Harry felt Snape's body press against his, the weight pushing him deeper into the mattress as he felt soft lips caress his. The young wizard felt his body come alive with every touch, every movement, every beat of the man's heart. He wanted him, only him, no one else would be able to come close as he slipped his fingers into the man's hair, grasping his head, holding on to his lips. Harry never wanted to let go, he wanted to stay like this forever.

The picnic at the lake that morning had been beautiful, Snape has a truly caring soft spot hidden in the depths of his heart and Harry wanted to see just how deep it went.

The young wizard was torn from his reverie by a loud knock on the door. He felt Snape tense up at the intrusion before reluctantly pulling away from the boy. Harry let a disappointed sigh escape his lips as his body drew cold from the separation. He watched the man he loved as he tossed on his robes, not bothering to put anything on underneath them before disappearing out the door and down the steps to the front door.

Harry listened carefully as he heard the front door click open, desperately wanting Severus back in his arms.

Who would be visiting Snape anyway? Especially at this hour… He didn't exactly have an abundance of friends…

The young wizard listened carefully, waiting for an exchange of words to take place but it didn't seem to come. Harry climbed to his feet, quietly approaching the doorway before creeping down the first few steps. He made sure he remained hidden as he craned his neck, trying to see who it was.

"Draco has told me something rather odd"

Harry rolled his eyes as the familiar voice trailed up the stairs into his ear.

"Is that so" Snape responded, not giving away anything.

"Yes, he has. He seems to think that Harry Potter is pregnant"

Snape flinched, doing well not to let his panic show.

"I don't have time for this stupidity Lucius" Snape enunciated, wishing the man would just leave as he closed the door in the man's face.

The blonde jammed the door with his cane, preventing the potions professor from getting away that easily.

"You have 10 seconds to tell me the truth Severus. Don't try to bullshit me, I know you gave the boy a morning sickness potion".

Snape tensed up, unsure of what action he should take towards the man.

"Why don't you ask him yourself"

"Perhaps I will" a smug smirk growing on his lips as he pushed past the professor before heading towards the stairs.

Harry's eyes widened, panic flooding his veins as he scrambled to backtrack up the stairs.

"You don't truly expect to find him here Lucius?" Snape raised an eyebrow at the man, hoping against hope that the blonde wouldn't call his bluff.

"You haven't given me any reason to think otherwise Severus" the blonde turned only briefly to the professor before continuing towards the staircase.

Harry dived into Snape's wardrobe, praying the blonde wizard wouldn't try too hard to find him.

He watched as the man walked into Snape's bedroom, his legs visible through the slits in the door. Harry slowed his breathing right down as the legs stopped pacing in front of him before turning to face his direction.

Harry winced, suddenly wishing he had clothes on before watching as the door was yanked open in front of his eyes.

Fuck.

Harry looked up as Lucius looked down, their eyes meeting, the situation causing a smug smirk to form on the blonde's lips.

"Who's the father Severus?" Lucius called out, refusing to break eye contact with the boy in front of him.

A horrible silence consumed the house, although Harry wasn't sure which was worse... That or the sound of Lucius's voice.

"It's you, isn't it?" the blonde continued before kneeling down until he was just above eye level with the young wizard. The smugness on his lips continued to grow before he leaned in closer to the naked boy. Harry instinctively wrapped his arms over the small bump in his abdomen before drawing away from the man. The young wizard felt gloved fingers encircle his neck, tightening their grip before pulling him from the wardrobe. Harry struggled against the suffocating hold as he felt his body slam against the wall.

Harry's eyes widened, he'd never felt more vulnerable in his life than at that moment. The blonde's grip tightened even further around the young wizard's neck, his limp naked body dangling from his grasp.

"Let. Him. Go. Now" Snape pressed the tip of his wand firmly against Lucius's temple before pushing it in further.

"Or what Severus?" the blonde taunted, not yielding his grip on the boy's throat.

"You have messed up royally Severus. You best not get further on my bad side unless you want the dark lord to kill you next".

Snape's body froze as he contemplated what to do next.

"You know, when the dark lord finds out you have mated with the boy at the top of his hit list, well, I don't actually know quite what he'll do…" The blonde mocked as he refused to loosen his grip on Harry's throat.

"But never mind you, what's he going to do to the boy? And your child?"

Snape glanced at Harry before watching as the life began slipping from his eyes.

No.

"Septum Sempra" Snape murmured without thinking as he watched the blonde fall to his knees, his hold on the young wizard's throat released as his body began writhing in agony. Harry instinctively reached for his throat, gently massaging it as he felt the oxygen flood into his lungs. No amount seemed to be enough as he continued to gasp for air.

Snape watched as the blood seeped from Lucius's body, his wand remained pointed at the man. He was in two minds about the whole situation, half knew he had to stop what he had started, repair the damage, perhaps use a memory charm on the blonde before sending him on his way. The alternative was tempting…

Let the bastard bleed...

