Author's Notes: I know that Voldemort teleporting people is impossible, but let's just forget that little detail, shall we? Afterall, who cares as long as there is a change to torture Snape!
__________________________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter 4_____________________________________
Lucius Malfoy picked himself up off the floor, his leg still twitching from the Crucatius he just recieved. He attempted to look composed as he slowly lifted his head and looked at the Dark Lord. "I am truly sorry for my son's delay, my Lord. It will never happen again."
"Of course it won't happen again, Father." Draco suddenly piped up. Malfoy turned, eyes wide, at his pompous son. He half expected the boy to withing around in pain by now, but much to his suprise, the Dark Lord just chuckled. Draco sighed heavily, like he was carrying the burden of the world. "I mean, really, do you actually expect me to do this again? I'm already pregnant, and I am not enjoying it to say the least. I don't expect to ever take this job ever again. I'm sorry Father, but next time you can fuck the Potty boy."
"Why I oughta-"
"Now, now, Malfoy." Voldemort's snake like voice interupted him. "You dont' want to stress the poor boy. If your son miscarraiges, you'll be taking his place."
"I..." Malfoy stared, then sighed heavily. "Sorry."
"It's okay, Father." Draco beamed at Lord Voldemort.
"My Lord, don't you think, now that Draco has proven his loyalty, he should recieve the Mark?" Malfoy asked. Draco cringed and watched with wide eyes as Voldemort developed a thoughtful look.
"Uh, wait!" Draco yelped. "What if the strain is too much for the baby? I mean, that wouldn't be good, right?"
"Draco, I'm quite sure-"
"Malfoy, your son does have a point."
"Why are you always taking his side!" Malfoy suddenly whined. Lord Voldemort stared at him, while Draco hid a chuckle. Malfoy coughed in an uncomfortable manor before straightening his robes. "I mean, of course my son has a point. Very well. We shall give him the Mark after the baby is born."
"Very well, it is settled!" Voldemort clapped his hands together and suddenly a man appeared next to Draco. "Ah! Severus, there you are!"
"Uh, My Lord... Dont' you think you could give me a bit of a warning before you teleport me like that?" Severus Snape asked. Voldemort simply fiddled with his wand in a menacing manor. Snape coughed and tightened the green bath towel around his waist. "Right, never mind. May I help you, Master?"
"Young Mr. Malfoy here has taken it upon himself to help me in a grave matter, Snape." Voldemort explained. "He is carrying a heavy load and will need your aid. I expect you to help him in anything that he will need, understood?"
"Yes, My Lord." Snape replied. Snape glanced at Draco who smiled slightly.
"You might as well inform that blasted Dumbledore about the situation. Draco is pregnant." Snape struggled to retrieve his grip on his towel as the Dark Lord continued. "He will need to be very well protected. I expect you to do this, Snape."
"Of course, My Lord." Snape said, managing barely to keep his personal bits covered by the green towel. Draco, much to Snape's anger, was subtly staring at his back end.
"That is all." Voldemort nodded to Snape, and with a little pop he and Draco had disapeared. Voldemort turned to Malfoy and gave him a snake-like smile. "I expect this to go well, Malfoy. If not, it shall lay upon your head."
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"I really do not want to know what you've got yourself into this time, Mr. Malfoy." Snape said as they appeared in his bathroom. Snape sighed and quickly ushered the blonde out so he could change. Draco leaned against the wall and listened to his teacher mutter to himself inside. "Stupid, stupid boy! Going and letting Voldemort impregnate him. Even his father wasn't that stupid."
"Hey!" Draco yelled. "It's not like I had much of a choice, ya know! Once the Dark Lord decides, well! There is no way to get reason into the half-blood head of his, is there?"
"Oh, Merlin, that I know!" Snape replied, opened the door while pulling on his outer robe. "You know, he once talked me into pretending to be an escort for some Auror. He seemed to think that the silly bint would spill all his secrets in the throws of sex. Nonesense if you ask me."
"Oh, I dont' know..." Draco said softly, his eyes getting a bit dreamy. "That Weasley said quite a few interest- er... uhh..."
"What did you say?" Snape asked, becomming serious. "Did I hear that correctly?"
"Well, that all depends on what you heard, doesn't it?" Draco replied airily, hoping Snape didn't dare to repeat what had passed his lips.
