Read chapter eight before reading this chapter, I changed it, making it an actual chapter and not a flamer chew out.
Okay, so here I was sitting in the kitchen enjoying a glass of mint tea and a bowl of homemade chicken and dumpling soup from last night's dinner, fucking around on my laptop while listening to Korn when my cat Hunter dropped something into my bowl of soup.
Curious to what had violated the sanctity of my soup, I looked over and saw a rather interesting thing. Hunter had caught a squirrel, ate its brain and guts then brought me what was left, raping my soup with it.
Without missing a beat I calmly said "No thank you Hunter, I've already eaten." That was when he gave me the whole you-deal-with-it-fuck-off-then-scratch-my-tummy cat look and wandered off. So I had to grab my bowl, go outside where it was fucking cold, and dump the corpse, bowl, and ruined breakfast into the garbage can. When I came back, he was drinking my tea, effectively ruining my breakfast.
I went to a Bare Naked Ladies concert in Canada!
Last but not least, I wrote this chapter while listening to Rammstein, the coolest German heavy metal band on that I've ever heard!!!
Severus Snape was not a morning person, Harry Potter-Snape, when pregnant, was, so Severus Snape, by default, was forced to be somewhat pleasant in the morning due to the fact that if he wasn't large objects would fly through the air at his head.
Severus was slumped across his desk, head pillowed in his arms, where Harry was perched on the corner eating some grotesque, craving spawned, monstrosity involving chocolate, honey, pickles, and mint-chocolate chip ice cream. Just the sound of what his Soul Mate was eating made him want to vomit, Harry would slurp it off the spoon loudly then crunch the pickles in it.
"Tired?" Harry asked with a giggle then crunched a chunk of pickle. He was always happy in the morning after he barfed a few dozen times.
Tired didn't even begin to cover it. Harry had kissed and teased him until his control was threadbare before deciding that he wasn't up for sex, then Severus had been woken up numerous times during the night as Harry tossed and turned constantly. Since Harry had gotten pregnant, a good nights sleep was now a distant memory.
"Very tired," Severus murmured and moved his head from his arms to Harry's thigh. "Let's go back to bed, please?" He asked, wrapping an arm around the cat-boy's waist.
"Going to bed so soon?" A familiar voice, which could only belong to Septus, asked, effectively making Severus' morning even worse. "I had a rather nice, fitful, night of sleep, thank you for asking," he laughed and hopped up onto the desk, sitting next to Harry and ruffling his brother's hair. "Wow, you must be really tired considering my arm is still attached to my body."
"Je vais te tuer quand je peut bouger 1," Severus growled in French and his brother laughed.
"I am in great periculum2 hodie3," Septus laughed, mixing Latin and English, then acted faint, making Severus sigh.
"If you do non4 tais-toi5, your Magister6 will make you a mortuus7," Severus growled mixing Latin, French, and English. The words rolled gracefully off his tongue in a way that was seductive to Harry and menacing to Septus.
Septus rolled his eyes at the Magister bit. "You are non my Magister," he scoffed and barely managed to dodge a hex Severus shot at him without looking up. "Okay, back to English so chat ennuyeux8 can understand us."
Harry guessed that whatever Septus had called him wasn't very nice, which of course brought on a mood swing. Glaring at the blued eyed man, he dumped the contents of his bowl onto Septus' head before turning the upturned bowl into Severus' brother's own personal hat.
Severus looked up and burst out laughing. The thick, chunky mixture dripped down Septus' grimacing face. That image was enough to make his morning tolerable, until he remembered that he had to attend a staff meeting in an hour.
Never one to miss such an opportunity, Septus caught a sliding piece of pickle with his tongue, brought it into his mouth, and ate it. He crunched it for several moments before swallowing it and smacking his lips. "That has to be the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten excluding my own cooking."
Harry rolled his eyes then pouted when he realized that his breakfast was on Septus' head. He summoned a house elf and list off what he wanted, which was several different flavors of ice cream that were not meant to go together.
Both Severus and Septus, who had cast a cleaning spell on himself and lost the bowl, grimace. "Well, have fun Severus, I'm off to Malfoy Manor, I have a blond to molest. And it's not the one who is fifteen," he said and hopped off the desk before flooing away in the fireplace.
This was going to be a long day Severus decided as he watched Harry eat his pistachio, mint, cookie dough, bubble gum, and fudge smothered concoction.
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Severus came back from the staff meeting rather pissed off. Everyone "suggested", excluding him, that he should stop taking so many house points, not that he was going to follow their "suggestions", but it still pissed him off.
Harry had fallen asleep on the couch where he had been reading. The image of Harry curled up, sleeping softly, evaporated Severus' bad mood. Carefully, so as not to wake his husband, he picked the book off Harry's chest and set it on the table before picking up Harry and carrying him to the bedroom.
Short chapter, I know, I know. Once again I promise all these short chapters will be made up for in a bit, right now I'm just building up. I want to thank my translator Morbid0Princess.
1. Je vais te tuer quand je peut bouger- I'm going to kill you once I can move- French
2. Periculum- danger, peril- Latin
3. Hodie- today, at this time, now- Latin
4. Non- not, no- Latin
5. Tais-toi- shut up- French
6. Magister- Master- Latin
7. Mortuus- Dead person/man- Latin
8. Chat ennuyeux- Annoying cat- French
