Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER 44

Harry lay on his side on the edge of the bed staring at the chest of draws opposite him. The boy hadn’t been asleep and had spent most of the evening lying staring at the darkened canopy above the bed thinking. Despite trying to foreign indifference Harry was concerned for Snape’s welfare. Voldemort was a powerful dark wizard and Snape no matter how careful was still in danger. It had been with relief that Harry had heard Snape finally come into the bedroom. Harry had gone to get up to greet him but had stopped when he felt the man lean over him to Draco. Draco had been fast asleep but Snape had woken him with a whisper. In the darkness Harry had watched Draco rise from the bed practically latching himself onto Snape like a leech. The two of them had tumbled into the window seat together the sounds of their frantic coupling echoing in the silence of the room. It was inevitable it was coming with Draco’s season, but Harry hadn’t expected to be witness to it. Harry wondered quietly if he’d been as vocal as Draco was, calling Snape’s name like a mantra with every touch.

Eventually the pair had fallen into bed together and Harry had consciously turned over as Draco screamed in ecstasy as Snape mounted him. The old wooden bed creaked with each thrust and Harry could smell the heady mix of sweat and sex coming from the tangle of limbs beside him. Harry told himself he wouldn’t look, after all it was Draco’s moment but as Snape’s groans deepened and the thrusts more staggered Harry couldn’t help himself. Glancing over his shoulder Harry watched as Snape leant down and kissed Draco soundly the dark curtain of the elder wizard’s hair shielding the kiss from view before the pair broke apart in an audible gasp and Draco screamed Snape’s name as he arched up under the other wizard. Snape let out a primal grunt, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy as he lost his load into the younger blonde beneath him. Harry wondered if Snape had looked so beautiful when he’d taken him and it was with jealousy that he watched Draco pass out in exhaustion. As if coming back to himself Severus eyes snapped instantly open sensing that he was being watched. Harry froze his gaze locked in the indigo eyes of his mates, his breath caught in his throat. For a long moment they stared at one another Snape still propped up over Draco’s limp form and Harry staring at him from over his shoulder. Harry didn’t know what to do and didn’t dare move as he watched Snape pull out of Draco casually wiping off his cock on the bed sheets as he shifted to hover over Harry still lying frozen on his side.

“Duty for something’s, love for others.” Severus whispered strangely into Harry’s neck before leaning down and kissing Harry languidly on the lips. The kiss wasn’t hurried and Harry sank into the man’s heat the passionate kiss different from any others they’d ever shared before. Harry was breathless by the time Snape pulled away the lingering taste of Draco on the man’s lips licked away to be replaced by Harry. Snape didn’t explain himself further and merely lowered himself down to lie spooned up against Harry’s back. Harry wanted to know what he’d meant by his comment but as Snape’s breath evened out and the hand draped over his stomach fell limp Harry knew Snape had fallen asleep and there would be no explanation.

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“I do not know what you said last week to the dark lord Severus but what ever it was he didn’t like it.” Lucius snapped as he wrapped the bandage more tightly around his forearm where his dark mark was bleeding profusely and was deeply infected. Severus’ own mark was in no better condition but the lotion he was rubbing into it daily was helping someway in stemming the infection. A simple memory charm Severus had performed on Lucius had ensured the man remembered little of the death eater meeting that had taken place last week. The last thing Severus needed at present was for Lucius to learn that Snape’s secret was out, after all it was the crux of Severus blackmail of the blonde.

“I’d sooner say that the Ministry are making ground in the war, and that is the cause of our present discomfort.” Severus muttered as he flipped the page of his book. Silence fell across the library again the two elder wizards reading their respective chosen material. It was a while before footsteps echoed in the corridor outside shortly before Harry appeared in the doorway looking rather flustered. Harry glanced cautiously between the two men who were both look at him from over the tops of their dusty tombs. It had been a strange week since Draco’s season had ended and the blonde had finally mated with Severus. Snape had returned to his usual snarky self even giving Harry a sound belting after the boy had insulted him at the dinner table on Wednesday. The cuts across Harry’s backside from the man’s leather strap still prevented him from sitting for any length of time.

Harry bit the side of his lip cautiously as he glanced from Severus to Lucius and then back again. He needed to talk to Severus but it was about Draco, who at present was lying flat on the bathroom floor upstairs being violently ill. However Harry was not willing to discuss it with Lucius present, the death eater touchy when it came to do with anything regarding his son. Any little thing may cause the man to retaliate and Harry knew better than to incite the man’s rage.

