Polyjuice Play

Alright, The final chapter of Remus/Tonks version of POlyjuice experimenting.

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Remus woke to Hermione grinning over him. He realized he was reclined in Severus lounge chair. He looked around and saw the also grinning Potions Master across from him, still lying on the couch with his stocking covered feet crossed at the ankle over the arm of said couch.

“If I didn’t know you better, Severus, I’d think you were putting me on. But since Hermione’s in on this, I am forced to believe the two of you. Are you serious?”

“Quite serious, Remus.” Hermione sat on the coffee table between the two men. “We found a lot of information about the Polyjuice pregnancies. That’s why it’s a controlled potion now. Severus is learning from his mistakes, right, love?” She looked over at her husband. He sneered at her. Then he smacked her bottom as she passed him. She laughed, and then quickly returned to her somber visage.

“It’s not my fault that the two of you put your heads together. I was more than happy to just experiment and have a bit of fun. You’re the one, Severus, who decided to pass the fun along.”

“And now the werewolf’s going to have puppies. It almost makes up for being a pregnant wizard.” Severus sighed and grinned again.

“What are you on, Severus? You’re much too happy for a man who just found out he’s up the duff.”

“Just knowing I’m not alone. Misery does love company, does it not? Oh, and Hermione floo’d Nymphadora. She’ll be here any minute to collect you. I wish Colin Creevey were here with his camera.” Hermione slapped her husband’s legs. He grimaced and sat up so she’d have room.

“Of course you’d want company, you Slytherin bastard. You’re always bloody miserable!” Remus sat up straighter as he realized what was in store for him. “How the hell am I going to have a baby?”

“Babies. Or puppies, if we’re all lucky.” Hermione smacked Severus again not only for interrupting Remus, but for continuing the verbal torture of his sometimes friend.

“Control yourself, Severus, or you’ll be sleeping out here tonight too.”

“Witch. You’ll be alright, Lupin. Medicine is much farther along than it was a thousand years ago. Any children will be healthy and brought to full term. We’ll just have to have cesarean sections. At least we won’t have all the other bothersome bits of pregnancy like swollen breasts and mood swings.”

Hermione ‘humphred’ at that. Severus had been a pain in the arse the last two weeks. Well, more so than usual, at least.

“Will it be like me, though?” Remus worriedly bit his bottom lip. His lycanthropy was the reason he and Tonks hadn’t had children yet.

“You can go to Madame Pomfrey. She’s taking care of Severus. I’m sure she’ll be discreet and honest.” Hermione smiled at her friend reassuringly. While waiting for remus to rouse, she’d wondered the same thing. Should a baby born with such a horrid affliction be born? She was glad that it wasn’t her dilemma to wade through.

Remus stood up and took a deep breath, straightening his spine. “When Nymphadora comes through, tell her where I am. And don’t laugh like a bloody hyena, Snape.”

Severus just grinned wickedly and put his arm around his wife’s shoulder. He turned to her once the werewolf had left their quarters. “We’re alone. Want to play ‘Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?’ Well, in this case, the big bad potions master.” The leer was her undoing. She giggled as he pushed her to her back, kissing her neck, moving lower until his nose nudged her blouse aside. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of her husband’s loving.

Severus pulled away, sitting up suddenly. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see him bolt from the couch and sprinting down the hall to their bathroom. She sighed for a different reason this time as she listened to her husband retch up what little lunch he’d been able to take in earlier.


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Poppy glared at the man resting uncomfortably on one of her examination tables. She sniffed and rolled her eyes. ‘The idea that they needed to spice up their sex lives. Indeed! Look what it got them.’ Although the mother in her who had endured a combined 49 hours of labor for her two daughters felt a slight bit of morbid justification at the results of the test.

“No doubt about it, Mr. Lupin. You’ll be joining Professor Snape in seven and a half months or so. Congratulations.” She said dryly as she watched him turn a pretty Slytherin shade of green.

“Is there a way to find out if it’s like me?”

“Not yet. Not until the second trimester, Remus. I can tell what gender it is, though.”

“We should wait for Nymp—.”

“Bloody hell, Remus. What are you doing in the infirmary? Are you alright? Harry said you’ve been sick lately and hadn’t said one word to me.” Tonks hurried through the door, avoiding the stone she always tripped over just inside the entrance.

“I’m alright, Nymphadora. I do have something odd to tell you, though. Remember that night we tried the Polyjuice that Severus gave me? Well, Igotpregnantandnowwe’rehavingababy!” He gasped in one breath, closing his eyes to avoid the odd look from not only his wife, but the Nurse. He waited breathlessly for a moment, then cocked one eye open. Tonks was standing at his side, one foot tapping as she looked at him with amusement.

“You didn’t have to get worked up about it, Remus. Hermione told me ‘bout Severus this morning at work. Haven’t had such a good laugh in months, really. I guess it’s not quite as funny now that we’re in the same situation, but, at least nothing serious happened to us.”

“I’m fucking pregnant, Nymphadora Tonks Lupin! I think that’s ‘serious!’”

“Oh, it’s not like you’re going to have ta actually give birth! Now, are we having a boy or a girl, Madame Pomfrey?” She turned brightly to the Medi-witch, who was watching and holding in her own laughter. Poppy waved her wand over Remus’ stomach and frowned. She shook first her head, then the wand, disbelief washing through her. She passed the wand over Remus again, then sighed.

“A girl.” Nymphadora laughed and clapped her hands. Remus, still worried about passing on his curse, smiled for his wife’s benefit. “And a boy, and another boy.”

The laughing stopped. Poppy swore later she heard jaws hitting the floor.

“Multiple births don’t happen to be common in either of your families?” Poppy watched Nymphadora sit on the edge of the bed with her husband.

“No, but werewolves have litters.”

“Well, congratulations. It’s a litter. Make sure you get flea collars and newspaper put down.” She said dryly and left them alone.

“I hate when Severus is right.”


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