Title: My Boyfriend, The Prostitute
Author: Kloak Dark aka Vale
Warnings: AU, OOCness based on AU, references to prostitution
AN: This is my first fic using first person point of view, so please bare with me through this and give me any criticism you'd think would help my writing. This is just sort of an odd story that popped into my head while listening to a song by Decembrists, and will probably later evolve into a fic about what would happen if Draco and Harry were prostitutes and Severus ran into them, but so far in this one, it's just about Harry and Sevvy's relationship. And Harry's pregnancy >.>. Thank you to all those that commented, which would be Jilliane, -first review dance-, Ruth01, willowtree16, fragonknight01, Hombares, SeriousSiriusFan (apparently not as serious as you thought . ), S, KittenBabyGirl, and RavenLeeSnake. A special thanks to all of you, who read and replied within two days of publishing o.o bows This does not mean all you people should stop reviewing, btw, since that would make me very sad T.T
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Severus, I wish I did, but then I wouldn't get to see book seven…
Even in the wizarding world, male pregnancy is very rare. I say this to give those who weren't privy to this information a peek into how astonished I was when my sort of boyfriend told me he was pregnant. I say sort of because we hadn't really done anything official as far as dating, just had, lots of sex…
It was later explained to me the reasoning behind how my lover became pregnant, even with it being such a rarity, but for now, you will have to experience it as I did. Astonished and bewildered:
I simply blinked at him for several long seconds before getting out of bed, walking into the bathroom, and splashing my face with water. Upon determining that I was indeed awake, I walked back into the room and sat down on the bed, simply looking at him for a long while.
After a time he became uncomfortable and started squirming, before sighing and crawling into my lap. This was not something he ever really did, since I normally did not allow him to get that far before telling him to stop. However, on this occasion, I not only let him crawl into my lap, and wrapped my arms around him and started playing with his hair.
This is something I do when I'm not sure how to react, I fiddle and fidget with things. It's less likely to be noticed if it's his hair I'm running my fingers through and not my own, since that's a very noticeable sign of agitation and a million other overly complicated emotions that have to do with people in relationships which apparently we now were.
Leaning down, I kissed his forehead and sighed. "Is it mine?" I realize that's quite insensitive, but he does make a living letting other men use his body for pleasure and I had never required him to stop doing so. I'm a jealous man, that much can be said, but I'm not one to deprive someone of their livelihood simply because I disapprove.
"Of course." He mumbled, lips pressed to my collar bone. It's still very odd that he's cuddled to me. When one is used to being a man that intimidates everyone, having someone sit in your lap so they feel protected is quite strange indeed.
My hand slid over his back to gently soothe him, before we both eventually stretched out on the bed, or rather, I stretched out on the bed and he laid on top of me. He'd always preferred it the other way, but somehow I always felt I was going to crush him and right now it would feel especially so.
Leaning forward, he kissed my lips gently. Somehow, I could tell he was as confused as I was about this whole thing, and for good reason. It wasn't everyday a male got pregnant. Wrapping my arm around his waist, and moved us both onto our sides, running my hand down his torso and the slight curve of his hips.
It is easy to see why he made his living as he did, with skin softer than most women's, gorgeous green eyes, slightly toned stomach, feminine curves, and that tight ass, it would be hard to resist him. Hell, in my own case it was impossible.
He was huddled close to me again, one leg over both of mine and his face buried into my shoulder so that I could not see it, but feel his warm breath and hear his muffled words when he finally decided to speak. Damn boner….
"What should we do?"
His words are so shaky, and I think he's probably scared, of what I'm not sure. Pain? It's possible, but doubtful in his case. "Depends on what you mean by what. If you're asking whether we should keep the baby or not I'd say yes, beyond that I don't know."
I know his breath caught at that moment because it was no longer puffing on my skin, and then when he released it there was an altogether too pleasing warm breath. Again I say, damned boner.
"I meant, about us. What are we going to do about that?" His poor little voice was shakier than before, and I realized what he was so scared of: rejection. Boy, I hadn't felt that fear in a long time. Maybe that's because I'm currently in love with a very cute, pregnant prostitute.
Slipping my hand back up to his face, and gently cupping his cheek, I rub my thumb over his chin and kiss his full lips carefully. "What do you want to do?"
He was getting frustrated with me by this point, but his frustration was overpowered with his embarrassment. Whatever he was thinking was causing him to go pink all over, and he opened and closed his mouth several times with no sound coming out. Stopping, he took a deep breath and then let it out. "I want to be more than just your lover, or your escort, or whatever you view me as."
It seemed that had taken a lot of courage from him, but it surprised me a little. I'm still very used to being the snarky potions master and having such things said to me is just sort of… strange. I took in a deep breath of my own and then exhaled. Somehow that really did make things easier to get out. We'd been 'dating' for about six months now, though sometimes it was hard to believe it had been that long. So, the next logical step was… "Harry Potter, will you be mine, always and forever?"