the vibrating piece of wood lower. The tip of it now against his scrotum and his muscles tightened as he apexed. With his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his grip in her waist bruising her and her bottoming out and grinding on him he roared. Something intangible and fierce was yelled into the room that echoed off the walls of their bedroom.
She collapsed next to him on the bed, releasing his wand and slipping him out of her. Her breathing was erratic and she was sweating just as much as he was. He grabbed his wand, cleaned it and themselves with a quick wave and tucked it under his pillow as usual. He grabbed her and pulled her back to his chest and buried his face in her hair.
His arms slid around her middle and his hands lay flat on her abdomen. "I love you." He kissed her bare shoulder. Her hands lay above his and she snuggled closer to him.
"So… does this mean… you're pregnant now?" He asked awkwardly.
She snorted loudly and covered her mouth with one hand in embarrassment. She rolled over to face him and kissed him gently. 'That's not how it works. It may not happen the first time. So we just have to keep trying. It's way too soon to tell.'
His cheeks turned a tint of pink, hopefully she couldn't see it in the dark of the room. "So… we wait?" How long? How would they know? He knew how to avoid having children not actually making them. He was as lost as a Malfoy in a second hand store.
'We keep doing this.' She pointed to both of them and smiled. 'Then we test in a few weeks.' She started to run her fingers through his hair to push it back from his face. His thoughts were a million miles away and she knew it.
Something finally clicked in his head and he gave her a knowing smirk "I can do that. I think to be absolutely sure we should get right back to it."
She gave him a confused look, her eyebrows raised and her head tilted. He rolled over on top of her and slid himself into her again. Her mouth formed an 'oh' and she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Severus' view on children made a complete 180. Well… maybe not completely, but it sure was fun making them. She was more attentive to him and open go his advances unlike the first weeks they were reunited where they were awkward around each other. Robbie was usually hiding in his room or going to make friends down in the kitchens with the other house elves. He accidentally walked in on them once and that was more than enough for his poor innocent eyes.
It had been two months since they started "trying" and Severus told her he wanted to be absolutely positively certain he got her pregnant. At least that had been his excuse when he found every and any surface and room of their home. Although there was a first and last time for kitchen love making because they ended up having a flour throwing fight.
It was June now, the weather warmer yet the wind still unforgiving. He had been called by the Dark Lord almost nightly, demanding news of Draco's progress. Apparently, "Go ask him yourself." was NOT the right answer and he was tortured to the point of blackout.
Juliet silently screamed when she saw his limp body fly out of the floor in their living room. She had healed him and held his head to her chest and rocked back and forth as she cried. When he finally did wake up he pulled her to him and promised everything would be alright.
He cornered Draco again after hours near the astronomy tower. "You need to get your shit together, Draco. He's grown impatient and will only get worse the more you dawdle."
"I don't dawdle." Draco snapped at him and stomped his foot like a child.
"Do you know what's at risk? Do you? I've been tortured more times than I can count because of your never ending failure."
"I didn't ask-"
Severus grabbed him by his school tie "Neither did I! And neither did your parents."
Draco smacked his hands away and stepped back. "Don't tell me what I already know. I'm not going to fail anyone. Just give me another week. Tell him-" his voice failed him. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was red. "Tell him by the end of next week. It will be ready."
Severus scowled at him and searched his face for any hint of deceit. "What will be ready?"
Draco shook his head quickly and stormed out the door, jumping down the steps two and three at a time. Severus sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Stress can often force an unwilling hand." A voice said from a dark alcove.
Severus spun and pulled his wand "You should know better than to sneak up on a spy, Albus."
He didn't respond but he walked out of the shadows and stepped into the moonlight. "I'm glad to see that young Mr. Malfoy is still set to finish his task."
"Glad that a minor is being forced to kill you. You're sick." Severus crossed his arms.
"Willingness makes all the difference. You see Severus, all of our choices in life – whether good or bad, all come down to the intent. Dark or light." Albus said and lifted his blackened hand and examined it.
He scowled and grit his teeth "And the task you set for me? In which area does that fall under?"
"Well that entirely depends on you." He said with a twinkle of his eye.
"Oh great, not only am I uncategorized I'm to label myself as well? Must I do everything, Albus?" He said sarcastically and watched Albus pace back and forth casually.
