TITLE: My Heart is With You Always
CHAPTER: The Longest Lunch Ever (Chapter 02)
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: teigra_kefira@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Harry/Severus
SERIES: Directly after 'Here With Me' in the Golden Dragon Series
ARCHIVE: My page (), and any place else, please just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13
SUMMARY: Sometimes being with friends isn't always the best thing.
WARNING: Mpreg
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: Markus, the wonderful person that he is, helped me beta this one. Anything that he didn't catch are my own mistakes.
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Harry tried to slip into the Great Hall without being noticed, he really didn't want to be bothered with too many questions today. It was already bothering him that he was going to have to lie about his health, but now he was going to have to lie about why he was so worried and why Professor Snape was not at the Head Table, if anyone asked. Everyone knew where he was spending the school year, so if they had any questions about the man, they were usually directed towards Harry.
Much to his dismay, Harry found that he had arrived late for lunch, so many people had noticed his entrance and Ron was waving him over to a free spot between him and Hermione. Keeping his features schooled, he made his way over to his friends. The little group that sat together had changed several times over the years as people came and went, but this year the little group was the talk of the school. Or at least it had been since it settled together around Christmas time. Of course, as it had been since first year, it was Ron, Hermione and himself, yet it now also had Neville, Ginny and Draco (much to Ron's dismay). There were also many missing faces from the little group; a fellow Gryffindor, who was now in the Ministry's custody, killed Pavarti and Lavender. Little Dennis Creevey, who had joined the Quidditch team the year before, was killed in a Death Eater attack only a few weeks before in Hogsmeade, along with his girlfriend, a fight year Hufflepuff. And finally Colin Creevey, who had left for home shortly after his brothers death, his parents having pulled him out of school, not being able to deal with the fact that there was a war going on. Not that Harry blamed them, he wasn't sure if he wanted to raise a child in a war torn world, especially since he was one of the most hunted people in said war.
Taking his seat at the table, he tried to smile at everyone while grabbing some of the food in front of him and putting it on his plate.
"Hey guys," he mumbled around his first mouthful of food, once again thankful for his husband potion making skills.
"Hey Harry, how you doing mate?" Ron asked while looking him over and shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. "You do look like you've been sick. Did the greasy git really poison you like he's been promising?" He was laughing as he asked, so missed the pained expression that quickly passed over Harry's face, but Hermione didn't.
Trying to sound light hearted, Harry answered. "No Ron, Professor Snape didn't poison me. I was just really sick yesterday. That greasy get was actually really nice to me yesterday. He brewed up a potion to help me feel better and even helped me get back to my room when I could barely walk yesterday but needed to get back after being sick in the loo." Which was something he had really done, but it had been because Harry had had another bout of morning sickness when their lunch had arrived and the smell sent him back to the toilet.
"Really?" Ron breathed, "Who'd have thought the over grown bat would have a heart?" Ginny hit her brother in the arm while Neville nodded and Draco and Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Really." Harry looked annoyed, "and I'm sure the man has a heart, we just don't get to see it that often." Sighing, Harry turned back to his food. After emptying out his stomach earlier that morning, he felt positively starving. He couldn't help but steal a glance at his watch though and nearly choked one a mouthful of mashed potatoes when he saw it was 11:50. Ten minutes left and still nothing.
Suddenly losing his appetite, he let his fork drop to his plate with a clatter, while trying to swallow the mouthful he had. The potatoes no longer tasted light, buttery and moist, but like sawdust. After a moment he realized that everyone was looking at him and he blushed. "Sorry," he mumbled, "still not feeling good." It was a reasonable excuse, as he was feeling like he was now going to bring up what little food he had managed to get down.
Leaning in close to him, Hermione whispered into his ear. "Harry, where's Professor Snape? He didn't' show up at breakfast this morning either."
Turning his head to look at her, "I don't know, he wasn't around this morning. He was supposed to let me know if I was well enough to re-join the student body, but he never showed up and I was really hungry." He toyed around with the food on his plate. "Er... at least I was, now I don't feel good again."
