Bliss (The story)

The rest of that day was long and it seemed to Harry that Dumbledore took forever getting through all the business. After Pomfery and the Headmaster left late in the afternoon, Harry joined Hermione and Ron in the drawing room. They’d hidden themselves there after Remus had alerted them to the visit from the Headmaster. He had told them that it might have been easer to get things sorted out and taken care of if not very many people were involved. At first they protested but the werewolf assured them that Harry would tell them all about it when it was over. And he did.

The trio spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what had happened and what was said. Later that night, after dinner they retired to their rooms. Harry was exhausted but found it hard to sleep that night. He had nightmares of Snape taking away his child and of his child growing up to act like the git. It would be bad enough if he looked like him, but acting like him, being as cold as him, as careless, Harry couldn’t take that.

He wished and hoped that he’d be able to take care of his child and love him or her enough. He hoped that he could teach it how to love in return. He’d always wanted a family of his own but never voiced it because he thought that since he was gay that it would never happen. Oh, how he was proven wrong!

And here Harry sat, in the drawing room again, three nights later. He was talking with his friends when they heard a nock at the door. Before waiting for a reply, the door was opened and Severus Snape walked in.

“Would you mind if I talked to Harry for a few minutes?” The Slytherin asked in an emotionless voice.

Ron looked up at the tall man, “Sure, talk.” He made no move to leave, only looked on with interest.

Hermione stood, “Come on, Ron. Lets go see what Remus is up to, I‘d like to ask him something.”

Ron sighed and stood, “Fine.”

Together the two left Harry and Snape to talk.

As soon as he was sure that the couple were out of hearing range and that the door was shit, Severus took a seat across from Harry.

“What do you want?” Harry asked a bit annoyed that his friends couldn’t stay.

“I want to talk to you about this baby,” the older man said, his eyes drifting down to Harry’s expanding belly. He was obviously showing and none of the boys muggle clothing was going to hide it.

Harry wrapped his arms around his midsection and glared at Snape, “I‘m not having an abortion!”

“I‘m not going to ask you to anymore. I‘ve been thinking,” Severus sat back in his chair.

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked trying to annoy his Potions Master a bit, After all that he’d put Harry through, the Gryffindor thought that he was disserving of some revenge.

Snape smirked, “No, Potter, unlike you I tend to use the head that‘s on my shoulders, instead of the one that‘s located in my pants.”

The youth scowled at his Professors comment, “So, you were thinking… mind to humor me by telling me what you were thinking about?” And after the older man didn’t answer right away, Harry continued. “Oh, let me guess, you were thinking about how hot I was when you bent me over that desk. About how tight my arse was and about how hard my cock was getting. You were thinking about how badly you want that again, how you want your thick, hard, weeping dick seethed deep inside of me again and again. Was that it?”

Snape smirked at the thought, “No, actually I was thinking about how I‘ve been a jerk lately.”

This caught the brunet off guard, he wasn’t expecting to hear those words ever come out of this man’s mouth. “Really.”

“Yes, and I‘d like to make it up to you. I want to help you through this and I want my child to acknowledge that I‘m its father, though I don‘t want it to have my last name.”

“Mind if I ask why?”

“Because I don‘t want my family line to live on. It will die with me,” Severus clarified. He didn’t want any child to suffer like he did. He didn’t want such a filthy name to belong to an innocent child, he didn’t want said child to have to put up with the hellish things that he has to endure as a child.

“But, Sir, isn‘t the Snape name one of the highest of the bloodlines? Wouldn‘t it be an honor to carry such a name?” Harry was obviously confused and he wanted answers before he agreed to anything with Snape. The way he saw in was if Snape told him his secrets and feelings then it probably wasn’t just a trap to kill the baby or take it from him.

Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Harry, this is very personal and I don‘t want even the Headmaster to know, alright.”

Harry nodded.

“The Snape name is one that has caused me pain my entire life. It is one that people expect great things of, and I don‘t want my child to endure such torture. To pass My name on to our child would be worse than giving him or her to the Dark Lord as a pet.”

Harry winced, he couldn’t imagine ever doing that to a child, especially his. He chose to give him a chance and hoped soon that he’d come to understand his child’s father better, “Alright.”

“’Alright’ that you understand about my name or ‘alright’ you‘ll give me a chance?”

“Alright, I understand and Alright I‘ll give you the benefit of the doubt and another chance,” Harry clarified.

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AN: I'll try not to wait so long next time for another part. Hope that you like it so far!
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