The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Surprise Surpise







“Hurry up Severus! Or we’ll be late!”



“So?” I darkly muttered, drying my self off with my towel in the bedroom. “Plus, we’ve still got an hour left”



“Severus? SEVERUS!”



I sighed, the took a deep breath in, “GIVE ME TEN MINUTES!”



It was the next night and all of the family was getting ready -well more precisely just me getting ready- for the date with the Malfoy’s. How simply splendid. Lily was the first one to get ready out of all of us, who then got Jimmy ready and Harry with not even a breath and hair out of place.



Harry. I had not spoken to him, not even one word. Though, I did go straight to bed and went early to work in the next morning, so it was more like avoidance then simply not speaking. Well of course that will soon end in a matter of moments.



I heard the door open, when I moved my head sideways to see who it was, I saw Lily walking in wearing an all dark lusty green outfit. A teal bubble dress. A long shawl around her neck and flowing at the front, with long heeled shoes to match. “Hurry up Severus. What are you waiting for? Christmas?”



She looked simply and utterly beautiful. So stunning in fact that I wanted to take her away and marry her again. “You look beautiful Petal…”



She smiled before scowling playfully. “I wish I could say the same, but you’re still wearing your towel. I do sincerely hope you are not going like that?”



I smirked before turning away to go back in drying myself again, but only this time dropping the towel that was in my hand onto the floor and plucking up the towel that was wrapped around my waist to use. “What’s wrong with wearing my Birthday suite?”



“Nothing, as long as you only wear it here in this room!” I heard her faint footsteps backing away from me before hearing the door shut with one final complaint. “Hurry up now, or I’ll go by my self”



I groaned, “There’s an hour left!” But of course she shut the door first. Women…Its alright for them to be late when they wish it, but when it comes to us mere men; they act as if everything in the world was our fault - and not just being late. And to tell you the truth, I personally think I was far from being late. It was an hour for god’s sake!



When I placed my towel on top of my head and began to rub my wet hair furiously, I did not hear the door creaking open and shutting, nor did I hear the faint click of the keyhole locking. But I did feel the hands going around my torso and placing them onto my stomach firmly, the hard distinctive slender body pressing behind me, moulding itself to me. The soft breath ghosting over my goose pimpled skin, the soft locks of the silky hair brushing away like feathers fluttering away back and forth.



Could you guess who it was?



“Papa…”



I lowered my hands with the towel still clutched within my slackened grip, doing nothing but standing there quietly, waiting, anticipating.



“I’m sorry…” The tone so soft so scared, so repining.



I smiled bitterly; I must be doing something wrong, well, besides the obvious. Here I was, cheating on my lovers for the greater good of the family. After all, I was cheating on one another because I wanted them to be safe, protected from all the hurt in the world, I only want their eyes to see happiness and love, I only want them to experience that as much as possible. “Why? I don’t see anything you’ve done wrong”



Why should I? Why should I see anything wrong in this? He had the right to be happy, to be cherished, to be loved by someone who would do no wrong to him. I could not give that, not to the fullest of my capabilities. I only could give what I could give, and he deserved so much more, so much better than I. After all, it was already wrong, already complicated, already like a dirty little secret that could not only damage him but the people around us if this taste of forbidden fruit was ever discovered out by anyone. I could not give what he truly desired of me, of course he’ll say it was more than enough, but I could still see the truth from within his eyes, within his heart and soul.



I did not deserve such a wonderful, beautiful, pure soul such as him. Why did he want me? He could do so much better. So much better, but yet he still wanted to be with me. Why does this being want something that I could not truly give, not entirely that is; he gives me his love freely, entirely while I could only give him a fraction of my own. His entire love belongs to me while my love for him is only halved for him, the other half belonging to my wife. I was in love with both of them, and he was fine with sharing me, as long as he can have me.



“Please…don’t be like this” Such a plea that was so broken; an angelic plea that could bring any man to his knees.



