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Severus furrowed his brow as he walked through the thick fog that had settled over the mossy forest floor.
How was he supposed to find what he needed through that heavy veil?
He murmured under his breath and a small light appeared at the end of his wand.
With a scowl, Severus pointed its brightness towards the ground to let its brightness penetrate the smoke-like condensation.
He walked slowly, leaves and branches crunching under his black shoes as he combed through the wispy covering of hanging moisture until he happened across a batch of turnamen flowers.
Sometimes Severus wondered why he didnt pay an errand boy to collect his potions ingredients for him, but then he remembered….no one would gather the needed supplies with the thoughtfulness or attention that he did.
Turnamen flowers were soft and delicate, with fragile, pale blossoms sprouting from their stems and hard, pink centers in the middle that had to be harvested by a skilled set of fingers.
Gentle twisting was best, forceful yanking would ruin the integrity of the buds and cause the nutrients within to leak out in a sudden, wasteful rush.
Severus narrowed his eyes at the flowers as he reached out his pale, elegant hands and grasped two of one particular blossom's firm, pink pistils.
His scowl deepened after a full minute of careful twisting passed and he was still unable to dislodge his targets from the plant itself.
Using just enough force not to overwhelm the tips of the flower, Severus pinched those hardened nubs a bit tighter and tried again.
As he worked, a grimace of annoyed concentration clouded his face and he sighed to himself.
Perhaps he should look into paying someone after all?
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Harriet woke with a sigh at the blissful sensation.
As she neared her third trimester, her neglected breasts had grown more and more sensitive, an ache that she sometimes worked to massage away herself, but never before had she….
Had she…..
The delightful tug and pressure that Harriet felt on her tender nipples made her gasp as she cracked her eyes open.
She blinked for a moment.
She was awake.
It was morning.
That meant the feeling was real, it wasn't a-
Harriet glanced down and whimpered when she saw Severus's elegant fingers working furiously on her swollen glands, causing her pink peaks to harden angrily.
A flood of arousal washed over her as she watched her heavy breasts sit in the alpha's strong hands, cradled by his smooth palms.
Harriet's cheeks heated with a blush while the thrumming of arousal beat within her.
How many times had Harriet watched Severus use his graceful hands to prepare the ingredients and brew the most difficult potions by pushing a cauldron's mixture to its boiling point?
Now, his graceful hands were on her, pushing her towards her own boiling point, vying against her discretion to make her bubble over.
What should Mother Hen do?
What was Father Raven doing?!
Harriet knew that if she called out, he would stop, and that was the last thing she wanted.
She and Severus had mentioned no romance, no sexual feelings towards each other in their daily chats.
Had Father Raven finally noticed the way Mother Hen looked at him?
Had he read her thoughts?
Did he think since he was posing as her alpha that he could just take whatever he wanted of her?
Harriet tried very hard not to be exhilarated by that idea.
Instead, she attempted to hide from her true feelings and desires behind a shield of angry offense.
Would she wake up tomorrow with Father Raven's face between her thighs while he tasted her on a whim?
Harriet silently scolded herself for the heat that flared in her core at that mental image.
No, there had to be something else, Father Raven was far too disciplined to become a slave to his own wants.
Perhaps he heard her whining in her sleep?
Perhaps he had noticed the drops of early milk that sometimes managed to wet her clothing?
Harriet cleared her throat and concentrated on ignoring the mercilessly delightful sensations elicited by Father Raven's masterful fingertips.
After she gathered her courage, she turned her head towards Severus, who was lying behind her, in his new usual place to rest each night.
Harriet scowled when she saw that his eyes were tightly shut and his breathing was deep and rhythmic.
Harriet's heart plummeted as it dawned on her that he was actually…..asleep.
With a frustrated sigh, she turned her head back around and laid a hand over her womb as the little one within began to move and kick, signaling that he or she had woken as well.
Agitated by the warmth that was pooling between her legs and the teasing accident that was contributing to it, Harriet let out a quiet moan as she allowed Father Raven to continue his motions.
Careful not to disturb him, she snaked a hand down under her belly to reach what she could of her womanhood.
Father Raven wouldn't have to know that Harriet allowed herself to close her eyes and enter a dream of her own choosing.
As she waited for Severus to wake, she dreamed that the skillful touches he lavished upon her were no accident.
No, not an accident at all~.
He had come to her purposely and seduced her, begging her to couple with him so they could feel each other.
Harriet thought of how good it would feel to have Father Raven's mouth making its way across her skin as his fingers ghosted across her curves.
Harriet fantasized about the things Father Raven could whisper in his ear with his witty tongue, able to be cutting, tender, and genuine all at once.
While Father Raven tended his flowers in his dream, Harriet looked after her own flower, massaging its delicate petals.
It was difficult, really it was, to live with an alpha, to sleep next to an alpha, the father of her child, without any kiss, touch, or sign of affection at all.
Harriet knew that she and Severus weren't mates, but that didn't mean she couldn't indulge in a fantasy.
She bit her lip when the slickness of her arousal wet her fingers.
It was that scent that pulled Severus from the foggy forest in his dream.
The omega next to him may not have been in heat, but the hormone-heightened smell of her neediness went straight to his brain.
Severus slowly blinked as he became aware of where he was lying in bed with his legs folded up and his hands…..
His hands…..
His black eyes widened as he curiously squeezed the soft weight of Harriet's breasts in his palms.
When he was rewarded with a wanton cry from Harriet, his throat went dry and his manhood twitched in his black trousers.
