Unintentional Love

Summary: SSxOC HPx? Harry comes into his inheritance, and rather than gaining weight or pimples; he gains horns and a tail! What’s with Snape and those looks of his?
Disclaimer: mostly not mine, Kale is mine, plot is mine, and anything you basically don’t recognize is MINE MINE MINE!!
Warnings: Includes slash/yaoi/shounen-ai homosexual pairings and situations. Don’t like, don’t read. Mpreg, non-con, AU, Dumble-bashing.
Any and all flames will be kept in a little fire-resistant box until I have my preparations for world domination complete--
--Then the real fun will begin.
P.S. thanks to AbeoUmbra for editing this mess of a chapter ;) thank you girly!

Kale hummed softly, taking a few things from his hut. A thick blanket, some scented oils, candles, fruit; he wanted his mate to feel pampered and loved when he awoke. Quickly packing all of the items into a leather satchel, Kale jogged from the small Demon village to where he had left Severus, smiling all the while. His trip took mere minutes as Kale bounded excitedly through the otherwise solemn forest.
Singing a soft song the red-head entered the grove, smiling at the fallen Vipers Bugloss petals. Turning from the blue petals Kale removed his satchel and crept towards the nest of leaves and cloth. He gently set down the satchel beside the nest and grinned.
“Severus, wake up Severus, Luv.” He whispered—
--Which was when he smelt it; fresh blood. Kale lunged forward and felt around for Severus, only to come upon more blood and torn clothing. His heart clenched and his hands began to shake. His mate, his sweet, proud mate… he was gone, probably dea—
No! I must think optimistically. He’s far too strong to let some mere creature carry him off without a fight! Kale thought hurriedly, searching around for some sort of trail, straining his senses for any clue to his mate’s disappearance. There was nothing, and slowly, minute by minute, realization came crashing down onto him.
His mate, barely seventeen, and not even a half hour mated, had been killed by an errant denizen of the forest. His beloved’s body had been taken from him…along with their newly created child.
Kale dropped to his knees, burying his face into the still-warm cloth where his mate should have been, and sobbed. He threw his head back, and let loose a howl. The sound was deep and piercing - a mourning cry for a lost one unfairly taken. Kale vowed then, no more would he allow the creatures of the forest to be possessed completely by their instincts. He would protect those in his domain - he would keep them from suffering a fate akin to Severus’.
The blood moon hung in the night sky, still and silent, watching the wills and ways of the creatures below.


“Severus, wake up. It’s time for class - breakfast is almost over.” An aristocratic voice crowed, harshly pulling him from his sleep.
Severus pulled the blankets over his lower body, before reaching over and pulling open the curtains. Lucius Malfoy stood pompously in the middle of the room while fixing his tie. Hearing the rustling of cloth, Lucius looked over at the brunet, a frown tugging at his lips as he spoke.
“My, my, you look absolutely terrible. What ever happened to you?” While he may have been a complete bigoted ass, Lucius sometimes had his golden moments.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Better yet, forget you saw me this morning.” Severus groaned, wincing at the ache in his buttocks as he sat up. “Why don’t you go on without me Luc? I might be a while…” Severus trailed off, feeling his friend’s eyes upon him.
Lucius was indeed eyeing him. “Are you sure? You must be incredibly sick to even consider skipping…” Severus was quick to interrupt before his friend could say anything else to make him feel even guiltier. Anything was better then Lucius knowing the whole truth.
“Luc, I doubt I can even walk right now, and no,” he continued quickly just as Lucius was opening his mouth to argue further, “you can’t help me.”
Lucius frowned at him, suspicious, yes – but still willing to let Severus have his way. “Fine then, Severus, when you get over your pride and decide you do need help, call me.” With that settled unpleasantly between them, he turned and left the room in a swirl of robes.
Severus sighed as he grudgingly stood, grimacing at how his crusty underwear clung to him. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom, and filled the tub up with the blessedly hot water. Only then did Severus slip in and attempt to relax his stiff muscles.
Today, he mused as the steam rose to heat his cheeks – and he glimpsed the already pink water beneath, is going to be a long day.


