Guilty as Sin

A/N *Wails in distress* I'm weak, so, so weak. I tried but alas I have become too attached to this stories characters to end it like I had planned when this story began. Admittedly the ending won't be fluffy bunny because anyone who's read my stuff before knows I loath happy endings but it won't have the kick in the arse, punch in the stomach kind of twist that I promised because I just can't bring myself to write it. *Wails contintually* I hope it's not disspointing and if anyone dares say I didn't see it coming, I'll say you haven't been reading the story right then because the signs have been there from the very beginning. Alas all things must come to an end just as this story must....I hope you enjoy the last three chapters and please read and review, it'll make my world complete when people appreciate my work.

CHEERS
RIFFRAFF


CHAPTER 55

Harry sat in the chair by the window watching the train circle the track running along the window bottom. It was snowing outside, not because of the Analysian Curse but because it was actually winter again. Things had settled strangely after Harry had defeated Voldemort, and the three of them had fallen into a family like routine. With the wizard world helping to slowly rebuild the muggle world destroyed by Voldemort and his curse everyone seemed industriously busy. Even Snape was mulling over paperwork the Ministry had sent him in regards to the new laws concerning the Elith-Furatu. Harry felt as if he’d fallen back into his life at the Dursley’s before he’d known he was a wizard. Admittedly he was 12 months pregnant, living with a dominating male and consuming wizard blood on a regular basis but that was superficial. Without the threat of Voldemort or the looming title of the boy who lived hanging over his head, Harry felt almost normal again. The wizarding world had once again screamed the praises of Harry Potter when news broke of Tom Riddle being brought to trial, his magic lost but the publicity had died and now he’d been left alone to enjoy his confinement as Draco had put it so politely.

“Must you insist on decorating the house Draco, we are all aware of the time of year without tacky, tasteless reminders hanging from the ceiling and any other spare space you can find.” Harry smiled sheepishly over his shoulder as he watched Snape flick his paper in irritation as Draco hovered over him to hang up some more festive banners.

“Scrooge.” Draco muttered clipping Snape purposefully with his foot as he lowered himself back to the ground. The comment earned him a slap, which Draco accepted dutifully before boldly asking for another just as Harry had done nearly a year ago. Snape obliged more than eager to take his festive frustrations out on the blonde who was more than up for the challenge. Harry turned back to watch the snow falling outside the window and the little Christmas railway set up in the window bottom while Snape threw Draco over the coffee table and fucked the blonde’s arse red raw.

“Tis the season to be merry.” Harry muttered as Draco’s familiar breathy screams of delight deepened to much rawer shouts of praise for Severus’ performance. Rolling his eyes at the blonde’s dramatics Harry fiddled with the branches of the Christmas tree beside the fire re arranging a few of the hanging ornaments and misplaced bit’s of tinsel. Harry winced a little at the sound of Snape’s belt connecting with Draco’s already sore backside. The blonde was used to such treatment though and politely thanked his elder for the lesson before crawling over to the rocking chair to curl up content and relaxed. Harry heard the shuffle of clothes as Snape pulled on his robe before moving over to stand silently behind Harry looking out of the frosty window. Snape gently placed a hand over Harry’s shoulder a slight frown furrowed in his forehead as Harry shuddered at the touch. Harry stared at the reflection of the elder wizard in glass the dark obsidian gaze lost in the depths of Harry’s emerald eyes.

“It’s begun.” Snape whispered as Harry shuddered again. Harry slowly nodded his hand automatically coming up to rest on his protruding belly that had been rumbling ominously all afternoon and evening. Snape snorted in disinterest despite himself unable to stop the automatic reaction he had to the prospect of Harry giving birth later in the evening. Unless the child was a male Snape would take little interest in the offspring and his Elith-furatu instincts were conflicting with his wizarding morals that cried out for him to be more attentive to his mate than he was supposed to be at this time. “It’s best I make myself scarce until the time comes, I’ll be better help to you at the last minute than spending hours stewing and getting irritated. It’s not in a Superei’s nature to take an interest in this sort of thing and it’s best to keep that side of me appeased until it’s unavoidable.” Harry turned around sharply and looked at Snape in worry but the elder wizard merely smiled gently and ran a soft hand comfortingly over Harry’s cheek. “You’ll be fine Harry, I suggest you take things easy while you can, it’s all down hill from here. Draco will stay with you and call me when you’re ready.” Harry and Snape both looked dubiously over at Draco who was crashed out in the rocking chair, his naked body sprawled ungainly over the cushions and a self-satisfied smirk twitching at the corners of his lips while he slept. Harry looked back up at Snape in worry and watched as Snape rolled his eyes and grabbed the smelling salts from the vial beside the dresser. Striding over to Draco, Snape uncorked the bottle and with one hand grabbing Draco’s hair, practically pushed the foul smelling vial up Draco’s nose.

Coughing, spluttering and choking Draco awoke with a pig like snort hastily pushing Snape away from him as he forced down a heave.

“Jesus, way to kill a high.” Draco coughed as he sat up as Snape recorked the bottle.