“There’s little doubting he’s pregnant now Severus.” Lucius broke the stalemate first and Harry consciously looked down and tugged his shirt down over his small rounded belly. It was getting beyond a joke trying to find things that fit him anymore, and the house elves were still sewing him new winter robes. Severus smiled crookedly at Lucius before glancing over Harry’s figure critically.

“Indeed I will have to give your house elves a hurry along. The babe will be born before they’ve finished sewing.” Snape snapped irritably as he turned back to his book ignoring Harry’s presence. Lucius however continued to stare at Harry who shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. Harry had promised Draco he wouldn’t leave him for too long.

“Severus I want to….” Harry started to ask if he could see Severus alone but Lucius cut him off.

“He makes a fine bitch Severus, I have wondered why you chose my son when you have him instead.” Lucius whispered curiously still staring at Harry with a strange look in his eyes. Snape looked up from his book and glared at Lucius pointedly.

“I chose your son because he fucks like a minx and has a disposition I like in my bed.” Severus replied brutally his gaze firmly locked with Lucius as the blonde wizard sneered in disgust.

“Please Severus can I….” Harry tried again sensing the rising tension between the two wizards that had been building since the very moment Lucius had found out about Draco’s condition.

“So you have him for your bed and nothing else?” Lucius spat sharply as he put aside his book and folded his arms challengingly across his chest. Snape also lowered his book and cocked his head sarcastically to the side.

“Not entirely but it’s his best asset. In fact I believe your son may soon be carrying my child as well, so he’ll have another use aside from a bed warmer.” Snape spat sarcastically watching as Lucius’ temper began to rise. Harry swallowed nervously and stepped further into the room trying to diffuse the situation.

“What?” Lucius ground out dangerously as Snape rose from the chair and stared down at his nose at him.

“Didn’t you hear him last week Lucius, I’m sure you did he is quite vocal when I take him like that and I see no need for silencing wards. Did you think it was Harry?” Snape paused, Lucius’ fists tightening on the arms of his chair as Snape baited him. “No Harry’s season was in December it was Draco’s turn last week, and what always amazes me about Draco is that he’s always as tight as a virgin….”

“Shut up!” Lucius’ restraint finally broke and he screamed at Snape as he stood up from his chair to face off against the other wizard. Harry sighed heavily as he watched Lucius and Snape stand nose to nose waiting for the other to make the next move. Harry was sure Snape got off on making Lucius suffer through the details of his son’s indiscretions.

“Severus…” Harry tried once more this time with a little pleading in his tone of voice. Almost instantly Snape snapped his head around to glare at him, as if only realizing he was there.

“WHAT!” Snape roared his eyes flashing dangerously at Harry who obediently lowered his eyes in submission to his Superei.

“Please, it’s Draco I don’t think he’s very well.” As quickly as his eyes had colored indigo Snape’s eyes returned to their normal obsidian gaze as he stepped away from his confrontation with Lucius. Draco hadn’t been well since his mating with Snape last week, and while Harry had managed to conceal it from Snape all week he now knew it was time to get help. Draco was pale and withdrawn; he wasn’t eating and could keep nothing down not even water and dry biscuits. Harry was desperate and couldn’t hide Draco’s illness any longer. Snape approached Harry and drew the boy’s head up with a soft hand under his chin. Harry looked guiltily up Snape meeting the man’s dark eyes in silence. “He’s on the floor in the bathroom and I can’t get him up. He hasn’t been well all week, he told me not tell you but…” Harry swallowed nervously as Snape sighed heavily.

“Come with me.” Snape whispered and ignoring Lucius grabbed hold of Harry’s elbow and began dragging him upstairs. Harry struggled to keep up finding getting up stairs far more tiring then they used to be with his weight gain and protruding belly. Snape let go of Harry’s arm as they entered the bedroom, and Snape rushed into the bathroom to retrieve Draco. Draco was shaking and wet with sweat when Snape carried him out and laid him on the bed. Harry was breathing heavily after the rush and sat down cautiously on the trunk at the end of the bed as he watched Snape conduct a quick inspection of the blonde. “He has a virus undoubtedly caught from the blood vial he drank last week.” Snape concluded as he stood up from Draco’s side and strode over to his leather potions roll unfolded on top of the drawer.

“Will it…” Harry didn’t dare speak the words, as he placed his hand over his own stomach. It was still too early to tell whether Draco was carrying but as Snape had pointed out during Harry’s season this first month was a delicate stage.

“Not if we catch it early. Damn I will have to go out I have nothing to help him.” Harry frowned as Snape snatched up his cloak and his potions roll as he strode towards the door.

“Take him downstairs into the garden and sit him in the sun, the vitamins from the light will help his natural immune system. I will be back as soon as I can.” With that Snape swept away and Harry was left to carefully help a weak pale Draco downstairs.

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