The potions professor decided what he wanted wasn't an option as he knelt down before gliding his wand over the wounds, watching as the blood seeped back into the gashes. Snape darted a sympathetic glance towards Harry, how was still on his knees but starting to breath normally once more.

The professor wanted nothing more than to hold Harry, to comfort him, to make everything okay again. He struggled to take his eyes off him as a grunt escaped the blonde beneath him.

Snape watched as the last of the blood disappeared back into the man's body.

"Wait here Harry" the professor whispered before wrapping Lucius's arm around his shoulder and dragging him from the room.

Harry heard what he presumed was the back door opening as he reached for his clothes. He quickly put them on before venturing to the top of the stairs.

The professor dragged Lucius down three alleyways before locating a dead end

This will do…

Snape let the man down, resting his body against the brick wall of someone's house before withdrawing his wand and pointing it at the blonde's head.

"You'll pay dearly for this Severus" the blonde began, his gaze unwavering as he shot Snape a deadly serious glare.

"Obliviate" Snape whispered as he watched the stern gaze melt from Lucius's eyes. His body almost instantly loosing it's staunch as his eyes gazed around the empty alleyway. Snape raised his eyebrow before being convinced the spell had worked. A silent sigh of relief escaped him before abandoning the blonde wizard in the alley way.

Harry held his breath as he waited anxiously for Severus to return.

The sudden realisation dawned on him… Draco knows… This is not good…

At least he hasn't told the whole school…

Yet…

The young wizard heard the door close, his teeth sinking into his lips as footsteps drew closer. His breathing ceased before feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead and over his cheek.

He felt like time had stopped before relief flooded his veins as Snape appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

His gaze locked with the professors, an unspoken realisation passed between them.

"I need to speak with Draco" Snape finally broke the silence before stepping toward Harry.

Harry let the lid of his trunk slam shut before pulling it off the blanket and sliding it under his bed. The young wizard sighed as he sat on the soft mattress before his mind began reminiscing of his weekend with Snape, wishing he was still there with him, laying in his arms, wishing time would've stopped forever in those moments.

He was torn from his reverie as his abdomen suddenly tightened, prompting him to gently rub the small bump. He wished he could be with Snape, it had hardly been a few hours since they had apparated back to the school but he was already missing him.

There was no denying it, he was dreading this, being back at Hogwarts, or rather dreaded running into Draco… He knew it was inevitable but how long could he put it off for…? Besides, Draco was just going to tell Lucius again and the problem would be on repeat…

Hmm… What to do… Maybe Snape would sort it out for him but he felt bad making him do all the dirty work… but he was good at it after all… Too good… Even so, he had never felt so safe as when he was in Snape's arms… Snape… Oh how he wanted him… Right now…

What was wrong with him? When did his hormones control his life like this? He felt like he knew the consequences of all his dangerous decisions but he didn't care…

Harry turned toward the stairs before deciding he was going to hunt Severus down… But what if he got sick of him? What if he needed some space or maybe just needed to prepare for his lessons…

Now that he thought about it, it was just about dinner time… and he held out for dinner these days, he was starving!

"So, what do you think Harry?"

The young wizard had forgotten that his red haired friend was even there… He hoped he hadn't been talking to him that whole time! God he was a terrible friend these days… Poor Ron…

"Ah, yeah, it's great Ron" Harry tried to cover up the fact he had no idea what they were talking about. He thought he did a pretty good job until his eyes met the horrified expression plastered over Ron's face.

"What?! You think Draco's ab's look great?!" Ron yelped loud enough for the whole common room downstairs to hear.

Oh fuck…

"Wait that's not…" Harry began before realising there was no point.

"Speaking of ab's" Ron began before darting his gaze to his best friend's stomach.

The raven haired boy cringed, forgetting he was starting to show…

"A bit of going to the gym would help that" the red head continued as he indicated at Harry's stomach with his thumb.

It was going to take a bit more than going to the gym Ron…

Wait… oh great… If even Ron's noticed that means everyone else would have too…

Harry bit down before deciding it was best to say nothing as he began toward the stairs, his hungry stomach taking over his brain.

"Hey wait up Harry! I didn't mean it in a bad way but you know" the red head began as he followed his best friend down the spiral staircase.

"It's just people are starting to talk"

Harry froze at the remark, hardly noticing when Ron walked straight in to him.

He knew it was inevitable but he didn't feel ready for the whole school to find out but soon he wouldn't have a choice. He felt a wave of anger wash over him as his fists began to shake.

What business is it to anyone else? Why do people always have to do this? It has nothing to do with them! At all! Why can't everyone just fuck off!

"Talk about what?!" Harry growled, knowing full well what as he refused to move, his back still to his best friend.