“Like what?” My voice just as soft.



“So cold…”



Cold. No, I was far from it. If I was cold I would only have used him for my own amusement without a second thought. I was only being distant for his own safety to be protected from a lustful, disgusting, dirty, sinful, unworthy, worthless, perverted, superlative, repulsive man that should not be even considered a father.



Me. “Cold…” I placed my right hand onto his gently sighing lightly, “yet you’re so warm”. I unravelled his hands from my torso, stepping away while wrapping the towel around my waist. Walking towards the bed so I could begin to dress with clothes that were already set out onto the covers. “You should go back downstairs, your mother will might wonder where you are”



“She went out in the back garden with Jimmy for a bit cause he was getting restless”



I calmly slipped on my shirt, then my trousers. “Then I’ll be out in a for moments, just wait for me downst-”



“Look at me”, so firmly said and not so broken anymore, I could hear the jaw set into a hard line.



From all this when he set foot into this room without me knowing I did not even took one glance at him. I dared not to have even the slightest glimpse of him, fearing that that will make me crumble if I look into his eyes at the given chance. “Go back downstairs Harry…”



“Why won’t you look at me? Am I really that disgusting to look at now that I’ve kissed someone else behind your back?” Now his anger was slowly rising up in his tone with every word that came from his mouth.



I chuckled darkly, “so you’re admitting it my dear boy? How long you’ve been seeing Draco-as you so delightfully like to put it; behind my back?”



A groan of frustration, he was so easily quick tempered. “It meant nothing okay! It just happened that’s all! If it was something else then why would I be explaining this to you now?”



I began buckling my belt trying to seem that I did not care, but in truth I did care. A lot. “If you say so,” I wanted to hear more, I wanted to know why they kissed. I wanted to know if they were together…



And most of all, I wanted to know if he still loved me.



I heard his footsteps walking into a quick pace. I felt his hands onto my shoulders to turn me around forcefully with all his might that his slender form could give and once he had done just that, his eyes bore into mine.



And that, was my answer to all my questions.



“You’re a bastard you know that Papa? You’re supposed to go out there right now and rip Draco’s heart out for me. You’re suppose to protect me, you’re suppose to be possessive with me damn it!” He voice stumbled, “you’re suppose to…love me.” He lowered his head in defeat.



But I do, oh lord he does not know how much! And the reason why I was being like I was because I loved him enough to let him go! To get away from me before it was too late for him to regret. To run away to his mother before it was to late for me to control myself.



“Go…” I whispered hoarsely.



He looked up slowly, before I could see his eyes again I turned my head to the side to face the wall. “Go,” I repeated more firmly, “go downstairs Harry”



Silence, until…”Fuck you”



I could not help buy let out a small smirk at his choice of words, but alas I did not reply so instead I got out of his grip with ease and returned to dressing my self.



“You know what, fuck you! I don’t know why I even want you! You’re a complete bastard and were only using me so I could be just your little fuck toy. Is that what it is? You get bored of using pussy that you want something tight to fuck? You want-”



“Say what you will, so you could hurry up and get out of my room,” for the first time in my entire married life I wanted to slap him a crossed the face. I was so close into doing so, but the love for this boy, this son of mine hold onto my fist to stop me from losing him forever.



“No! I won’t!” Such teenage defiance.



“Get out Harry before I will regret doing something to you…” I growled out, so close…



A moment of silence broke out and I had thought that he took my warning with caution and would begin to leave. But no, he still had to be a teenager.



“Alright, I will…” I looked at him and saw he began to pace backwards slowly, “and I’ll go straight to mum to tell what we’ve been doing behind her back!”



