Areas of Expertise

-- Bollocks! I was feeling like I'd get my life back once I finished this but NOOOO a bunny has clearly taken up residence (and begun breeding!) as I've now got the sequel planned out!



-- I didn't think I'd write a chapter today as I was late home from work and had some stuff to do, but because the bunny was so insistent I started writing. Sadly, Sev and Harry didn't do what I expected them to. They were meant to talk about the kid not end up ... you'll see. SP



Chapter Eleven –



“Some men just aren’t cut out for paternity. Better they should realise it before and not after they become responsible for a son.” Lois McMaster Bujold



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Harry was sitting in potions, his nerves singing. He still felt a hot flush of embarrassment every time he remembered the previous day’s incident with Snape, but his body was thrilled to be this close to the man it lusted after.



“Potter!” Snape’s voice, even raised in anger, made Harry shift awkwardly, trying to relieve the pressure in his trousers.



“Mmmm?” he responded, not really focusing on the lesson.



“I’ll speak to you at the end of the lesson regarding your appalling lack of manners. For now, ten points from Gryffindor.” Snape swirled around, robes whooshing around him, and strode to the front of the room.



Harry dropped his head with a quiet groan as his House Mates all shot him infuriated glances.



“Sorry,” he whispered to Hermione. Snape shot round at once, dark eyes flashing.



Hermione kept her head down and wrote furiously on a piece of parchment:



‘SHUT IT! We’ve lost too many points already.’



Harry flicked his eyes up to the teacher. Snape was staring at him, an unreadable look in his eye.



The bell rang, releasing Harry, Snape, and the rest of the Gryffindors. The boy waited at his desk whilst the others packed away and left one by one.



Alone with the man who had fathered his child, Harry couldn’t stop his rising (literally!) excitement.



“Potter,” Snape sounded weary, “you must focus in your lessons.” His voice was surprisingly gentle, which didn’t help Harry focus on the words.



He was staring at the man’s lips – so full and pink. His tongue swiped across his own lips.



Snape flushed. “Potter, what happened happened because professor Dumbledore felt it was necessary. It does not give you the right to hound me in corridors,” (here Harry blushed) “or to ignore my instructions. I believe, having spoken to some of your other teachers, that they have already begun to notice a lack of attention and care on your behalf. This must not continue.”



“I can’t help it!” Harry moaned. “All I think about is …” he stopped, embarrassed.



Snape was silent for a long while. “One symptom of a Gero induced pregnancy is a marked increase in lustful urges during the first month. We must find an outlet for those urges if the child is not to be harmed.”



“Really?!” Harry sounded happy, “I have to have sex to help the baby?”



Severus shook his head in despair. “A crude way of expressing it, Potter, but, essentially, yes.”



“Great! When can we get started?”



The teacher seemed shocked. “We?” he queried.



“We.” Harry stated firmly.



“But…” there was a long pause, “your body craves the one who can give it the best support and protection it and the baby needs. How can it pick me?”



The Gryffindor shrugged. “No idea. Does it really do that?”



“Yes.”



“Well, I guess my body thinks you’re the baby’s best hope for survival.”



Unable to stop himself, Severus Snape, snarky bastard extraordinaire, burst out laughing. When he finally calmed down enough he gasped out, “I would make a terrible father, Potter. And, considering my lifestyle, I doubt I will even see the baby born.”



Confusion crossed the boy’s face. “Why?”



Snape paced the room, speaking more to himself than the other. “This is ridiculous. I spy for the Order, and when the Dark Lord learns of your pregnancy, I will be told to kill it or kidnap it. If he should learn I am responsible for your condition, my life is over. If I refuse to sleep with you, your behaviour will become more and more erratic and dangerous, making the pregnancy harder to conceal. If I sleep with you, I put my career on the line. Should I be caught, I’ll lose my job, be removed from Hogwarts and be at the mercy of the Wizarding Community, most of whom still believe I am a Death Eater.”



Harry gave a completely inappropriate grin. “Yeah,” he said, “we’re fucked.”



Despite the other’s levity, Snape couldn’t dismiss his concerns so lightly.



“It’s no more dangerous than it’s always been,” the boy pointed out reasonably. “You’ve always had to hide things from Voldemort, and you’ve always had to protect me, even at the risk of … of …” he stopped, unsure of how to express it.



“…being called a bastard?” Snape asked, eyebrow quirking a little.



“Well, yeah.”



It was an unusual thing for Severus, but he found himself agreeing with the Boy-Who-Lived. Perhaps he could risk this after all. For the baby, of course. He would gain no pleasure from screwing the brains out of one H Potter.



He closed the gap between them, walking purposefully across the room. He met Harry’s green eyes with his own onyx ones. “Very well.” he said and lowered his face to Harry’s, lips just brushing the forehead.



Holy shit! Snape’s KISSING me!



The touch of the older man’s skin on his was nice. He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm feeling he was experiencing.



Snape slid his hands onto the boy’s shoulders and repositioned his mouth lower, capturing the lips. He tilted Harry’s face up before returning his hand to the shoulders, and moved his own lips steadily and calmly over the boys’.



This feels good. Harry admitted to himself. Should this feel this good?



He opened his mouth as he felt the slick wetness of the Slytherin’s tongue lapping at him. His own tongue slid hesitantly out to press against Snape’s. He felt the groan from the older man, and became suddenly aware of the tremble in Snape’s hands as they rested on his shoulders.



Am I doing this wrong? Is it bad for him? Self doubt took over and his tongue retreated, his erection faded, and his lust vanished. He was a boy being kissed by another man. A pupil being kissed by his teacher.



“Mnnno!” he yelled and pulled free.



Next moment he had yanked the classroom door open and fled, leaving his possessions behind.



-- I know! You hate me! But I knew once I got to the discussion between them that there would be a kiss, and no more. Harry still has issues! *IF* they co-operate, there should be a lemon in the next chapter!
-- Sorry Kirraluv!
-- I've just written the last chapter of this - God I feel depressed! I don't want to get the point I've written. *Brightens up* Still, it means I have a sequel to write and so more poor people to torment! SP