Disclaimer: AU, OOC. Rated M for mpreg!
A fairy-winged Harry sat sobbing in his room, staring at two pictures in green frames: Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy.
How could two wonderful guys like that like fat old me? he thought tearfully, blowing his nose on a wad of pink tissue. I'm such a spoiled little bitch
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At this point the real author (who is not a slash fan or a mpreg fan or a fan of teacher-on-student anything) realizes that she has clicked on the wrong story (damned broken mouse!). Just to make sure she scrolls down the page and catches words such as "cuddles" and "tickle wickle" and "Professor, ohhh Professor". She hurriedly hits the back button and looks stealthily around her living room, hoping that no one was reading what she was looking at on the computer.
Apologies for the short chapter, but I could not aptly describe my slashfic experience any other way ;P
More to come later in other, more disturbing genres.