My eyes widened, and before he could unlock the door I had pinned him against it roughly. Slamming his back against the wooden surface so hard that the shock of the force made his glasses lay crooked on his nose. I breathed heavily above him, “Trying to blackmail me now are you boy? Can’t get you want without fucking up someone’s life now?” So close…so near…



“Yeah that’s right, but I wasn’t exactly blackmailing…I think mum has the right to know what we’ve both been doing”



For some odd reason that made me slightly calmer. It was either his words or his eyes that softened with fear, with rejection. I raised my right hand almost timidly; he flinched badly as if expecting to be hit. I looked down in slight pity remembering the abused little boy coming into my home. I settled his glasses better onto his nose, once done I began to smooth away his locks away from his eyes then settled it on his cheek gently while whispering softly. “Why must you be so stubborn Harry? Why can you not just leave it be? Why can you not just be a normal teenage boy and go be with someone else?”



“Because strangely enough I can’t seem to do that because I’m in love with a prick”



I chuckled, “and I’m in love with a stubborn idiot”



He smiled briefly, placing his smaller hands onto the side of my face tracing my skin with his thumb. “Why are you trying to push me away?”



I sighed while closing my eyes and lowered my head in defeat, “because you deserve someone so much better…”



“You’re better than anyone I’ve met”



“You deserve to be cherished…”



“You make me feel cherished than most…”



“You deserve to be happy…”



“You make me feel happy when I‘m with you….”



“You deserve to be protected…”



“You make me feel safe in your arms alone…”



I looked up, my eyes saddened in fear that what will he reply to this one. “You deserve to be loved…”



He lowered both his hands and I had felt my chest tighten in pain until he raised one hand onto my own that was rested on his cheek. “Then love me…” he whispered out, “because you’re the only one that I love”



And that was my undoing.



I pressed my self firmly against him to the door, my hands stilling his face as I smashed my lips with his own. Feeling his glasses moving away with the force of our heads turning left to right as our lust crazed mouths could explore even further, deeper with every thrust of our tongues.



Wanting to feel this beautiful creature even more, wanting to be closer, needing to be closer so I began to undue his trousers, him fumbling along when he stepped out of it when his trousers hit the ground. He undid my shirt that had only been buttoned halfway before I pushed away his hands in frustration and pulled him up so he could wrap his football-toned legs around my waist.



His small hands plunging into my still wet hair as our kiss went even deeper in need, our bodies rubbing against each other in further contact. I supported him by one hand-pushing him further against the door -while I used my other to unbuckle my belt and zip to pull out my straining cock.



As I positioned my member above his hole brushing the tip against his dry skin that was slowly being smeared by my leaking pre-cum I briefly wondered about preparation, but soon past as he used his legs to push him self down onto my dick and my hips pushed back up instinctively and kept on doing so until he was engulfed by my cock.



The tight unbelievable heat was making me jerk and thrust and pull back and fuck him into the door, breaking away from the kiss as our laboured breathing washed over each other faces as he began to encourage me by saying, “more”. Harder and harder, the more needier I became while he just tightened his grip with his hands and legs while holding down his strained mewls of pleasure, resisting from screaming out in pleasure. Pushing and shoving against his prostrate while he began to jerk off his cock between us, my thrusts became more quicker in pace, hearing the soft thumps of his back hitting against the wooden door by the force. “Yes!” With a few more thrusts he came, spurting his semen between and as I came my semen spilled deep within him, moaning out his name against his ear.



We were still holding each other in the same position, and as our breathing in time become normal I tiredly moved my head to look at him. His eyes closed blissfully, his face flushed in crimson, the face that did not held his glasses anymore, I slowly spoke. “Are you alright?”



He broke out in a sated smile, opening his beautiful emerald eyes exhaustedly, “fantastic” he murmured out. He hands was still deep within my hair, and so he smoothly began to stroke it.



I kissed his scar tenderly; “good” and then proceed to lower him onto the ground so he could stand on his own. My sex slipped slowly out of his wet heat. Harry groaned out in protest.



