Indago:Reborn

AN: I have been forgetting to answer some questions that have come up in the reviews. First one, Memdrake wanted clarification on the genders. The Indago have genders but they only really recognize the subicio and the Supero. The human bodies they have, regardless of sex, do not matter to them as it has no bearing on whether one is a subicio or a Supero. So, yes, there are both male and female bodied Indago.
alovablegimp asked, \" I thought that Draco was much more gentle towards Harry when he was preggers?\" Very true and on the whole Draco has been. Think about the way he gives Harry soft things and the way he handled the press. The incident with the other Supero was the fall-out of the challenge the other dom was presenting. As for Draco being absent a lot, well, he does have an agenda. (All politicians and lawyers do, don\'t they? *smile*)
If I missed any other questions, I\'m sorry. I\'ll try to answer them in the next chapter.
Thank you all for your kind reviews. I really do appreciate them! Oh, and thank you to all who pointed out the misspelling in the last chapter. Doh! I thought I had fixed that before posting. *blush*

CHAPTER TEN

A hair’s breadth before wrapping his fingers around Hermione’s throat, Harry was jerked back and away. Hermione opened her eyes from the instinctual wince and saw Snape leaning across the table, holding Harry by the hair and one wrist. The previously enraged subicio was now panting heavily, eyes cast down and body completely lax in the painful-looking hold.

“Holy Cricket!” the shaken woman breathed. “What on Earth was that?” She stood up and took a step back from her friend who was still sprawled on the table. “How did a pregnant person move that fast? And why?” she asked in a ragged voice.

“Yes, quite spry, wasn’t he?” Snape remarked calmly. “I had no idea he could travel so quickly with his bulky frame. I had half-assumed he would use magic instead. I’ll have to make a note of that.”

Hermione stared at the dark man as if he were mad. “Professor! Why would Harry do that?” She turned to look at the still motionless body on the table. “Harry? What’s wrong? What happened?” Her voice was taking on a hysterical tone that she would later be embarrassed about, she was sure.

“It was simple jealousy, Ms. Granger,” Snape said, still calm as he held Harry by the hair and wrist, paying no mind to the elbow in his soup bowl and the crackers that had fallen on his shoes.

Hermione put a hand on her chest as her eyes widened in incredulity. “Jealous? Of what?”

“Do not worry yourself over it, Ms. Granger. It was a simple experiment. You were quite handy.” Snape looked down at Harry. “Get off the table.” Harry never raised his eyes as he slid himself to the edge and onto his feet. Snape let go of the tousled hair but not the wrist. Green eyes looked up at Hermione and it was as if she were looking at a stranger. The eyes held such accusation and malice, it was almost too much to meet them.

“An-an experiment?” she asked, gratefully looking to the taller man. “What do you mean?”

“This is why your little paper was flawed. The simplest of details fall through the cracks of that overly-large brain of yours,” Snape remarked maliciously. “I could hardly stand to get through the title of that drivel you wrote.”

“But you-!” Hermione closed her eyes and took a calming breath. Opening them again, she saw Snape staring at her with a raised eyebrow and Harry again looking at the floor. “Very well,” she said, in control of herself again. “You were flattering to get me to react the way you wanted me to, attempting to raise jealousy in Harry. Correct?”

“Very good,” Snape drawled. He stepped back away from the table, taking Harry with him, as Ably popped into existence and began cleaning the spilled soup and crackers.

“Why would you do that? What possible purpose could that serve?” Hermione asked in frustration.

“Now what have you done, Severus? If you have run her out of here, I will be eternally grateful.”

Hermione spun to watch Draco walking through the doorway. Then her eyes narrowed.

“Gods, you both are just the nastiest of pond scum,” she seethed. “Fine. Have your sick little experiments. I just hope Harry comes back to his senses soon and leaves this house.” With that she stormed out of the room and through the front door. Draco smirked after her, then turned to look at the disarrayed table and the other two men.

“What happened?” he asked seriously.

“Go to Draco,” the Potions Master ordered and Harry immediately moved to his husband.

Draco frowned. “Why have you got him on the pheromone leash?”

“Harry very ungraciously attacked his luncheon guest.” Snape calmly sat back down at his chair to the fresh bowl of soup already there. He watched from the corner of his eye as Harry went to Draco and immediately began rubbing his cheek against the taller man’s shoulder. Draco put a gentle hand to his husband’s face and looked down at it in concern. Snape could actually see when the induced docileness ceased. Harry’s entire body stiffened and he spun, rather well with having the extra weight in front, to glare at the Potions Master.

“What the hell did you do?” Harry growled. “Why did you insult Hermione? Why did you make me want to rip her throat out? Why did you say it was an experiment?”

