Dangerous Manipulation

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, and I therefore do not own any of these characters. To be truthful I wouldn’t want to, because then I couldn’t borrow them and have them in such amusing situations.

Warning: As hinted at at the end of the last chapter, this story is mPreg, and that begins now. If you don’t like that please turn back now.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to post. I just graduated from high school, and it was extremely hectic, not to mention the fact that since I was an honors student none of my teachers went easy on us just because we were about to graduate. In addition to that, I kind of lost my muse for a while, but she is back! And I now feel like writing again! However, I am looking for a beta. I’ve never had one for any of my stories, and I’m always worried I’m going to run into a plot hole. I don’t think my spelling and grammar are too bad, but I have noticed a few glaring mistakes when I’ve looked back at the other chapters. Let me know in a review if your interested! On to the story!

Last Chapter:
Harry nodded, quickly pulling himself together. “Lets just go get this over with. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” Harry smiled, trying to lighten the mood rather unsuccessfully and headed out the door, Remus following behind. He hadn’t been fooled by Harry’s sudden change of mood. He knew the younger man was dieing inside and could only hope that something happened to save him before it was too late.

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As Harry walked down the steps, he felt as if his heart was falling out of his chest. The only thought he could register was that he was about to be forever bound to the one man who hated him the most. He was pretty sure that even Voldemort did not hate him as much as Snape did.

“Harry, my boy, it’s good that you’re here on time!” Dumbledore said cheerfully, ignoring the scowl that seemed permanently fixed to Harry’s face.

Harry decided that the best way to defeat Dumbledore’s happiness was cutting sarcasm. It always seemed to work for Snape. “Oh, yes, of course I’m on time, Headmaster,” he sneered. “Why would I want to miss the opportunity to bond myself to such a lovely specimen as Snape.”

The greasy git in question merely smirked. He could recognize his own personal defense mechanism when he saw someone else use it.

“Yes, well, we’re just waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive, and then we will be able to begin the ritual cleansing required.” A crash sounded from the doorway and Dumbledore smiled. “Ah, there they are now. I shall go retrieve them while both of you prepare.” And with that he was gone.

Hermione immediately ran to his side. “Harry,” She whispered in his ear, “I promise everything will turn out alright. Just get through this and everything will be fine.” Harry looked at her in confusion and opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head and looked subtly in Snape’s direction. Obviously she didn’t want him to realize something, but Harry had not idea what that something was.

Hermione turned and exited the kitchen, going into the dinning room where the ceremony was to take place.

“Alright, Potter,” Snape sneered. “We have to start the ritual now. Get undressed.” Mentally, Snape was smirking. He knew that there were better ways to inform the boy of the intricacies of the ritual, but being blunt always got such a beautiful reaction.

Unfortunately for Snape, Harry wasn’t quite as stupid as he thought. “Of course Sevie. I’m not wearing anything under these robes anyway. I came prepared.” He winked at his future husband, knowing that that, combined with the nickname would make his left eye twitch the way it did when he was really annoyed and couldn’t kill anything.

Snape scowled and obligingly twitched his left eye before roughly pulling off his own robes. Harry followed suit. He was glad that he had been paying attention to his enemies all those years, knowing their habits made it easy to cut to the chase and annoy the hell out of them.

Harry folded his robes and stood with his hand crossed in front of him. He hated this part of the ritual almost as much as he hated what was to come after. Everyone was going to see him naked… ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘at least Snape will be naked with me… and some of his students are in the audience. He’ll never live this down,’ Harry smiled evilly, there were some benefits to this after all.

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Harry walked up the stairs in a daze. The rituals were over… and now he was going to Snape’s rooms, where the bond would be completed. Snape was going to fuck him. He shuddered. The rituals of the bond had been bad enough… they involved no clothes and a lot of drawing of runes all over both of their bodies… he didn’t know if he could handle what was coming.

As they reached the landing of the stairs that lead to Snape’s rooms, Harry felt a rough hand on his shoulder. “It is traditional that the husband carry the bride into the place where the plan on completing the bond.” Snape paused and looked at Harry calculatingly. Seeing no protest, he continued, “Once we are in the rooms I will immediately complete the bond. We will most likely be exhausted after this, having spent a great deal of energy to bind ourselves together, and will fall asleep soon after the event.”