“Now you know what it’s like sleeping next to you two the month before your seasons.” Snape muttered as he threw Draco a robe and replaced the vial in the cabinet. Draco shook the remainder of the smell from his nose as he pulled on the robe and looked a little disgruntled at both Harry and Snape.

“So what’s going on?” Draco muttered as Snape collected a few books from the shelves along with a pillow and some parchment and a quill.

“Harry’s contractions have started, I’m going to the library.” Snape glanced around at the room to see if he needed anything else before turning and heading for the door, the aroma Harry’s body was already beginning to omit causing Snape’s inner Elith-furatu to irk in irritation.

“Whoa, hang on a sec, I’m not doing this on my own!” Draco demanded looking panicked across Harry and then back at Snape who was just barely controlling the Elith-furatu inside himself.

“And you won’t Draco, all I ask is that you keep him company until he’s ready. I have patience enough to perform the birth but not to sit around and watch him whine.” Snape winced at his unwise choice of words knowing that it was time he was going.

“I’m not whining.” Harry snapped irritably his hand still absently rubbing the slight kick in his stomach.

“Trust me boy, you will be soon enough.” Snape growled again cursing his inability to control himself, even after years of schooled practice. Harry shut up immediately knowing that lashing out at Snape now could all end in disaster. “Just prepare the spare room, and come and fetch me when he’s close.” With that Snape turned on his heel and without a backwards glance strode from the room. Harry looked sadly across at Draco who despite himself smiled in a weak expression of comfort.

“You’ll be fine Harry, I’ll just go and do as he says I won’t be long.” With another fake smile Draco followed Snape’s lead almost glad to be out of Harry’s sight and the awkwardness that had arisen. Harry sighed heavily and turned around to stare back out of the frosted window. The train that had been chugging around the tracks had finally stopped and Harry reached over with his wand to recharge the toy with magic. Harry had been secretly dreading this night since he’d had time to think about it long enough. No one had discussed what would happen or what was expected of him, even Snape clammed up about the subject when asked. Draco had been less helpful, with the impending birth looming Draco’s sadness over his own lost child had begun to rear it’s ugly head. Harry had done very little to prepare, he supposed he should have been buying baby clothes or learning how to nurse the child from a bottle or something but he’d been so preoccupied with Voldemort he hadn’t even bothered to think about it and now it was too late…

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‘Breath Potter, breath. You’ve lived through worse pain.’ Harry’s personal pep talk was doing very little to help his situation, which at present wasn’t a pretty sight. On his hands and knees in the cool air of the hallway, panting like he’d run a mile, with sweat dripping from his face onto the stone floor Harry looked more like an overheated dog than a potential parent. Draco was sat on the bottom step of the main staircase a spray bottle of water in one hand and a useless towel in the other. Snape’s mother hovered pointedly between paintings on the stairwell occasionally berating Draco for his less then sensitive comments but more often than not criticizing them both for not doing things as they had been done back when she’d given birth to her own son nearly 30 years prior.

“Lucky you weren’t on the rug.” Draco whispered as a house elf scurried to mop up the small accident Harry had unintentionally let slip on the floor. Harry looked up angrily from between his arms to glare at Draco, who swallowed nervously but continued regardless. “He would have hit the roof if you’d have ruined it.”

“Draco, you’re not helping.” Harry ground out angrily from between clenched teeth as another painful wave swept over his body, robbing the breath from his lungs and making his head spin so that his vision swam before his eyes.

“It’s kind of an eye opener really, at least seeing you go through this I know what to expect.” Draco whispered changing the subject slightly knowing that anything he said at present would undoubtedly not be right for Harry.

“I wish you’d shut up.” Harry snapped irritably as another wave caught him unaware causing his arms to buckle beneath him as he collapsed down onto the floor, biting his lips in a desperate attempt not to scream in agony. “Isn’t it over yet.” Harry whimpered as Draco put aside the bottle of water and the towel to shift over to Harry’s side.

“Let’s have a look.” Harry threw his hands over his eyes refusing to show his pain as Draco gently lifted his t-shirt and softly began prodding the boy’s belly. When Draco didn’t offer any comment Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the blonde who was looked guiltily up at him. “I may have slightly over estimated how long this was going to take.”

“What!” Harry cried out unable now to stop the pain that swept through his body robbing him of any sense.

“Come on, Snape’ll kill me if he thinks I put you through more pain than necessary. This could have been done half an hour ago.” Harry didn’t want to move and cried out again as Draco helped him to his feet and began aiding him upstairs. Draco didn’t get as far as the second landing before Harry collapsed in a screaming heap. The blonde swallowed nervously as he heard the door to the library slam open and watched the familiar figure of Snape running up the stairs towards them.

“What the fuck is going on!” Snape shouted loudly pushing Draco aside as he knelt over Harry’s form to feel the boy’s swollen stomach for himself. “You stupid boy!” Draco knew what was coming as Snape struck out at him slapping him hard across the face and sending him sprawling into the wall.

“I didn’t realize, no one told me he’d been having them since lunch you said 12 hours from the first contraction I didn’t think he’d started at lunch!” Draco screamed back at Snape who ignored him and began tearing Harry’s clothes from him. Harry whimpered, uselessly clutching to Snape’s hands that fought to hold him still.