“A veritable fount of questions, are we?” Snape smirked. His eyes sparkled as he watched Draco stop Harry from violence with a hand on his arm. “As I already told, Ms. Granger, it was an experiment. One that proved my theory, I might add.”

“I told you to tell me when you were going to do an experiment!” Harry turned back to Draco. “I want him out! He had no right to do that! I could have hurt Hermione!” Before Draco could respond, Harry was pushing past him and calling for Ably. The elf, who had yet to leave the room, stepped forward to his master. “Pack his things, Ably! Throw them out of the house! In the mud, for all I care!”

“Do not do any of that,” Draco said calmly over Harry’s quickly rising voice. “Leave us.” Ably, knowing who the scarier man was, left.

“This is my house too!” Harry yelled, spinning to face his husband, rage upon his face. “You brought that bat in here without talking to me and then you make me look bad in front of Ably!” Harry, who had now reached the side table, grabbed a silver statue of Zeus and brandished the six inch high, one pound piece of metal threateningly at Snape. The Potions Master merely crumpled a cracker into his soup.

“Get out of my house!” Harry yelled.

Draco crossed his arms and looked at Snape with a raised eyebrow. “I thought he’d be better by now,” he remarked calmly.

“There was a deficiency, don’t forget. And we must take into consideration that it may be natural that he continue to have no control,” the older man said and sipped at a spoonful of soup. Neither one looked at Harry. But Draco did send the statue off its course, as it sailed through the air, at Snape’s head with a wave of his hand and a murmured word. Snape looked up from his soup. “I suggest you grab him before he dents anything else of your grandmother’s. You know how much of a momma’s boy your father is.”

“He’d kill you if he heard that,” Draco drawled. Snape took another sip of soup.

“Then I’m going to call him here!” Harry yelled at Snape. His chest heaved and red flagged his cheeks. “Then Lucius can kill you while I watch!”

Draco deflected another missile, a vase, and continued his conversation. “You’ll need to look into that. He seems to have an affinity with wanting to run to my father when he’s agitated like this. Normally, he can’t even say the man’s name.”

Snape looked thoughtful as Harry growled and searched for another object to throw. “It could be your father’s similarity to you. I would also surmise that he is normally intimidated by Lucius, therefore would think of him as a perfect weapon against others.” Snape glanced at Harry. “He’s got a candlestick.”

Draco sighed, rolled his eyes, stalked over to where Harry was aiming and snatched the item away. The brunet yelled unintelligibly and tried to grab the silver candlestick back. With his free hand, Draco captured Harry and pulled him tightly to him. He quickly pushed Harry’s over-sized t-shirt up and stuck his hand underneath while putting the candlestick back down on the table. Placing both hands on his husband’s bare stomach and chest, he waited until Harry had quieted down before turning back to Snape.

The Potions Master had quietly risen from his seat and approached the couple. When he reached them, he carefully lifted the worn t-shirt away to peer at the flesh on flesh contact.

“What experiment were you performing?” Draco asked as he watched Snape summon a quill and parchment.

“My theory was that he would become territorial in regards to us. Ms. Granger was the perfect accelerant to raise his ire. He would have probably done serious damage to her throat of a permanent sort if I hadn’t been there.” He scratched some words down, then gently pulled Harry’s head to him and visually gauging the size of the pupil. “Granted, it was I that created the cauldron, and thusly, the results of his complete lack of control now. But I was prepared for the consequences when I gambled at proving my theory. It was just fortunate that you appeared when you did, so that I didn’t have to pay up.” Snape quirked an eyebrow in question.

“I decided it would look better if I only worked a half-day today. In concern for my husband, of course.” Draco answered with a smirk.

“Of course.” Snape pulled the shirt back up, exposing Harry’s distended abdomen. For his part, Harry slumped in his husband’s arms, his head lolling back on a strong shoulder, eyelids at half-mast. “Pull your hand away, Draco,” Snape ordered. When the pale hand was upturned, Snape was ecstatic to find them glistening. He quickly summoned a sample collector. “Have you ever noticed this fluid before when touching him?”

Draco looked down at his hand and frowned. “No. But then, I’m not usually paying attention when I’ve got my hands on him.”

Snape nodded absent-mindedly and collected a sample of the fluid from Draco’s hand. Then, scratching down a few more notes, he gathered his things and began leaving the room. Almost as an after thought, he spoke over his shoulder, “He’s eaten, so I suggest he be put to bed. Keep your hands on him as much as you can.” Then he was gone.

Draco rolled his eyes and shifted his hands on Harry’s body. Lowering his head, he gently kissed the side of his husband’s face before lifting him up in his arms. “Alright, Harry, time for bed. Although, you do realize it’s only early afternoon and I came home to be with you.” Receiving no response from the still form, he swept out of the room and up the stairs to take his husband to bed, unfortunately, only to sleep.