He was wearing his deep blue robes with bright yellow stars. At least he wasn't wearing the matching pointy hat. He reminded Severus of the muggle cartoon concept of a wizard.
"No I think intent lies within. For example, when I helped Gervaise Ollivander with a blood oath." Albus said too calmly.
Severus' eyes narrowed "No more games Albus."
"Did I intend to help his family finally have a female heir? Yes. Did I intend to bring a curse on his bloodline that kills males? No." Albus looked disappointed for a fraction if a second then shrugged his shoulders as if it was of no concern.
Bloodline cursed? But they were trying to have a child. His mind was racing and his head felt hot. He was sweating and trying to find the words. "Explain." Was all he could say.
"Gervaise wanted a baby girl in his family. He was tired of their bloodline being limited to only one sole Ollivander male. Each year the odds of their line got thinner and thinner of carrying on. Garrick didn't have his son until his late 60s. So his father Gervaise, came to me for help. He believed that helping me defeat Grindlewald put me in his debt. Yet there was no hand shake, no contract – verbal or written. So I told him I would help him. In return for a blood oath." His voice carried on and the more it did, the sicker Severus felt.
"What have you done?" Severus voice was barely a whisper. Albus heard.
"You see it all comes down to intent, doesn't it?"
"Albus" he warned.
"Blood magic…. Illegal? Yes. Why? Intent. I intended to help a dear friend, grant him his greatest wish of a female Ollivander. I don't care what Garrick said – I did not intend for his son to die." Albus said and turned to Severus suddenly with his good finger pointed at him.
The final bell tolled. The ball dropped. A cold chill shot down his spine. "You… cursed the bloodline. But how-"
"How did I do it? Blood magic requires a sacrifice. Gervaise offered himself for the deed but he was too weak at the time. Garrick wanted nothing to do with it, leaving his son and unknowing participant." Albus explained nonchalantly.
"Unknowing or unwilling?" He growled.
Albus smirked "Same difference."
Severus' fists clenched at his side as he thought of her parents no on ever spoke of "So it required two people for the blood ritual then? You robbed her of her mother as well?"
"I admit, I was… overzealous with the ritual-"
"OVERZEALOUS?!"
"I wanted to be absolutely certain that a female would be born. Unfortunately it took Garrus as the sacrifice and every male born after Juliet." Albus said and shook his head.
"Her mother-"
"Her mother was pregnant with a boy. I didn't know. That she was pregnant or that it would take every male from then forward." He said with fake guilt in his voice.
"My wife- she- we-" his swallowed the hardness at the back of his throat. "You tell me this now?! When we are trying for child?!"
Albus shrugged "I didn't know."
Severus pulled his wand "Reverse it. Remove the bloodline curse. Or I will foil all your silly little plans and kill you here and now." His voice wasn't raised this time. It was no threat it was a promise.
"I can't. Blood magic is irreversible. Because it all comes down to intent. I intended to help Gervaise by any means necessary. But I did not intend for it to go that far."
"You tell me this now? Why? What schemes do you have up your sleeve now?" He didn't lower his wand.
"I felt that I should tell you because Garrick didn't. Oh yes, Garrick knows everything but judging by your reaction he didn't tell you." Albus said and looked out of the window to the grounds. "This has been a very nice chat but I think it's well past my bedtime. Goodnight Severus."
Severus stood on the astronomy tower by himself until the sun rose. Millions of thoughts ran through his head about Juliet and their future children. If they had son both her and the child would die. If it was a girl both shall live. He may not know much about having children but he did know you couldn't just pick and choose the baby's gender. Did she know? She couldn't! Otherwise she wouldn't jump in head first into this…. This….. family.
He knew damn certain all attempts for a child would cease immediately and he would give her a potion to avoid conception. What if she was pregnant now? Then he would give her another potion to terminate it. He couldn't chance it being a boy and losing her. She will never forgive you. She will understand. He would make her understand.
He returned home and found her already in bed with her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. He couldn't do this to her. He couldn't take it all back after he told her they were in this together. He needed to end the blood curse and he needed it done now. He would find a way.
The next morning she got sick. She jumped out of bed and rushed to their bathroom. She didn't have time to close the door behind her and he heard her stomach contents hit the bowl. He jumped up and raced to her. He pulled her hair back from her face and rubbed her back.