It had taken him a few more minutes then it normally would have, but eventually Severus did make it to class.
Entering the room, Severus groaned inwardly, he should have just stayed in bed. Transfiguration with the Gryffindors, how lovely. Instead of fleeing the room, he only took his seat beside Lucius, who nodded at him, the slightest gleam of concern in his grey eyes.
Severus merely shook his head, telling the other silently that he was fine and not to bother to ask. He propped up his chin on one hand, disinterestedly reading the scribbles on the board.
“Alright class, please take your seats,” Professor Dumbledore called as he entered the room, blue eyes twinkling as they scanned over the usual students. He took his place at the front of the room, just as the students of the two houses pulled out their wands, rightly expecting the lesson to be one that required them. “Today we will be working on transfiguring our quills into flowers.”
Many students merely groaned, and a few thumps indicated some had dropped their heads onto their desks in a pitiful attempt at self-inflicted concussions. Lucius was one of the ones to have groaned, if very softly – the only reason Severus knew this was because he was, after all sitting beside Severus. Likewise, Severus heard the muttered words his friend produce managing to sound something very akin too, “When will the old goat realize we’re not little girls?”.
Severus could only snicker at his friend’s words, ducking his head down to hide his grin. Maybe this day wouldn’t be too bad.

Nearly three months later Severus sat in Charms, tossing a note back and forth between Lucius and himself.
Is there anything new with you Luc? I’ve seen you eyeing Potter lately, is there more than just a violent rivalry evolving?
Lucius sent Severus a withering glare, scribbled his reply, and whipped it at Severus’ head.
Not a chance! He’s too far below me, even for a pureblood with money. Besides, Black has a nicer ass.
The brunet snickered and gave Lucius a fake, aghast look.
Really Luc! How could you?!
Lucius laughed out loud, startling a few of the students nearby. Their Charms professor, Madame Annabelle, fixed the blond with a pointed look and sauntered over. She stood in front of Lucius’ desk, tapping one foot with her hip cocked to the side.
“Mr. Malfoy, is there something… amusing you would like to share with us?” She drawled, staring at him through half-lidded eyes.
Lucius smirked back at her, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed and one arm across the back of the chair. “Why no Madame, why would you assume such a thing? Why, I doubt anyone in this room believes Charms are amusing at all.”
She hissed and spun on her heel, heading back to her seat where she glared at Lucius for the rest of the period. The blond cracked his neck and turned to look at Severus who had his face buried in his arms atop the desk. He frowned and sat up properly, one hand gently nudging Severus’ left bicep.
“Sev, are you all right? You’re not looking too good.” He mumbled into the other boy’s ear so not to be overheard by Madame Annabelle.
Severus looked up wearily from the nest of his arms, dark circles were prominent under his onyx eyes and his normally pale skin was tinted green. “I-I don’t know Luc. I just started getting these chills and it feels like there’s a bucket of maggots in my stomach, wriggling around.”
Lucius grimaced at the gruesome description. “I’ll take you to the infirmary, let me just—“
Severus cut him off. “No Luc. It’s all right, I’ll go alone. You’re in enough trouble with Annabelle.” Severus hissed as he stood, his stomach protesting the movement with its knotted state. He sauntered, as best he could, towards Madame Annabelle’s desk.
“May I go to the infirmary please?” He mumbled softly, hoping she would not make a scene.
Madame Annabelle’s eyes widened and she hissed. “Yes! Go, go, and go! Just don’t puke on me, yeesh!”
Severus rolled his eyes, turned, and limped out the door to the infirmary.