"Something about a Weasley saying interesting things during sex." Snape spoke snidely. He stared a Draco, unblinkingly, then groaned. "Oh, no! Draco! You didn't, did you? Tell me you didn't?"
"Umm... I didn't?"
"Shit!" Snape cursed. He went over to the firplace and threw in some Floo Powder. "Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Ah, Severus! How are things? Fine I hope." The Dumbledore-Head greeted. He looked past Snape and spotted the paler-than-usual Draco. "Why, Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
"We have a problem, Headmaster." Snape said smoothly, hiding his panic. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"Very well, Severus, to my office, hmm?"
Snape nodded as the head dissapeared. He gestured for Draco to follow him, before stepping inside, and yelling the destination. When Draco finally stepped through the Floo Network, he quickly worked to brush his robes off and look presentable. He might be about to get in trouble, but the least he could do was look good while it happened. Snape was already seated across the desk from Professor Dumbledore. Draco looked at them both and the Headmaster immediately offered him a lemon drop. Declining, Draco sat down.
"Well, now, what seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling. Draco fought the urge to transfigure some sunglasses.
"Mr. Malfoy has discovered a very interesting thing out." Snape turned to Draco grimly. "Haven't we, Draco?"
"Er.... Yes." Draco said. He cleared his throat and looked Dumbledore in the eye. "You see, Headmaster, I seem to have gotten... well... knocked up." Dumbledore simply smiled. Draco cleared his throat again and tried to make what he said more clear. "I'm pregnant. Knocked up. Eating for two. You do understand, right?"
"Of course he understands!" Snape hissed, shaking his head. "Albus is just... Nevermind, even I don't understand the man."
"Now, now Severus!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully. "No need to get all upset. Now, Draco, my boy... Do you mind me asking who the father is? He will be alerted of course?"
"Har-"
"Headmaster." Snape interupted the boy. "This is a bit more serious than we originally thought. But, due to certain cercumstances I can not say what is the serious nature..."
"Hmmm..." Dumbledore nodded, then clapped his hands. "The truth will be fine, Severus. Draco, tell me, what do you think of Lord Voldemort?"
"Snake-Head?" Draco stiffled a laugh. "The man is insane. Him! A Half-blood trying to rule the wizarding world. Rather ridiculous if you ask me." It was the that Draco realized Snape had heard him. "I mean... Uh, Professor Snape, I was jok-"
"Quite alright, Draco." Snape said, smiling an actual smile. "May I ask what side you are on?"
"Truthfully?" Draco gave a sheepish grin. "I was just planning on letting Potter and Old Voldie-Snake fight, then claim to be on the winning side."
"A true Slytherin if I've ever seen one." Dumbledore chuckled.
"Headmaster-"
"Now, now, Severus!" Dumbledore twinkled. "I think it is safe to say we can trust Mr. Malfoy with the truth."
"If you say so, sir." Snape said, obviously not enjoying the idea. "But it's on your head when it backfires."
"Of course." Dumbledore grinned, making Snape roll his eyes. "You see, Mr. Malfoy, things are not as they seem. Spoes are everywhere, you know. I should know, I've ordered one into Voldemort's inner circles after all." Dumbledore developed a pleased smile on his face. "Quite the good idea if you ask me. Anyway, Professor Snape here is actually on the Light side. So your free to say anything you want! Go ahead."
"What?" Draco blinked.
"Headmaster, I told you-"
"Come no, Severus." Dumbledore yet again interupted him. "Draco, you do understand do you not?"
"You mean Professor Snape is a spy?" The old man nodded. "And he's on the Light side?" Another nod. "Oh... Well... That makes sense."
"Now, on to more serious matters!" Dumbledore said, speaking before Snape could question what Draco meant. "Who's the father?"
"In all truth, Headmaster," Draco replied, "It's Ron Weasley. But if the Dark Lord found that out, he's kill me! He thinks it's Harry Potter."
"I see..." Dumbledore tapped his chin thoutfully. "Well, looks like we'll just have to pretend it's Mr. Potter for now, then later on we shall tell both of them the truth. You will of course get your own rooms, as soon as the side effects of pregnancy start up." Dumcledore suddenly stood and began ushering the two toward the fireplace. "nowif you dont' mind, I was in the middle of a mental game of Wizard's Chess with the Sorting Hat."
_______________End Notes_______________
it took me forever to write this chapter. I kept running out of my odd sense of humor. heh. finally it's done! wee! hopefully other chapters ont be as delayed.