"Uh, um, ah, well, you see, people are just saying stupid stuff" Ron hesitated, taken aback by his friend's outburst.

"What kind of stupid stuff?" the raven-haired boy pushed, trying to bite back his anger as he wondered if his friend would actually tell him.

Silence fell between the boys as Harry decided to turn around and face Ron.

A few seconds passed before the raven-haired boy pressed further.

"Well?"

Ron glanced down at his feet before closing his eyes, deciding he needed to just spit it out.

"They're saying you're pregnant" the red haired boy winced as the words left his lips, his eyes wide and expectant.

Harry flinched. He knew what Ron was going to say but it was still a shock to hear it.

"W-what why would they say that?" Harry fumbled, knowing he should just be upfront and honest because it was going to become very much undeniable soon.

"Well" Ron began, not even trying to hide his glances between Harry's eyes and his abdomen. "They do have a point" he cringed as the words left his mouth, preying his best friend didn't feel betrayed.

The raven haired wizard turned away, trying to disguise how much his body was shaking.

"I have to go to the bathroom" Harry finally forced out as walked away from his best friend wishing they would never have this conversation again but knowing otherwise.

Harry sat on the toilet as he pondered his predicament. The truth be told he didn't really need to go, he just needed some space. Privacy was a rare commodity these days as the young wizard rested his head in his hands no wanting to leave the solace of his cubicle.

He knew this moment was coming but dreaded it none the less. There was no denying it anymore. The was no way he could hide the large bump any longer. He might as well face his daemons. A sigh left his lips as he looked up, his eyes meeting the back of the cubicle door. He wished he could just run away from his life, escape the gossiping, evade the unrelenting stares. The young wizard felt tears sting at his eyes as he tried to suppress the sadness and fear rising in his body.

Harry let his body slump against the wall as he felt his mind slip into an abyss of defeat. Maybe he could just run away? He craved freedom, to feel the release surge through his veins. The young wizard closed his eyes, the desire to escape, to live someone else's for a while was simply too enticing. He knew he had to get to class but he simply didn't care as he tore his body to its feet.

Harry stalked across the grounds of Hogwarts before descending a slope, the dark forest appearing on the horizon. He glanced around before his eyes fell on a familiar hut. Hagrid. The young wizard pondered whether he should go visit his best friend, the truth be told he didn't feel like seeing anybody at that point in time, even someone as dear as the giant.

Harry sighed, his eyes lingering on the hut before glancing away. Perhaps not. The young wizard turned back, his tired feet beginning the arduous journey back to the castle.

"Now now dear Harry, you didn't think you'd come out here and not pay me a visit now did ya?"

The young wizard froze, the voice familiar and kind but at this point unwanted.

"Well you see I was just…" Harry began, not entirely sure how he was going to finish the sentence as his body refused to turn and face the giant.

"Come now young Harry" Hagrid began, not giving the boy a chance as he threw his arm around the wizard's shoulders. He felt his body being pulled into a hug, all resistance was pointless as he let Hagrid lead him down the grassy hill towards the hut.

It wasn't long before Harry was sitting at the very large table, greeted by an equally large cup of tea.

"Now Harry, where is Ron and Hermione? How come they aren't with you? They're alright aren't they?" Hagrid began, not hardly giving the boy a chance as a sympathetic expression slid across his eyes.

"y-yes they're fine" Harry began, glancing up at the giant before returning his gaze to the cup.

"We just had a fight is all… Well… Me and Ron did"

"About what?" Hagrid leaned in closer, his eyebrows drawn as he braced for an exciting story.

"It's nothing" Harry expected to see disappointment dissolve all other emotions in the man before him.

But it only made him more intrigued.

"It wasn't about that baby inside you, now was it?"

Harry's eyes bolted open, panic tainting his expression as his body braced, preparing to run.

"You know if Ron won't help you look after it, you can be sure I will"

Harry felt his body give way as Hagrid's kind words sunk into his brain.

Wait… That means Hagrid thinks the baby is…

"It's not Ron's" Harry spat out before halting, deciding it was best to choose his words carefully.

"What do you mean it's not Ron's? Who's else would it be? You're not close enough to anyone else for this to happen"

The young wizard felt his heart pound as he wondered what to say next. He couldn't tell Hagrid the father was Snape could he?! What would he think?! He would never look at him the same again.

"It-It doesn't matter" Harry stuttered before pushing the chair back, preparing for a speedy escape.

"It very much does matter Harry" Hagrid leaned in closer before taking the boys hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"But if you don't want to tell me that's fine too" the giant smiled before leaning back, grasping his cup in his fingers and drawing it to his lips.

"It's not that" Harry began before realising he wasn't actually sure how he wanted to finish that sentence.

"Its fine Harry. All in good time".

The two sat in silence as Harry let his mind wonder. How kind of Hagrid to offer to look after the child but how kind would he be if he knew it was Snapes?