Severus had made it to the infirmary with little trouble, using a few secret passages when possible. Madame Pomfrey had met him at the door. She was a young medi-witch no more than twenty years old. She hustled him to a bed and sat him down.
“Now, why is it that you are here this time?” She asked bluntly, staring at him with hard blue eyes.
“I…um…it’s not exactly something I want to discuss but…” He paused.
He hadn’t come to the infirmary intending to spill his secret, but who else could he turn to?
“A few months ago I…I went into the forbidden forest to look for some rare potions ingredients; it would cost me a fortune and a half to buy a small portion of them so I harvest my own.” At Pomfrey’s nod he continued. “It was a blood moon, which usually heightens magical properties the plants possess - so I was very excited.
“Only, I suppose I wasn’t as careful as I usually am. Maybe I stumbled into someone else’s territory, but the demon I saw-“
“Wait! Demon you say?” She asked eyes wide.
Severus grimaced. “Yes a big, tanned demon with green eyes and red hair.”
She indicated for him to continue.
“I’d seen him a few times before; he usually follows me when I go into the forest - almost as if he were there to protect me from the other creatures. We never spoke, but he always watched me and wouldn’t let me out of his sight until I was back inside Hogwarts doors.” Here he paused, shifting uncomfortably as his stomach clenched. “Do you have anything for a cramped stomach?”
Pomfrey huffed softly and stood, removing a purple vial from a nearby cabinet before giving it to Severus and returning to her seat.
Severus downed the potion with a grimace before continuing.
“Maybe I did something that set him off. I was in a section of the forest I didn’t usually visit, but there was something off about him and how he looked at me. I got spooked and ran…or tried to anyway. He grabbed me and dragged me back into the grove where he-“
Severus paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath; attempting to regain some of his lost composure
“He raped me…” In the rush to get the words out, he had not expected to still feel the echo of the emotions that had haunted him though the months. Tears slowly made his way down his face, one at a time, regardless of the clenching of Severus’ jaw.
Madame Pomfrey’s eyes widened in the realization that despite his ridged desire to remain aloof, he had put himself in a highly vulnerable position just to seek an answer to what he clearly already suspected was a fact. Slowly, she moved to sit beside the Slytherin, gently rubbing his back.
“Oh Severus, I’m so sorry my boy, but I need to know exactly how long ago…” She began softly, but did not finish as she was moved to wiping away his tears.
“Almost three months ago now, and lately I’ve been feeling really sick, and some mornings I can barely get out of bed,” he found himself whispering, finding it oddly comforting to be held by someone – anyone, who showed the faintest signs of sympathy, “could…could you…?” He just couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“Of course my dear, just hold still.” She reassured, rising as she motioned he lay down.
Severus lay on his back, knowing as he did so that he was putting more trust in Madame Pomfrey then he usually dared to do with anyone, slowly he pulled up his shirt to expose his pale stomach and the otherwise unnoticeable bump there.
Pomfrey pointed her wand at his navel, making a quick gesture that twitched it, mumbling ‘Revelatio’ at the same time. A light violet mist crept out from the tip of her wand to cover the expanse of skin. The violet changed to a dark blue and faded away.
“Severus…I’m sorry but… you’re pregnant and with a little baby boy.” She watched the seventeen-year-old’s face as it clenched up, barely managing at holding back the tears that threatened.
“C-could I please ha-have a minute alone….p-please?” Severus begged, voice catching with suppressed emotion - Pomfrey patted his shoulder, aware that the normally proud young man was slowly breaking down.
Madame Pomfrey her choice made merely nodded, respectfully leaving him prone on the hospital bed as she pulled the curtain around Severus’ bed, leaving for her office. The slim brunet twisted onto his side, and buried his face in his arms, curling into a ball on the bed. His sobs were soft and he choked as he tried to stifle them. After a few moments he calmed himself to only the occasional sniffle. Severus then sat up, pulling his shirt up, his pale hand ghosting over the slight rise in his navel.
There was warmth there, something he couldn’t have imagined from the product of rape. Severus spread his hand across his stomach, smiling a little at how his child fit in the palm of his hand. He would be a father… a mother really, but who cared? He was going to have a child of his own to love and cherish and spoil rotten. His small smile grew into a watery grin.
“Hello little one…” The Slytherin had an odd feeling of déjà vu. “I’m Severus…and I’m your mother.”
A contented feeling rose from the back of his mind and the Slytherin smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”

So here’s chapter two!
That feeling of déjà vu Severus had, can you guess where it’s from? (If you can’t I’ll be very disappointed)
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P.S. anyone who has any free time or needs some inspiration, draw me fan art!! Ta ta darlings!!