__________________________________Operation: Voldie's Heir - Chapter 4_____________________________________
Lucius Malfoy picked himself up off the floor, his leg still twitching from the Crucatius he just recieved. He attempted to look composed as he slowly lifted his head and looked at the Dark Lord. "I am truly sorry for my son's delay, my Lord. It will never happen again."
"Of course it won't happen again, Father." Draco suddenly piped up. Malfoy turned, eyes wide, at his pompous son. He half expected the boy to withing around in pain by now, but much to his suprise, the Dark Lord just chuckled. Draco sighed heavily, like he was carrying the burden of the world. "I mean, really, do you actually expect me to do this again? I'm already pregnant, and I am not enjoying it to say the least. I don't expect to ever take this job ever again. I'm sorry Father, but next time you can fuck the Potty boy."
"Why I oughta-"
"Now, now, Malfoy." Voldemort's snake like voice interupted him. "You dont' want to stress the poor boy. If your son miscarraiges, you'll be taking his place."
"I..." Malfoy stared, then sighed heavily. "Sorry."
"It's okay, Father." Draco beamed at Lord Voldemort.
"My Lord, don't you think, now that Draco has proven his loyalty, he should recieve the Mark?" Malfoy asked. Draco cringed and watched with wide eyes as Voldemort developed a thoughtful look.
"Uh, wait!" Draco yelped. "What if the strain is too much for the baby? I mean, that wouldn't be good, right?"
"Draco, I'm quite sure-"
"Malfoy, your son does have a point."
"Why are you always taking his side!" Malfoy suddenly whined. Lord Voldemort stared at him, while Draco hid a chuckle. Malfoy coughed in an uncomfortable manor before straightening his robes. "I mean, of course my son has a point. Very well. We shall give him the Mark after the baby is born."
"Very well, it is settled!" Voldemort clapped his hands together and suddenly a man appeared next to Draco. "Ah! Severus, there you are!"
"Uh, My Lord... Dont' you think you could give me a bit of a warning before you teleport me like that?" Severus Snape asked. Voldemort simply fiddled with his wand in a menacing manor. Snape coughed and tightened the green bath towel around his waist. "Right, never mind. May I help you, Master?"
"Young Mr. Malfoy here has taken it upon himself to help me in a grave matter, Snape." Voldemort explained. "He is carrying a heavy load and will need your aid. I expect you to help him in anything that he will need, understood?"
"Yes, My Lord." Snape replied. Snape glanced at Draco who smiled slightly.
"You might as well inform that blasted Dumbledore about the situation. Draco is pregnant." Snape struggled to retrieve his grip on his towel as the Dark Lord continued. "He will need to be very well protected. I expect you to do this, Snape."
"Of course, My Lord." Snape said, managing barely to keep his personal bits covered by the green towel. Draco, much to Snape's anger, was subtly staring at his back end.
"That is all." Voldemort nodded to Snape, and with a little pop he and Draco had disapeared. Voldemort turned to Malfoy and gave him a snake-like smile. "I expect this to go well, Malfoy. If not, it shall lay upon your head."
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"I really do not want to know what you've got yourself into this time, Mr. Malfoy." Snape said as they appeared in his bathroom. Snape sighed and quickly ushered the blonde out so he could change. Draco leaned against the wall and listened to his teacher mutter to himself inside. "Stupid, stupid boy! Going and letting Voldemort impregnate him. Even his father wasn't that stupid."
"Hey!" Draco yelled. "It's not like I had much of a choice, ya know! Once the Dark Lord decides, well! There is no way to get reason into the half-blood head of his, is there?"
"Oh, Merlin, that I know!" Snape replied, opened the door while pulling on his outer robe. "You know, he once talked me into pretending to be an escort for some Auror. He seemed to think that the silly bint would spill all his secrets in the throws of sex. Nonesense if you ask me."
"Oh, I dont' know..." Draco said softly, his eyes getting a bit dreamy. "That Weasley said quite a few interest- er... uhh..."
"What did you say?" Snape asked, becomming serious. "Did I hear that correctly?"
"Well, that all depends on what you heard, doesn't it?" Draco replied airily, hoping Snape didn't dare to repeat what had passed his lips.
"Something about a Weasley saying interesting things during sex." Snape spoke snidely. He stared a Draco, unblinkingly, then groaned. "Oh, no! Draco! You didn't, did you? Tell me you didn't?"