“Give it back…”



I gave out a few deep barks of chuckles, “Not yet Raven, I think we should get ready…” I looked at him pointedly where his discarded trousers was, “…again. Your mother will be back so go quickly ok? I’ll see you later”. With one final kiss I went back to the bed, cleaning my member with a towel then begun to finish dressing. Harry started dressing as well.



“Good evening Sir and Madam, how can I help you?”



We’ve arrived at the restaurant that Malfoy had told of me, which I must say it was the type that I would expect of Malfoy to choose. Money was no object to that man, and he would gladly show it to backup his point. Too bad that’s the only thing he is good for.



“We are to be expected, we are under the guest list of Mr Lucius Malfoy”



“Ah yes, Mr Snape? Right this way, they have just arrived a few moments ago. Please, follow me”



So we did, and soon we had arrived at a large round table, which occupied three platinum blonde heads. One only person genuinely smiling, though it was directed at my oldest son. I gritted my teeth ever so slightly, and yes I would admit I was a little jealous, but of course; it was soon soothed down when I knew how Harry truly felt.



All of the Malfoy stood up to greet us, but only Lucius spoke. “Welcome! I am glad that you had all made it!” He reached out to shake my hand politely in greeting which I was grateful for it only being a brief of touch. Well at the moment that is.



He waved to his wife then son to introduce them to us formally, “This is my wife Narcissa, and of course my son Draco who I am sure you know of. On pleasant of terms I hope.”



We all had smiled, though I’m sure mine was grimmer. “Yes, a very delightful young man. This is my wife Lily, our oldest son Harry and the youngest Jimmy,” I introduced as well.



“A pleasure to meet all of you, well let’s sit down shall we? I’m just dying to know all of you more personally. Though, probably not much left considering that Severus does like to babble on about you all, trying to make us green with envy. ” Lucius smiled, giving me a look that made me look curiously at him. What was he planning? I thought, but soon left it as that as I focused my full attention back to the steadily brewing conversation that was arising.



When all of our meals had arrived, the flowing conversation around our table was light. Not indulging in personal questions and I was such a fool to believe that this could be so easy. A fool that I could allow myself to let my guard down simply that I was with my family. I should of saw this coming; I knew I could if only I saw the signs. No, I allowed myself to accept this invitation and be lured into false security. And my family had to repay its price of my mistake.



“Narcissa, are you doing well? Do you need a pillow for your back my dear?” Lucius sounded almost concerned for his wife. I felt pity towards her, knowing that she knew nothing of what her husband was really truly like. Though I could not say much for myself, I was just as bad but I had my reasons. Even how pitiful they were, I still had them.



Narcissa looked upon her husband with a little gratitude showing in her eyes. “Please Lucius, I would love that. Our baby seems to be a little restless tonight” And off Lucius went to fetch what his wife desired.



Lily smiled at Narcissa in sympathy. “Do you know what gender the baby is? Unless you want to keep it a secret that is?”



Narcissa smiled back, “It’s a girl. Me and Lucius had been trying for another baby when Draco had started High school”



I resisted my snort, resisting the temptation to blurt out ‘That’s not all your husband was trying to get’



“How splendid! I always wanted a little girl to dress up!” Lucius had came back with a red velvety cushion, Lily looked back and forth between the two blondes. “Have you decided a name on the little blessing by any chance?”



Narcissa smiled joyfully, “Well, we decided to name her Crystal”



“That’s a lovely name, I bet you cannot wait to get back at baby training”



“Speak for your self!” Lucius said heartily, “I was the one who had to change Draco’s nappies”



“Father! That’s a little personal!” Draco was crimson red by all his blushing.



“Ewww, no more poo poo talk. Eating ice-cream!” Jimmy went back in shovelling his desert.



They all laughed merrily with me just letting out a smile just for the show. I looked again at Lucius briefly, wondering how he can be so loving while he was cheating on his wife with me. That how could he keep a clear conscience while he-as he said- loved me. I know my conscience was far from clear. I was far from being the perfect husband. But Lucius, he genuinely looked like he thought what he was doing was right. He genuinely thought that what he did was always right.



