Bliss (The story)

Author's note: Hello! I'm so sorry that I completely neglected to finish this story! I actually found it and reread it earlier today and was a little miffed that it wasn't finished... that was until I realized that I was the one that wrote it. HaHaHa! Imagine that! So I hope that you'll all read this chapter and review... Let me know what you think and what you would like to see. I'm currently nearly finished with part 20 as well. That will hopefully be posted tonight. Enjoy and again... I'm sorry that I never finished this! -M.S.

Part 19:

Dinner was eaten in relative silence. Remus and Sirius remained a bit embarrassed at being caught in an awkward position by Harry earlier and Molly was still peeved at Harry and now Severus for not entrusting her with the information of Harry’s pregnancy. Ginny refused to be in even the same room as Harry and opted to skip out on dinner all together.

Harry was upset and mentally kicking himself in the rear. He swore to himself that if he had known that his pregnancy would have angered so many people, he wouldn’t have accepted the invitation to spend his winter holidays at Grimmald Place. He kept his head down and continued to push his food around on his place the duration of dinner and was relieved when Author finally stood up and began clearing the table dishes.

The torture fest known as dinner was finally over and Harry excused himself from the table, slowly making his way to his room to lie down. He wanted to be away from everyone for a while because he knew that soon enough it would be midnight and he would be expected to join everyone once again. Lying on his bed, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to engulf him.

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After helping Author clean the dinner dishes, Severus decided to check on his Harry. He knew that dinner was a bit much for the young wizard and that he hadn’t eaten much of anything. He’d sat, catching glimpses of his pregnant lover as he pushed the food around on his plate all through dinner. He knew that the new found tension in the house was causing Harry stress and he knew that it wasn’t good for either him or his unborn child. Sadly, the only thing that Severus could do was be there for the pregnant man when he needed him.

As the potions master reached the door to his lover’s room, he opened it without a sound and was not at all surprised at what he found. Harry was lying on his bed, curled on his side with this hand resting gently on his round belly. It was a sight to behold. A soft sigh escaped the older man’s lips as he gently sat himself at the foot of Harry’s bed.

He was unsure of how long he’d sat there just watching his child’s father sleep, but he soon realized that he’s become quite a bit calmer as the time had passed. He wasn’t sure why being alone with Harry and the baby calmed him but he did. The older man finally rose from his place on the bed, grabbed a blanket and covered the younger man up. He placed a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead and exited the room, closing the door behind him. He hoped that no one awoke Harry before Midnight. He knew how much the two inside the room needed the rest.

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Several hours later, a nock came upon Severus’ door. Slightly annoyed at the intrusion, the potions master put down the quill he was using and arose from his desk to open the door.

“Yes?” The dark haired man drawled.

“I just came up to inform you that we’ll be opening gifts soon,” Remus Lupin informed the other man.

“Alright, I’ll get Harry and we’ll be down to join you all,” Snape replied, turning back to his desk.

Remus stood in the doorway for a moment more before finally gaining the courage to continue. “Severus, I know that we haven’t always gotten along and I just wanted to tell you that I’m glad that you’re there for Harry. I know that you didn’t want this and any other boy would have left Harry on his own to deal with everything. I guess that’s what makes you a man.”

Lupin’s words caught Severus off guard. He turned and looked at the werewolf and could see in his eyes that the ragged man really meant what he had said. Severus suddenly felt the urge to open up to the man in front of him, if only a little. “I didn’t want this, Remus. I always imagined so much for young Mr. Potter, but as I am responsible for his predicament, I feel I have no choice except to be here.”

“Does this mean that you don’t care for Harry? That you’re only here because you feel responsible?” Remus asked confused.

Snape sighed and rain his hand through his hair, “no. I am here because I’m afraid that I’ve actually fallen for the boy-hero. I have to admit though, what if he only sees me as a fling and doesn’t love me back?”

“Severus, I think that you’d be surprised. I think that you should talk with Harry.” With that said, Remus left the doorway, walking down the hall toward the staircase.

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