Snape stopped seeking, and Harry finally realized that he was waiting for some form of acknowledgment from him. ‘Why would he bother waiting to see if I was ok with this? That’s not Snape at all.’ Harry could come up with no answer to his own question, so he simply nodded.

Snape swept one arm down by Harry’s knees and the other up by his shoulders, picking him up bridal style. They came upon the door to Snape’s room much too quickly in Harry’s opinion. The door had apparently been left open so that Severus and Harry could enter without too much trouble, so Snape stepped through the threshold without pausing.

Snape’s room was dominated by a large bed done up in black silk sheets. His room was overall quite dark, the only colors other than black a dark, Slytherin green and some silver accents. Snape unceremoniously walked over to the bed and threw Harry on it rather rougher than he needed to.

Snape stepped slightly away from the bed, pulling off the dressing robe that he had put on for the walk back up the stairs. He turned and glared at Harry when he saw that he hadn’t moved. “Well, what are you waiting for?” He demanded, causing Harry to jump slightly.

Sighing, Harry pulled off his own robe and settled down on the bed. “Roll over on your stomach, and don’t move. I want this over with as quickly as possible.” Snape’s voice was severe, and though he was not speaking loudly or saying anything threatening, Harry quickly complied, feeling every bit the virgin about to be sacrificed.

He held his breath, waiting for Snape to do something and squeaked when he felt a cool, slick finger sliding into him. The finger worked itself in and out of Harry’s body, and to his surprise there was no pain to the alien sensation. A second finger was soon added, and the two fingers scissored, stretching his hole. Despite the lubrication, Harry could still feel a slight burn as the fingers moved within him. He squeaked when a third finger inserted itself within him, and to his surprise he felt a gentle hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles.

‘Is Snape actually trying to comfort me, and make this easier for me?’ The thought shocked Harry as it ran through his head. He would never have expected Snape to comfort anyone, even someone on Snape‘s good side, and he was definitely not on Snape’s good side.

As quickly as the fingers had entered, they were gone. There was a slight pause, during which one of Snape’s hands continued to rub his back. Then the hand started pulling up on his hips until he was on all fours. Harry took a deep breath as he felt something hard and thick nudging at his entrance. This was the step of no return, once Snape had started the process could never be stopped. They would truly be bonded to each other. Harry gasped as Snape pushed in slowly, the painful burn steadily increasing.

Harry whimpered, shaking slightly. He had known that there would be pain involved, but at the moment it hurt so bad that he couldn’t understand why anyone would want to ever do this at all. Both of Snape’s hands were now caressing his back. “Breath, Harry,” Snape’s voice whispered gently, one hand reaching up to tilt Harry’s head up. Snape leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry’s, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Harry gasped and Snape inched his tongue into Harry’s mouth, exploring every crevice as he thrust all the way in.

Snape thrust gently into Harry, changing angles between every thrust until he hit Harry just the right way. Harry pulled away from Severus’ lips, gasping at the pleasure that coursed through his body. “Uhh,” he moaned, pushing back into Severus, as the potions master thrust again.

“I think that we may have found your prostate,” Snape whispered seductively, leaning forward and nipping at Harry’s ear. “Let’s test that out.” Snape thrust hard into Harry, hitting his prostate with such force that he was seeing stars.

“Oh! Harder, please… Sev,” Harry moaned incoherently, not knowing what he was saying he was so lost in the sensation.

One of Severus’ hands reached down and began stroking Harry’s dick in time with his thrusts, and soon the two were thrusting hard into each other screaming out as they hit their orgasm at the same time.

Harry collapsed to the bed, Severus pulled out and laid down next to Harry. He grabbed his wand and whispered a cleansing charm before pulling Harry into his arms and holding him close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to Harry’s head before they both drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Harry awoke slowly. He was warm and comfortable, and what’s more, for the first time in his life he felt completely safe. He rolled over, trying to get closer to the source of that feeling. Abruptly, he realized that the source was in fact a person, and judging by the size of that person a man. Just as he began panicking, he realized who that person must be. Snape. His husband.

Harry opened his eyes slowly to peek up at the man. He hadn’t moved yet so hopefully he was still asleep. As he raised his head green eyes met black.

“Harry,” Snape whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Something went wrong with that god forsaken bond.” Snape murmured. “Why do I want to kiss you? Comfort you? Take you again slowly, passionately?” Snape spoke in a daze, not realizing that he was speaking out loud and that Harry could hear every word.