“Oh, I know what you mean Narcissa. I had Severus and Harry changing Jimmy nearly all the time. I mean after all, we did carry them-”



“Oh I agree. They should do some of the hard work. But I must admit, Lucius is a good father when it comes down to it”



“Yes, I must agree. No matter how much Severus complains about it, I know he really enjoys it in the end”



I looked back at Lily playfully, “What my love? Fatherhood or nappy changing? I must assure you, I’ll choose fatherhood over dirty nappies any day”



“Eating!” Jimmy whined out which resulted in another row of laughs.



Lily looked up at me, “Well, you know you’ll soon be changing nappies again husband of mine”



Lucius now looked intrigued, but it was hard what was going on in that sick mind of his. “Soon? Something to share with us Severus?”



Not really, I thought but nonetheless I did share what he sought after. “Lily is just nearly over two months along. We are expecting our third child…” I never let my stare waver from his cold piercing eyes. Seeing if I could notice anything that would giveaway to what he was thinking. To see if I could get just a glimpse of what he was planning. But no, none at all, he looked ecstatic. And that worried me to no end.



“Congratulations Severus! This is most certainly good news! You must be so proud, both of you must be so proud! Have you told Riddle about this? I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed!” Lucius stand up abruptly, facing the waiter. “Waiter! You’re finest champagne will be served to everyone in this restaurant. On me! Both of our wife’s are expecting our new children! This must be celebrated!”



Riddle? I remembered I haven’t even told my sons yet. Upon realising it-ignoring the shouts of joys, cheering, thunder of clapping around me- I looked straight at Harry while he looked straight at me. Our eyes was locked into the tense gaze. What felt like eternity-what felt like time itself was slowed down- was actually a few mere seconds when he broke out the tiniest, the saddest smile. But he mouthed out the words ‘I love you’ before I noticed now that everyone around us was screaming, cries of anguish, and running in chaos.



Snapping out of my thought I went to look around what was the problem. Why was everyone was running amuck. My wife - now that I had noticed the surroundings- who was huddled down a few tables from ours- crying with all she was worth, being comforted by Narcissa. Now my sons- who was a few tables away from Lily- was being comforted by Draco. I looked to see Lucius who he brought me around to walk past them.



The largest of the main window that showed London’s street, was completely smashed. And before it, lying down on the white clothed tabled was occupied by a bloodied unmoving body. I was shocked, though my feet kept on moving towards that corpse with Lucius‘s hand on my back guiding to that body. Slowly, almost afraid on how it looked so familiar even with all the dried blood and mangled hair, the disfigured face and limbs that was butchered into unbelievable angles. Stab wounds littered across his chest.



Upon reach aching it, I was right. It did look familiar, so much that I knew who that person was. And I for the first time felt sorry for him, no remorse, but just pity. For that through him and my mistake, my family was suffering.



The hand on my back glided down to take hold of my hand firmly, Lucius’s lips gently brushing against my earlobe. Whispering softly, smoothly, “Surprise surprise. No need to unwrap my gift to you my love. I hope you enjoy it…”



I looked back at Lucius in shock. Knowing now how much capable this man was able to be. “What have you done…” I croaked out. The screams were still audible around us. But the heartbeat pounding in my ears was able to block out all the sounds except Lucius’s sterling voice that was piercing right through.



He came nearer, his face now hold a look of genuine concern. A look that seemed to others at first glance meant sympathy. But truly, it was a look of a mad man trying to please the one he loves. “I done this for you Sev’rus. I love you. This is all for you. He won’t be bothering you anymore my love…”



I looked back at the man, the man who my family cared about. I closed my eyes in regret for my family. Goodbye Sirius, I thought in sympathy.



The lips brushed against my ear again. Before leaving a soft kiss, the lips uttered once more. “Surprise surprise”



Surprise surprise indeed.