"You don't think he was..." she glanced at the others, but the were already engrossed in a debate about Quidditch, "called?"
Harry toyed with his food some more, trying to decide what to say to her. She was the only other person he knew personally who had made it through this war with as many tragedies as Severus and himself. Taking a deep breath, he answered, "I... I know he was. He should have been back by now and I'm getting worried. He gave me something last night so I could sleep and I slept through anything my scar could have given us."
She listened to him as he rambled on, her own experience in the hands of those monsters still fresh in her memory. She knew the Professor was one of the few Death Eaters who hadn't tortured her in one form or another during her month long captivity. He had also been one of the ones who had helped heal her when she finally got back. She also knew that much of the animosity between the two men was just for show. It didn't take much to realize that Harry liked the Professor and that they were friends in private; there were just little things they did for each other that was really sweet, like Snape taking care of Harry himself yesterday instead of sending him to the hospital wing. Of course, that was when they weren't at each other's throats. Oh they still fought quite often, yet it didn't seem to have the same sting it used to. Actually, it had been one of the things her and Remus had talked about before she had been taken; the two of them seemed to be dancing around each other, not wanting to admit their feelings. It really was obvious if one stopped and took a closer look at the situation. Even she had to admit that Professor Snape wasn't as bad as he seemed a couple of years before.
"When will you know?" She didn't want to make him any more nervous than he already seemed to be, not that many would be able to tell.
"If there is no message by noon, then I have go see the Head Master." He pushed the mashed potatoes around his plate some more, not feeling like eating.
She grinned, "Then you're in luck," pointing to a dark brown barn owl that had just flown into the room. "Looks like an owl is coming now."
Letting his fork clatter to the table again, Harry raised his head expectantly, his eyes snapping to the owl immediately. As it swooped towards the Head Table, he started to pale. "Oh bloody hell, I'm going to be sick." As the owl landed in front of the Head Master, on the stroke of noon, Harry Potter was seen running from the Great Hall with one hand over his mouth.
TBC...
CHAPTER: The Longest Lunch Ever (Chapter 02)
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: teigra_kefira@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Harry/Severus
SERIES: Directly after 'Here With Me' in the Golden Dragon Series
ARCHIVE: My page (), and any place else, please just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13
SUMMARY: Sometimes being with friends isn't always the best thing.
WARNING: Mpreg
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: Markus, the wonderful person that he is, helped me beta this one. Anything that he didn't catch are my own mistakes.
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Harry tried to slip into the Great Hall without being noticed, he really didn't want to be bothered with too many questions today. It was already bothering him that he was going to have to lie about his health, but now he was going to have to lie about why he was so worried and why Professor Snape was not at the Head Table, if anyone asked. Everyone knew where he was spending the school year, so if they had any questions about the man, they were usually directed towards Harry.
Much to his dismay, Harry found that he had arrived late for lunch, so many people had noticed his entrance and Ron was waving him over to a free spot between him and Hermione. Keeping his features schooled, he made his way over to his friends. The little group that sat together had changed several times over the years as people came and went, but this year the little group was the talk of the school. Or at least it had been since it settled together around Christmas time. Of course, as it had been since first year, it was Ron, Hermione and himself, yet it now also had Neville, Ginny and Draco (much to Ron's dismay). There were also many missing faces from the little group; a fellow Gryffindor, who was now in the Ministry's custody, killed Pavarti and Lavender. Little Dennis Creevey, who had joined the Quidditch team the year before, was killed in a Death Eater attack only a few weeks before in Hogsmeade, along with his girlfriend, a fight year Hufflepuff. And finally Colin Creevey, who had left for home shortly after his brothers death, his parents having pulled him out of school, not being able to deal with the fact that there was a war going on. Not that Harry blamed them, he wasn't sure if he wanted to raise a child in a war torn world, especially since he was one of the most hunted people in said war.
Taking his seat at the table, he tried to smile at everyone while grabbing some of the food in front of him and putting it on his plate.