Harry’s eyes were wide. He could not believe that the man who hated him so much had just said that.

“Snape--” Harry began.

“No, call me Severus,” Snape interrupted, leaning down to nip at Harry’s neck.

“Ok, Severus, um, what are you doing? Are you alright? I can get Madame Pomfrey for you.” Harry murmured, but his worry was ebbing away as Snape continued to nip at his neck. He could tell what his husband wanted, and for some reason he did too. He moaned as Severus leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss.

Soon, the two men were joined intimately, this time taking everything slow and savoring every sensation. And when they both came at the same time it was perfect, though not quite as intense as their first joining, as neither of the men passed out.

As Harry came down from his high, he pulled away from his husband. “I promised Ron and Hermione and Ginny that I would go see them as soon as I woke up.”

Severus nodded and sat up. “You can go see them as soon as Madame Pomfrey checks them over.” He agreed.

Harry looked at him in confusion, “I’m fine why would I need to see Madam Pomfrey?”

Snape tried to muster up some of his dignity to sneer at his ignorant husband, but found that he was unable to do so. “Harry,” He began slowly, “You do realize that neither one of us used any sort of contraception last night, or just now, correct?”

Harry nodded, growing worried about where the conversation was headed.

“It is traditional for this type of bonding to go without a contraceptive the first night in the belief that a child born of the first time a marriage was consummated would be special. After that night a contraceptive can be used. Madame Pomfrey will be examining you to see if you are pregnant, and if not she will be giving you a potion to prevent you from becoming pregnant.” Snape said without a single ounce of his usual sarcasm.

“But I thought that only really powerful wizards could get pregnant without a potion.” Harry said miserably.

Snape shook his head, “And what exactly do you believe the boy-who-lived to be? Weak? Harry, you are extremely powerful, enough to conceive, and I myself am rather powerful. You would get pregnant without the potion.”

Noticing his husband’s trembling form, he sighed and pulled him into his arms. “Its very rare to have a child after only one night together. You are probably not pregnant at all, but I do not want you to become pregnant anytime soon, so we will see Madame Pomfrey for the potion, alright?”

Harry nodded, and Snape climbed out of his bed, pulling on a robe to go get the nurse. Despite what Snape said, Harry knew that he wasn’t that powerful. ‘Of course my luck is rather abysmal, it would happen to me just because it would make me weird and special.’ Harry thought angrily. He took a deep breath. ‘Hermione told me that wizards only get pregnant when they are so powerful that their magic can sustain a whole other person. There’s no way I have that much magic.’

Harry had finally convinced himself that he wasn’t pregnant when his… husband… returned with the medi-witch. Madame Pomfrey smiled tightly as she bustled into the room.

“Hello Potter,” she said curtly as she placed a bag which Harry assumed carried medical supplies on the table near the bed.

“Its Snape now.” Severus corrected with a snarl. Harry stared wide-eyed at his husband, who was currently back to his normal behavior and glaring at the witch.

Madame Pomfrey did not appear phased at all. “Of course it is,” she said soothingly, which only served to make Severus angrier if the sudden presence of the twitch in his left eye was any indication. “Now Harry, I’m sure Severus has told you that the first test I’m going to do is a pregnancy test. Now, with muggles they cannot determine pregnancy until the woman is well into term. However, with wizard pregnancies, the conception is immediate because it is dependent on magic. If you were going to conceive it would have happened the minute your partner ejaculated into you.”

Harry could not help but blush at her words, especially considering what had happened between him and Severus no more than half an hour ago.

“Now, I just need you to lay back in the bed and pull the blankets off of your stomach,” she said sternly.

Harry’s blush deepened and he glanced at Severus from underneath his eyelashes. “Its alright, Harry,” Severus said softly, shooting a glare at the witch as if angry that she had embarrassed his spouse. He sat down by Harry’s head, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I promise the chances are slim, just relax.” Severus stroked the hair out of Harry’s face and nodded at the witch to continue, again blasting her with his most heated glare.

Madame Pomfrey lifted her wand and touched it to five different points on Harry’s stomach while murmuring an incantation. Harry jerked at first at the sensation, not in pain, but because it tickled. A white light began to glow over his stomach. He didn’t know what that meant but Pomfrey clucked to herself.