"Robbie! Robbie- grab my medical kit! Shh it's alright." He yelled and soothed her.
She shook her head and tilted her head towards him and smiled. How could she be smiling at a time like this?
'I think I'm pregnant.' She smiled even brighter then suddenly her eyes got wide. She ducked her head back into the bowl and continued to vomit.
"Oh fuck." He couldn't say anything else other than 'Oh fuck.' Over and over again.
Robbie rushed in and pushed him out of the way. He helped her clean herself up and snapped his fingers in front of Severus' face. He shook his head to clear his mind.
"What? Oh! Yes- Medic? A medic!" Severus jumped up and started throwing clothes on haphazardly. He was running around the room trying to gather things. Completely forgetting about his wand under his pillow.
"St. Mungo's….yes. They have the best doctors they can deliver a baby safely." He muttered as he scrambled.
Juliet laughed silently from the doorway of the bathroom. She patted Robbie on the head and told him he could leave. She whistled loudly for Severus. He stopped in his tracks and looked at her with a dumbfounded face.
'Love, I'm not having a baby right now. I don't even know if I am pregnant. But it's time that I took a test. I can't do the spell on myself, Robbie doesn't use a wand, and you are in no condition to even do magic right now.' She signed at him and smiled brightly at him.
"I can- yes. How the hell can you be calm at a time like this?" he asked in disbelief.
She shrugged her shoulders 'I've wanted this for a long time and I guess I've just been preparing for it mentally.'
She walked up to him and put kissed him on the tip of his nose, she smelled like mint. 'Besides, one of us has to keep their heads about themselves. Your robes are inside out.'
Once he was dressed and gathered his wits again he met her in the living room. "So what now?" he asked.
'Need to see a mediwitch and get tested. Do you know of one? Or maybe St. Mungo's?'
He thought about it for a few moments "No. Not St. Mungo's….. Garrick has his filthy little hands in everything still. If he catches wind you're pregnant…. I just don't want anything to go wrong. Poppy is down in the hospital wing, I'll go ask her. Stay here." He leaned down and kissed her. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth gently and tugged.
He smiled at her, kissed her forehead and left to get poppy. On his way to the hospital wing he had a panic attack, what if she died? What if it was a boy? What then? How does he tell her? He needed time!
"Severus, it's been a long time since you came to my part of the castle." She smiled warmly at him.
"Poppy." He greeted.
She got up from her place behind her desk "What can I help you with?"
He looked around nervously to make sure they were alone "Ahem. I uh… my wife. She needs…. You."
Poppy's smile started slow then grew bigger than her ever seen before "My word! Already! I lost the bet. Let's go then!"
He looked at her dumbfounded "What…"
"The staff had a bet on when you would knock your wife up. Don't look surprised, we're teachers. We have nothing better to do." She grabbed her medical bag and started packing miscellaneous items.
He scowled and crossed his arms waiting for her to follow him. He decided not to respond with the colorful words that were in his head. He still needed the witch. He remained quiet the whole trip back to his quarters. When they returned Juliet was on the couch with Robbie trying to force her to eat something.
"Hello, Mrs. Snape! My…. I haven't seen you in years! And you look so…. Young still." Poppy said as she looked her over.
Juliet smiled and shook her hand 'Thank you for coming.'
Poppy looked to Severus for help. "She said thank you. Apologies, I forget that there is a communication carrier sometimes. What do we need to do Poppy?"
"Alright dear, just lay flat on the couch please. There you go. Lift your shirt, show me your tummy. Good. Breathe. This won't hurt a bit." She said and waited for her to comply.
Severus stood back behind Poppy, watching quietly and holding his breath. Juliet was biting her lip and Robbie was eating toast on the armchair next to her. Severus scowled at him, how could he be eating at a time like this? Was he the only one panicking?
She waved her wand, murmured the spell and two lines crossed above Juliet's stomach twirling around. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, his mouth was dry and he couldn't feel his fingers due to clenching his fist so tight.
The lines spun faster and faster until they blurred together and finally blended together and made a circle and changed color above her skin. Green. What did that mean?
"Congratulations! You're pregnant!"
That was the last thing Severus heard before he saw blackness. For the record, Severus has passed out drunk before. He's even passed out due to large amounts of pain via cruciatus, and he's even blacked out due to blood loss. But never ever has he fainted. Until now.