One night while procrastinating…I stumbled upon a mpreg Snape/Harry story. If I tried to describe it now, I think I'd falter and die of the memory. So instead, here goes a completely random and stupid story and two insane people.
Disclaimer: I don't actually write Snape/Harry/mpreg/pedophile because it's so canon.
Snape, Our Baby!
Running through the great hall at lightning speed, Harry Potter gradually approached Professor Snape at the teachers' table from his hundred meter sprint. All eyes turned on him, wondering, why was Harry Potter approaching Snape without his infamous angry-Snape-immakillyou-glare? And- what business could Harry Potter be doing right out of the bathroom? In fact, Harry's face had a slight hint of pink on it, but that could be due to his mad sprinting skills.
"Snape…Snape…" Harry gasped for air as he stood three inches away from Snape's face. His breath fogged up the potion master's face.
"Yes, Potter?" Snape snarled with his upper lip curled.
Harry whipped up a pointy object from his robes that looked rather suspiciously like a pregnancy test tube.
"Snape, our baby--"
A blinding flash of pretty lime green light shot through Snape's wand magically.
Man, Harry didn't even get to finish his sentence when Snape killed him with aveda kedavra.
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