“Now, Mr. Snape I need to examine you more thoroughly. If you would please pull the blankets down all the way and put your knees up and apart.” Madame Pomfrey’s voice was stern and no nonsense, but Harry balked at the thought. He immediately clutched the blanket to him and blushed so deep a red, his cheeks put Gryffindor red to shame.

“Trust me, Mr. Snape, you have nothing I haven’t seen a million times before. I’ve delivered countless wizard pregnancies, and examined hundreds of wizards in the process.”

Harry reluctantly lowered the blanket and spread his legs. He didn’t think that he’d ever been quite so embarrassed. Sure everyone yesterday had seen him naked, but they hadn’t been poking around down there. Harry jumped a mile as he felt a wand poke at his opening.

“I’m simply making sure everything is healthy, Mr. Snape, relax.” Madame Pomfrey huffed.

As the examination continued, Severus was eyeing his spouse worriedly. Even though Harry hadn’t known what the white light meant, he did. He had promised his love that he probably wasn’t pregnant, and here they were examining him for the pregnancy. And Harry didn’t know. Severus stopped his train of thought abruptly. ‘Since when do I think of anyone as LOVE!! And even if I did, it wouldn’t be Harry bloody Potter!’ He screeched internally. ‘Something went extremely wrong with that bonding spell. It was only supposed to make him obedient to me, not me to him.’

Finally, Madame Pomfrey finished up her examination and allowed Harry to pull the blankets up.

“Alright, Mr. Snape, everything seems perfectly healthy. Your extremely lucky, you seem to be one of the few males who are capable of natural delivery. No c-section, as the birth canal managed to form as soon as you conceived. Its much better for you and the child if you give birth naturally,” she said happily.

Her words cause Harry to manage the great feat of choking on air. “What?!” He gasped. “You mean, I’m…”

“Yes, of course!” she said happily. “Why did you think I was doing the examination? Just to embarrass you? Congratulations Mr. Snape, you conceived last night directly after the bonding. Which, according to the spells I performed, was your first time. Quite a feat that. Now, I must inform you that the white light that you saw when I performed the first spell indicated a multiple birth. Its impossible to tell the number or the sex, though there has only been one instance of triplets in male birth that I’ve ever heard of, which means its most likely twins.” She paused for a moment and looked at the still shocked Harry sternly. “I want to examine you every two weeks to make sure things are progressing normally.” She gathered up her things and turned to leave.

As she reached the door, she turned around and said pointedly to Severus, “Intercourse is not a problem at the moment.” And with that, she left.

“Sev, did she just…” Harry said, still unbelieving.

“I’m sorry, love, I’m so sorry, I know you don’t want this, but I promise you’ll be fine.” He slid down the bed and pulled Harry into his arms, stroking the back of his head as he buried his face in his husband’s shoulder and cried.

“I’m not ready for this!” Harry moaned.

“I know, love.” Severus comforted him for a few more minutes before pulling him up to a sitting position, caressing his stomach softly. “But I’ll take care of you both, you’ll see.” Harry nodded, sniffling softly as his tears stopped. “Now, why don’t you get dressed and we’ll both go see your friends.”

Harry looked at Severus, his confusion obvious in his expression. “I am almost positive that something happened in the bonding spell, but I feel very… attached to you. Not to mention protective. I can’t let you go anywhere alone right now, not when we just got that news.” Harry nodded. He understood what Severus was saying, and he could feel it too. The reluctance to leave his husband, calling him Severus or Sev without even thinking about it. Something ad definitely changed, and Harry knew just who to ask about it. Hermione had been acting fishy. She hadn’t been quite as upset about the bond as she should have been.

Once they had dressed, Harry and Severus made their way out of their rooms, Severus’ arm protectively around Harry. “We decided yesterday that we’d meet in my old room as soon as I woke up. They’re probably in there playing chess or something.” Harry said softly. Severus nodded, and they headed down the hallway towards Harry and Ron’s room.

As soon as they opened the door Ron, Hermione and Ginny flew towards them. Severus immediately placed himself in front of Harry, snarling at the three Gryffindors. “Get away from my husband!” He snapped angrily, eyes flashing.

“Sev, its ok,” Harry whispered, putting his hand on Severus’ shoulder. “They just want to make sure I’m ok.” Reluctantly, Severus allowed him to enter the room, where his three friends were standing rather shocked at their teacher’s behavior.