"Umm... I didn't?"
"Shit!" Snape cursed. He went over to the firplace and threw in some Floo Powder. "Headmaster Dumbledore!"
"Ah, Severus! How are things? Fine I hope." The Dumbledore-Head greeted. He looked past Snape and spotted the paler-than-usual Draco. "Why, Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing here?"
"We have a problem, Headmaster." Snape said smoothly, hiding his panic. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"Very well, Severus, to my office, hmm?"
Snape nodded as the head dissapeared. He gestured for Draco to follow him, before stepping inside, and yelling the destination. When Draco finally stepped through the Floo Network, he quickly worked to brush his robes off and look presentable. He might be about to get in trouble, but the least he could do was look good while it happened. Snape was already seated across the desk from Professor Dumbledore. Draco looked at them both and the Headmaster immediately offered him a lemon drop. Declining, Draco sat down.
"Well, now, what seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling. Draco fought the urge to transfigure some sunglasses.
"Mr. Malfoy has discovered a very interesting thing out." Snape turned to Draco grimly. "Haven't we, Draco?"
"Er.... Yes." Draco said. He cleared his throat and looked Dumbledore in the eye. "You see, Headmaster, I seem to have gotten... well... knocked up." Dumbledore simply smiled. Draco cleared his throat again and tried to make what he said more clear. "I'm pregnant. Knocked up. Eating for two. You do understand, right?"
"Of course he understands!" Snape hissed, shaking his head. "Albus is just... Nevermind, even I don't understand the man."
"Now, now Severus!" Dumbledore exclaimed cheerfully. "No need to get all upset. Now, Draco, my boy... Do you mind me asking who the father is? He will be alerted of course?"
"Har-"
"Headmaster." Snape interupted the boy. "This is a bit more serious than we originally thought. But, due to certain cercumstances I can not say what is the serious nature..."
"Hmmm..." Dumbledore nodded, then clapped his hands. "The truth will be fine, Severus. Draco, tell me, what do you think of Lord Voldemort?"
"Snake-Head?" Draco stiffled a laugh. "The man is insane. Him! A Half-blood trying to rule the wizarding world. Rather ridiculous if you ask me." It was the that Draco realized Snape had heard him. "I mean... Uh, Professor Snape, I was jok-"
"Quite alright, Draco." Snape said, smiling an actual smile. "May I ask what side you are on?"
"Truthfully?" Draco gave a sheepish grin. "I was just planning on letting Potter and Old Voldie-Snake fight, then claim to be on the winning side."
"A true Slytherin if I've ever seen one." Dumbledore chuckled.
"Headmaster-"
"Now, now, Severus!" Dumbledore twinkled. "I think it is safe to say we can trust Mr. Malfoy with the truth."
"If you say so, sir." Snape said, obviously not enjoying the idea. "But it's on your head when it backfires."
"Of course." Dumbledore grinned, making Snape roll his eyes. "You see, Mr. Malfoy, things are not as they seem. Spoes are everywhere, you know. I should know, I've ordered one into Voldemort's inner circles after all." Dumbledore developed a pleased smile on his face. "Quite the good idea if you ask me. Anyway, Professor Snape here is actually on the Light side. So your free to say anything you want! Go ahead."
"What?" Draco blinked.
"Headmaster, I told you-"
"Come no, Severus." Dumbledore yet again interupted him. "Draco, you do understand do you not?"
"You mean Professor Snape is a spy?" The old man nodded. "And he's on the Light side?" Another nod. "Oh... Well... That makes sense."
"Now, on to more serious matters!" Dumbledore said, speaking before Snape could question what Draco meant. "Who's the father?"
"In all truth, Headmaster," Draco replied, "It's Ron Weasley. But if the Dark Lord found that out, he's kill me! He thinks it's Harry Potter."
"I see..." Dumbledore tapped his chin thoutfully. "Well, looks like we'll just have to pretend it's Mr. Potter for now, then later on we shall tell both of them the truth. You will of course get your own rooms, as soon as the side effects of pregnancy start up." Dumcledore suddenly stood and began ushering the two toward the fireplace. "nowif you dont' mind, I was in the middle of a mental game of Wizard's Chess with the Sorting Hat."
_______________End Notes_______________
it took me forever to write this chapter. I kept running out of my odd sense of humor. heh. finally it's done! wee! hopefully other chapters ont be as delayed.