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This chapter is Rated ***R*** for sexual content between HARRY POTTER and SEVERUS SNAPE. Don't like it? Skip it. It's marked. In addition, PG-13 in other places for baaad words.
Midori-sama: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, deedeeladeedee, there they are a-standing in a row! Bum, bum, bum! Big ones, small ones, some as big as your hea-
Chibi Psycho-Pyro: Die Mutinous Scum!
Midori-sama: Nani? [What?] Has she gone mad?
JewlzBlack: Gone? She's been there, hun. For a long time.
Chibi Psycho Pyro: *grumbles* I resemble that remark.
Nagini: *not looking up from a card-game of Solitaire* We know.
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LAST CHAPTER:
Night rolled around, and Harry flopped onto his bed, pulling the book onto his stomach as he opened to a random page, skimming. Throwing up in the morning, slightly larger appetite, etc., etc… Harry had all of these symptoms! Shocked, Harry looked at the top of the page and nearly fainted on spot. Apparently,… he was pregnant.
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Rated at a high R:
Harry bent over his lover's still form, placing a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Gazing serenely at the sleeping man, he thought about how calm Severus always seemed when he was sleeping, as if he hadn't a care in the world. And while he hated to ruin this picture of innocence… he was really aroused. And besides, he was sixteen, what sixteen-year-old male isn't randy and wanting some action?
Lying next to Severus, he gently placed kisses down his bare chest, leaving a trail of them leading down to his boxer shorts, licking the flesh right under his bellybutton, which had dark short hairs, trailing down to his pubic region. Grinning like a fool on the inside, Harry slowly lifted the elastic band over his erection, and pulled them off of Severus' legs gently, kissing down a pale thigh and calf. Nipping gently at Severus' ankle, he dropped the boxers over the edge of the bed, making wet kissed up the other leg, cupping his lover's ass.
"So gorgeous," Harry whispered to himself softly, gently parting Severus' legs, trying not to rouse him from his slumber. Settling himself between his legs, Harry set to work, wrapping his lips around Severus' erection, he began to bob his head in a slow rhythm, licking and sucking all at once.
Severus made a moan in the back of his throat, slowly waking up, and blinked, biting back a loud groan as Harry lifted himself from Severus with a big grin on his face.
"Hello sweetheart," Harry said with an evil grin as Severus shifted uncomfortably, wanting that warm, wet heat wrapped around him again.
"I thought I told you not to call me that; ever," Severus said sourly. "I also told you to finish what you start," he said, not really mad, just hot as hell and wanting more. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked at Harry seriously.
"And how often do I ever listen to you?" Harry said with a smile, crawling up onto Severus, running a hand through his long hair.
"Rarely if ever," Severus smirked, kissing Harry soundly, causing the younger man to moan loudly into his mouth as his hand stroked Harry's erection through his robes. Harry never wore anything under them when he came to visit in the night. He pulled the robes up, slipping his hand in and took hold of-
Rated PG-13:
Harry groaned in disappointment as he awoke from his dream, letting out a frustrated sigh. He missed Severus, and –
"Holy shit, I'm pregnant." Harry's thought instantly turned from aroused to worried. How could this have happened?! And how could he have fallen asleep while his thoughts should be on something else!? Like potentially being pregnant!
'Well I wouldn't be surprised this happened if I was a GIRL!' Harry's thoughts screamed at him. He could hardly believe what was going on. 'Oh yes, I'm just so pleased that I'm such a freak that I'm frigging pregnant!' Harry's mind raced. 'Well… maybe it's just a fluke, or… maybe… maybe I'm just imagining things or… something! Hermione! Hermione will know if a guy can get pregnant or not! She knows everything. I mean, I can't exactly ask Severus, he'll either think I'm weird or freak out, and I can't even imagine how embarrassing how embarrassing it would be to ask Dumbledore, and considering I haven't written to Remus in gods-know-how long he'll probably think it suspicious for me to owl him out of the blue on something like that, and I know Sirius will automatically assume the worst and- Okay. Calm. Down. I can get through this. Pen. Paper. Owl. I have these things. Write… can I even write? Wait. I can write. Okay. Letter to Hermione. Breathe. I can do this.' Harry's thoughts were a scrambled mess and if he couldn't even think straight and not panic, how would he get to writing a letter without making a fool of himself?
Pulling out a piece of paper and the pencil, he bit his lip and decided to go with a neutral approach. Not lie to her, but not outright say he thinks he might be pregnant. 'Although, if it's at all possible for a guy to get pregnant in the wizarding world, then Hermione will automatically know,' Harry thought with a frustrated groan.
He decided to take the chance of her knowing, so he would know for himself.
Dear Hermione,
How's your summer so far? Are you having fun or are you just doing all of your homework at once? /Right Harry, try with the casual approach. Letter to a friend. You can do this./ Make sure you get out some. I hope you aren't too upset over Ron, and if you are, don't be. I'm not. /Blatant lie./ Anyway, I was just wondering, what with all that's been going on, is it possible for a guy to get pregnant? Like a wizard? That's been nagging at me for a while now. /Yeah, if you count a half an hour of being awake a while./ I figured if anyone would know, it would be you. Anyway, I was just wondering, and wanted to make sure you weren't working away like a crazy person and wasting your summer, or being upset over Ron. He'll come around. At least to you. /I hope./
Lots of Love,
Harry
Harry slapped his forehead, and groaned, really hoping this was just a complete accident on his behalf of being worried.
It was probably nothing…. Yeah right.
Hermione took her brush through her long bushy hair, opening a letter from Viktor. The two had decided to be just friends, as they were constantly too far apart to really be close in a relationship. Well, that and Hermione thought he was too into Quidditch to really be of a complete interest to her romantically. She also had much more of a taste in fair-haired men.
"Heck, if Malfoy wasn't such a git, I'd think he was attractive," she muttered to herself, reading over the contents of the letter. Viktor went wild in this one, terribly excited about his last Quidditch game apparently. She refused to admit to herself that she thought that Draco was very attractive. At a 'click, clicking' sound, she turned her attention to the window, where Hedwig tapped at her window impatiently. Standing up, and quickly tying back her hair with a ponytail fastener, she lifted up the window and the snowy owl glided inside, landing on her dresser.
"Hi Hedwig," she said with a smile, quickly shutting it again, so as not to let the chilly night air in. "Give me a moment and I'll go get you some water." Hermione walked out her room, straightening her nightgown, and walked back in with a small bowl of water a few minutes later.
Carefully retrieving the letter from Hedwig's leg, she smiled at the animal and read the letter over quickly, a frown on her face, but not from being upset.
"Why on earth would Harry want to know something like that?" she muttered to herself, absently stroking Hedwig's soft feathers. Writing a quick, yet overly thorough response, she knitted her brow in confusion. Could Harry possibly be…?
No. He couldn't possibly…. Well, technically….
He couldn't be. He just couldn't. And that was final.
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