“Sorry about that guys,” Harry said, smiling gently, “We’ve had a bit of a rough morning. I don’t think we’ve really recovered yet.” Severus came up behind Harry and wrapped both arms around his waist possessively, glaring at the three teens in true Snape fashion.

“I must say, I knew that your behavior would change, but I never expected it to be so drastic or immediate.” Hermione said thoughtfully.

“I knew you knew something about this!” Harry said indignantly. “I bet you knew about the whole thing and just didn’t tell me! Well thanks for the warning! Some friend you are!” Harry shouted angrily.

“Harry, this is a good thing! The two of you are obviously getting along,” Hermione said, completely bewildered at his anger.

“Granger,” Snape spat, “He is not talking about that. He is talking about the discovery we made this morning. Though I assume you didn’t know by the pathetic look on your face. Do you practice that look in the mirror, or does the stupidity that is inherent in muggles run through your veins as well?” He asked viciously.

When Hermione saw the tears in Harry’s eyes, she realized that something else must have truly happened, as Harry usually stood up against Snape. “Harry, what’s wrong? You can tell us you know, we’ll always be there for you. We told you that before.”

Harry placed his hand over Snape’s, drawing strength from his husband. “You truly didn’t know that there are no contraceptives allowed for the first night of the bond?”

Hermione’s eyes widened as she realized what the problem was, but before she could continue, Ron spoke up, “Harry, mate, you can’t get pregnant. A wizard’s got to be wicked powerful for that to happen!”

Ginny hit her brother on the shoulder. “Ron, you idiot! Think who you’re talking to! Of course he can get pregnant, he’s the boy-who-lived.”

“That’s what happened, isn’t it Harry? You’re pregnant?” Hermione asked softly.

Harry nodded. “The test was white,” he whispered miserably, leaning back into Snape.

“Oh, Harry! Everything will be ok, you’ll see.” Hermione said, coming forward slightly to hug Harry, but stopping when Snape shook his head menacingly and growled softly.

“What does a white light mean?” Ron asked stupidly.

“Honestly Ron!” Ginny huffed. “How many times has Mum told us the story about when she found out she was having twins?”

Ron paled. “So the white light means twins?”

“Maybe. It just means multiple births, though more than two is extremely rare for men.” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Snape’s eyes narrowed suddenly. “We’re leaving now,” he said stiffly, pulling Harry towards the door.

“I still want to talk to my friends,” Harry protested, startled by Snape’s sudden change in behavior.

Severus glared at the room in general and attempted to turn said glare on Harry, but as soon as he looked at him his expression softened. This apparently did not please Snape, as he shook his head. “We are going to talk to Dumbledore right now, something is wrong, and I intend to see it fixed.” Without another word, Snape pulled Harry from the room, not even giving him a chance to say good-bye to his friends.

Ron looked somewhat bewildered, but Hermione was smiling softly. “What was that all about?” Ron asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Snape so protective over anyone! And the git was right mean to us, but he couldn’t even glare at Harry!”

“That,” Hermione said smugly, “is the bond at work. I suspect that at first the bond was so strong that Snape couldn’t be mean to Harry at all. Eventually, he will gain back control and his behavior will mellow, but he’ll always be fighting that instinct to love and care for Harry.”

Ginny smiled, “If it continues to work that well, then Harry’s life may not be so bad after all. Though I still can’t believe he may be having twins. I know Harry, and I know that he will love these babies when they get here, but for him to find out that he’s pregnant after his first time… It has got to be a shock.”

“And I’m sure this will put a dent in Dumbledore’s plans for Harry,” Ron said, smirking. “A bloke can’t exactly fight when he’s pregnant. Maybe Harry will get a rest for once.”

Hermione sighed. “I just hope that it wasn’t part of his plans, because if he plans on trying to manipulate my godchildren he has another thing coming!”

“He’ll have to get through all of us to hurt any of them.” Ron promised vehemently.


A/N: This chapter took the story somewhere I never expected, so I hope everyone enjoyed it. Despite this chapters fluffiness, there will be a lot of turbulence ahead for Snape and Harry, they were only acting that way because of the newness of the bond… so don’t get used to their cute and cuddly behavior. I promise to get the next chapter up quicker than I got this one up!!!!! Especially if you review… hehe ; )