To his shock, Father Raven realized the source of that pleasant smell.
"Potter! What are you doing?!" Severus snapped as he sat bolt upright.
Harriet rolled onto her back to stare up at him and Severus wished that she hadn't.
The covers were down and his view was unobstructed.
Harriet had one hand lying over her belly, full with his child, her magnificent breasts demurely stayed within the confines of her nightshirt, but her nipples taunted him as the fluid Severus had coaxed from them dampened the fabric.
Her green eyes were half-lidded as she gazed at him with the lovely spanse of her vibrant hair fanned out behind her head on the pillow.
Severus furrowed his brow as he stared at the hand that Harriet had placed directly over her womanhood.
"Are you so shameless or so foolish, Potter, as to fondle yourself in front of an unmated alpha?" Severus purred as his black eyes glimmered with lust.
Harriet wanted him.
Harriet had him and she knew it.
She only needed to press a little further and then she'd break his walls down so he could break her.
"It's not my fault." Harriet sighed as she arched her back and focused on her fingers as she closed her eyes, "You were touching me in your dream…...not whatever you thought."
Severus was mortified when he realized that all that pinching and twisting really hadn't been turnamen flower pistils after all.
"Stop that!" Severus hissed warningly at Harriet as she writhed, letting her mouth fall open and her eyes close while she focused on the sensitive crest of her center.
"Stop that immediately, Potter!" Severus commanded again as Harriet huffed in defiance.
"No…" She scowled as she opened her eyes and glanced up at him, "Look away if you like, but I need this. Remember, this is all your fault."
Severus was profoundly offended.
He pushed Harriet's hand away so quickly and replaced her fingers with his own so smoothly that she gasped in thrilled excitement.
His face was terribly close to hers as he hovered over her and whispered in his low, velvety voice, "Mother Hen's being very disobedient. You know how much it vexes Father Raven when Mother Hen disobeys."
Harriet moaned as Severus's fingerpads flicked curiously over her sensitive bits until they found the little rosebud she had been so desperately attempting to bring to a full bloom.
"Tell me, Mother Hen," Severus whispered to her in his intent, low rumble, "Does it feel better here?"
Harriet cried out as Severus drug his finger painfully slowly along the length of her center.
"...Or here~?" He asked with a husky calmness to his velvet voice while he purposely massaged deep, rhythmic circles into that sensitive bundle of nerves.
"AAHH! THERE! THERE!" Harriet shouted as she threw her head back.
Severus was prepared to hold his ground, to finish his task and consign himself to a day of brooding, but Harriet shattered his plans as she spread her legs wide and gave her alpha a bold order.
Harriet Potter had always been confident.
She looked up at Severus and courageously confessed, "I need you."
Her words struck Severus in his heart.
Harriet was all breasts and belly, begging for him as she laid there.
Father Raven didn't bother removing all of his clothes, but he decided to comply with the omega's wishes.
Harriet didn't know the exact moment that Severus entered her, she only knew that she felt splendidly full as his hands steadied her hips and something wonderfully wide opened her in the most pleasant way.
As Severus began to gently rock his hips into the pregnant omega, he pulled down her nightshirt to help himself to her breasts, latching onto her nipples as boldly as if they were his to do with as he pleased.
Mother Hen let out such a cry when she finally found her pleasure that Father Raven involuntarily spilled himself inside her and it was only then that he released Harriet's abused tips.
Before he slipped from her body, Severus gazed down at Harriet for a long moment and she gazed back at him.
Severus moved towards her and Harriet placed a hand on his face.
Their eyes stayed connected until their noses brushed and their lips met.
Their kiss was brief, but sweet, intimate, and punctuated by deep meaning.
Harriet was hoping that Severus would lie in her nest and cuddle with her.
To her dismay, as soon as their kiss ended, he stood from the bed, cleaned himself with a wave of his wand, and dressed.
She frowned in confusion as she watched Severus apparate away only to appear a moment later with her specialist at his side.
"Miss Potter, how are you feeling?" The specialist asked quickly as she hurried over to Harriet who hastily pulled one of the blankets on the bed around herself.
"I…...I'm fine. Is…..Is there something wrong?" Harriet asked worriedly as she glanced over at Severus and the solemn look on his face.
"I hope not, dear!" The specialist replied with a gentle smile, "Your alpha just alerted me that you had a bad fall this morning. How terrible! I've come to make sure you and your little one are alright though, so don't fret."
Harriet gazed at Severus questioningly while the specialist began to examine her.
A bad fall?
What fall?
She hadn't fallen…...
Harriet's cheeks were still flushed from her orgasm while a scowl crossed her face as she contemplated the lie that Severus had told the specialist to mask the true reason for his concern.
Harriet knew that she and the life she carried were more than fine.
She didn't want to be poked and prodded.
She didn't want to answer questions.
She wanted to lie in her nest and have Severus tell her that he was her alpha, not just fledgling's father.
Severus was ashamed that he had let Harriet persuade him to abandon his disciplined principles, if only for a moment.
Father Raven never lost control.
Why had he not turned away from her?
Severus watched the specialist closely while she looked over Harriet.
As he silently observed, Severus could feel the omega's eyes accusingly boring into him.
Harriet didn't know what irritated her more, Severus's fib, his paranoia, or the great disregard for her happiness that he had shown by refusing to hold her after their tryst.
As callous as it sounded, Harriet's happiness was a secondary priority to Severus.
Mother Hen and fledgling's health remained Father Raven's highest concern.