"Hey guys," he mumbled around his first mouthful of food, once again thankful for his husband potion making skills.
"Hey Harry, how you doing mate?" Ron asked while looking him over and shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. "You do look like you've been sick. Did the greasy git really poison you like he's been promising?" He was laughing as he asked, so missed the pained expression that quickly passed over Harry's face, but Hermione didn't.
Trying to sound light hearted, Harry answered. "No Ron, Professor Snape didn't poison me. I was just really sick yesterday. That greasy get was actually really nice to me yesterday. He brewed up a potion to help me feel better and even helped me get back to my room when I could barely walk yesterday but needed to get back after being sick in the loo." Which was something he had really done, but it had been because Harry had had another bout of morning sickness when their lunch had arrived and the smell sent him back to the toilet.
"Really?" Ron breathed, "Who'd have thought the over grown bat would have a heart?" Ginny hit her brother in the arm while Neville nodded and Draco and Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Really." Harry looked annoyed, "and I'm sure the man has a heart, we just don't get to see it that often." Sighing, Harry turned back to his food. After emptying out his stomach earlier that morning, he felt positively starving. He couldn't help but steal a glance at his watch though and nearly choked one a mouthful of mashed potatoes when he saw it was 11:50. Ten minutes left and still nothing.
Suddenly losing his appetite, he let his fork drop to his plate with a clatter, while trying to swallow the mouthful he had. The potatoes no longer tasted light, buttery and moist, but like sawdust. After a moment he realized that everyone was looking at him and he blushed. "Sorry," he mumbled, "still not feeling good." It was a reasonable excuse, as he was feeling like he was now going to bring up what little food he had managed to get down.
Leaning in close to him, Hermione whispered into his ear. "Harry, where's Professor Snape? He didn't' show up at breakfast this morning either."
Turning his head to look at her, "I don't know, he wasn't around this morning. He was supposed to let me know if I was well enough to re-join the student body, but he never showed up and I was really hungry." He toyed around with the food on his plate. "Er... at least I was, now I don't feel good again."
"You don't think he was..." she glanced at the others, but the were already engrossed in a debate about Quidditch, "called?"
Harry toyed with his food some more, trying to decide what to say to her. She was the only other person he knew personally who had made it through this war with as many tragedies as Severus and himself. Taking a deep breath, he answered, "I... I know he was. He should have been back by now and I'm getting worried. He gave me something last night so I could sleep and I slept through anything my scar could have given us."
She listened to him as he rambled on, her own experience in the hands of those monsters still fresh in her memory. She knew the Professor was one of the few Death Eaters who hadn't tortured her in one form or another during her month long captivity. He had also been one of the ones who had helped heal her when she finally got back. She also knew that much of the animosity between the two men was just for show. It didn't take much to realize that Harry liked the Professor and that they were friends in private; there were just little things they did for each other that was really sweet, like Snape taking care of Harry himself yesterday instead of sending him to the hospital wing. Of course, that was when they weren't at each other's throats. Oh they still fought quite often, yet it didn't seem to have the same sting it used to. Actually, it had been one of the things her and Remus had talked about before she had been taken; the two of them seemed to be dancing around each other, not wanting to admit their feelings. It really was obvious if one stopped and took a closer look at the situation. Even she had to admit that Professor Snape wasn't as bad as he seemed a couple of years before.
"When will you know?" She didn't want to make him any more nervous than he already seemed to be, not that many would be able to tell.
"If there is no message by noon, then I have go see the Head Master." He pushed the mashed potatoes around his plate some more, not feeling like eating.
She grinned, "Then you're in luck," pointing to a dark brown barn owl that had just flown into the room. "Looks like an owl is coming now."
Letting his fork clatter to the table again, Harry raised his head expectantly, his eyes snapping to the owl immediately. As it swooped towards the Head Table, he started to pale. "Oh bloody hell, I'm going to be sick." As the owl landed in front of the Head Master, on the stroke of noon, Harry Potter was seen running from the Great Hall with one hand over his mouth.
TBC...