“Just go and get the supplies, he can’t wait any longer.” Snape spat nastily at Draco who took off up the staircases after glaring at Snape angrily. Harry was hysterical having finally given up fighting the pain as he writhed under Snape’s gentle hands. “Harry, please stay still I can’t do it while you’re moving!” Snape struggled to get Harry to stay still but the boy wasn’t having any of it.

“Just get it out of me!” Harry screamed his finger nails tearing chunks of skin from Snape’s arms as he fought desperately, his eyes glowing an ominous lavender colour that Snape didn’t want to see. Snape couldn’t wait for Draco any longer. Dragging the dagger from his inner robe Snape pinned Harry’s hands down under one hand before sitting himself down on the boy’s kicking legs. It wasn’t idea but it would do…

Snape swallowed awkwardly as he twisted the knife in his hand before glancing at Harry’s screwed up face for a final time before bringing the silver blade down to the boy’s abdomen. Snape shook as the blade sliced easily through the skin Harry’s body aching up under him as a scream of agony was wretched from Harry’s lips. Trying to focus Snape dug the knife deeper, even as the blood began to cause his hand to slip on the knife. Tightening his grip on Harry’s body Snape dragged the knife down in a practiced motion watching as the watery substance mixed with the blood now streaming out of Harry’s side. With the one long cut made Snape tossed the knife carelessly to the side before crawling over Harry who was now convulsing in agony desperately trying to dislodge Snape.

“Harry, please stay still I need both hands.” Snape was somewhat shocked when he removed his hand from where he’d pinned Harry’s to the floor to find the boy obeying despite the fear and pain reflecting in the lavender eyes. With a confident smile Snape shifted over the boy’s body and with a silent whispered prayer to whatever god was listening slipped both his hands into the gaping open wound in Harry’s side. Harry cried out in pain his voice raw and weak but the boy remained still even as Snape’s fumbling hands latched onto the slippery bundle inside him. “Just a little longer Harry.” Snape whispered as he began sliding the baby’s body from the wound it’s head and shoulders finally free. From the stairs above Draco came bounding back down carrying everything including blankets, pillows and several vials of potion that would have undoubtedly been meant to cure Harry’s pain. The blonde dropped everything to the floor when he laid eyes on the sight his mouth gaping as Harry let out a final scream of pain as Snape slide the rest of the baby free of his body.

“Fucking hell, without pain potion, do you want to kill him!” Draco screamed at Snape as he fell down beside Harry who collapsed in a hyperventilating heap. Snape didn’t answer and merely passed the tiny crying bundle to Draco, before reaching over to the supplies the blonde had dropped and collecting the three potions he needed to heal Harry’s wound. Harry was drifting between consciousness and hardly even flinched as Snape poured all three potions onto the wound before drawing his wand and whispering the necessary healing charms. Draco stared at the bloodied tiny bundle in his arms, which he wrapped carefully in a clean towel.

“He’s passed out.” Snape announced as he wiped his hands crudely on the towels before reaching for the baby Draco was gently rocking in his arms. Draco narrowed his gaze at Snape as he pulled the baby out of the elder wizard’s reach, the blonde’s blue eyes flashing lavender in protection. Snape’s own eyes darkened to purple as he glared at the blonde. “Draco, don’t even think about it.” Snape warned as he held his hands out for the child. The blonde hesitated as he glanced down at the still crying bundle in his arms. “Draco.” Snape’s voice threatened dangerously and with a reluctant sigh Draco handed over the child before hanging his head in his hands distraught. Easily Snape pushed aside the towel concealing the child’s sex, and smiled when he saw the tell tale sign of a son. Wrapping the screaming child back up in the warm towel Snape held him against his chest before glancing up at Draco. Carefully Snape reached across Harry’s body and gently stroked his fingertips down Draco’s cheek in silent comfort. “Your time will come Draco, be patient.” Draco looked up sadly at Snape before nodding in silent agreement. With a satisfied smile Snape stood up and with the settling child in one arm flicked his wand at Harry’s body with the other. “Come on I’ll get you three settled and then I have business to attend to.”

“Business on Christmas Eve?” Draco muttered in disbelief as he allowed a levitated Harry into the bedroom before following them in.

“Yes, business, I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” Draco sat down on the end of the bed as Snape lay Harry easily in the center of the four-poster before placing his settled son next to its father. “Take care of them Draco, you know where the blood supplies are if the child wakes feed him from the prepared bottles. If Harry wakes ensure he stays where he is until I get back.” Snape finished as he pulled some warm clothes out of the closet and proceeded to get hastily dressed, ignoring the blood still staining his hands.

“Wait, what should I call him you haven’t…” Draco looked pointedly at Snape who smiled distantly at where Harry was lying beside his sleeping son.

“Paris.” Snape whispered before Draco could finish. Draco went to protest but Snape was already gone leaving the blonde to clean up and look after the two sleeping souls in Snape’s bed.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

A/N ONLY TWO TO GO................................