Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 74

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Severus Snape waved his wand over the nicely rounded belly. Draco's baby was growing quickly, at least thrice as fast as a normal pregnancy. Not at all uncommon for a magically aided gestation. The baby was, to every appearance, hale and hearty. Draco himself was at last looking healthy, his color improving and his energy on the mend.

The two guardians who seemed to be his near constant companions were hovering, both sets of sharp eyes fixed on the wizard's face, waiting for the verdict. Snape fought to control the irritation he felt at being watched so closely. It was good, he told himself, that Draco was being protected so intently. One of them maintained contact with the blond young man at all times. Either touching with a hand, or other body part, not intrusively, but always there, always supporting him. Always watchful.

"You are doing very well. The child will be born soon.The wounds you sustained from Andromeda are just about gone." Snape reassured Draco, and secondarily the two large companions. Yaji ran a large, dark hand down Draco's side, gentle as petting a kitten. "I think you have no more than another two weeks, perhaps less. Then we will have to deliver the child."

"That soon?" Draco asked, more tautly than Snape expected. It was impossible to miss the note of anxiety. He gripped the hand that was in his. Mantheer leaned in closer, making an almost inaudible purring sound of comfort.

"There is no need to be concerned, the child is healthy," Severus began, only to have Draco shake his head and look up at the taller of his two shadows. The man reached out and stroked his shining cap of hair, his palm coming to rest, cupping the pale cheek. Snape raised his brows at the sheer possessiveness of the touch, but only kept on speaking, his voice steady and matter of fact. "I will check with you every day. In another week I will come and stay with you at the Manor, until the child is born. You needn't worry."

"He is concerned because, if the child is born before he is adopted by the queen, then the child will not be acknowledged as the pride's heir." The muscular guardian Mantheer said quietly, while Draco permitted himself to be lifted up out of the furs and hugged. His pale eyes were haunted with dread. Big arms surrounded him.

Snape blinked. That was a new twist. "I thought he was already acknowledged as the heir." Snape stated. Then he asked. "What has happened to alter that?"

"He was, then the wife of the king left. She denied her son." That was the towering Yaji, showing a mouth full of fangs, and plenty of anger. Snape regarded him thoughtfully. He fought his surprise. He would have bet Narcissa would have held on to her position as Queen with both taloned hands, needing to be pried away nail by nail. She enjoyed the position and the power it gave her, the prestige. Snape was as close to shocked as he'd ever been, that she had voluntarily left Lucius.

"When did this happen?" Snape asked sharply, turning his attention back to Draco who was fidgeting restlessly. Mantheer rubbed his face along the crown of Draco's head. His dark eyes blazed.

"Two weeks past." Draco said. He wouldn't meet the other wizard's inquiring gaze.

"Delightful." Was what Snape said in return. "I told you to avoid stress, and yet you didn't think to mention this before now?" He no doubt would not have heard anything even now if the guard had not spoken up. Draco had learned to keep pride business secret at the knee of his father. The ultimate stoic.

Then again, the drama had been learned at the foot of another master, his mother, Narcissa Malfoy. She had a gift to turning every situation to her own advantage. Until she undermined herself with the lie to the Were-leopard king. She had dug the hole too deep that time. Despite her beauty and her wiles, he had never taken her back into his bed or into his affections. Yet, Lucius had still cared enough not to denounce her, or their son Draco. No. It was Narcissa herself who suddenly decided to make her grand gesture and reject her own son. Snape was appalled by her complete lack of maternal and parental instinct.

Suddenly, Snape frowned, a thought occurring to him that demanded an answer. "If Narcissa has left, then who is this queen who will be adopting you?" Ghods forbid there be another, newer version of Narcissa waiting in the wings. The answer he received took him aback.

"Oh, uhm, Harry. Harry is going to adopt me. He is the queen." Draco explained, quite distracted by the soft, wet tongue licking at the side of his neck, "Uh, or he will be soon. Be queen I mean. As soon as father marries him."

Severus Snape was now caught in a quandary. Draco seemed utterly, completely serious, not at all as if he was pulling his former professor's leg. But, Snape was having a hard time not bursting out into laughter. If he had been a man given to casual amusement, he would have been laughing already. As it was, he was having a hell of a time not chuckling. The too serious Harry Potter, a bloody queen. He sniffed delicately, concentrating on methodically replacing his implements and herbs in the shrinking satchel he'd brought with him. Once done, he looked at his patient, the urge to laugh successfully contained.

"Hmm. I can see I am woefully behind on the news." Snape said with quiet dignity, biting his tongue, hard, fighting the twitch at his lip that threatened to bloom into a grin. The pride was an interesting place to spend any amount of time. "Do you have any further questions today?"

Uhm." Said Draco. He very carefully didn't meet Snape's eye. Severus waited patiently for the question he strongly suspected was coming.

"Yes?" He encouraged, when Draco seemed unable to continue. The were-leopards were abruptly more restless. Moving in the background, uttering low growls, sensing his upset. They glared at Snape. He drew up to his full, normally intimidating height and stared right back, waiting.

"Can I have sex?" The youth whispered. Sex. Snape congratulated himself on the sheer predictability of young male Homo sapiens sapiens. Mankind of the teen-aged years.

"Yes of course, why would you.....oh, I see. Hmmm." Snape was now reevaluating all the touching that had been going on. Not protective. Not exclusively. He kept his eyes on Draco, not giving in to the desire to stare at the two huge hunks fussing over his former student. Draco was not talking about heterosexual sex. Nor, if Severus was any judge was he talking about being the dominant partner. From the few encounters Snape had with the were-animals, he guessed Draco would be the lucky receiver of all that attention and energy the men behind him were barely able to control even now.

Draco was beet red.

"Well. No. I would have to say I would not advise that kind of activity." Snape said managing to keep his tone even. He was studying the two huge men, remembering how it had felt to take Amrys inside of his own body. And Amrys was not so large as these two. Draco was also proportionally smaller than himself. No, *not* a good idea. He shook his head.

"You are not built to carry a child, Draco. Your body is less protective of the child. I think it best if that kind of....extreme penetration...anal intercourse, not be attempted until after the birth of your child." Severus said. And Draco nodded, his color gradually returning to normal. "Aside from penetration, I would think other sexually pleasing activities should not cause any harm."

Draco sighed, the flush fading slightly. "Thank you Professor Snape."

"I will be by to see you tomorrow morning." Severus Snape said. "I trust you will send for me if there is any change or concern before then. Remember. Rest. No stress. Eat well and exercise moderately." He turned to go. Draco called out after him as he reached the door.

"Don't forget to stop by and see Amrys. He has been asking after you." Draco called. Snape fought the inexorable tide of his own blush.

'Yes,' He thought to himself, 'I believe I will.'

It was less than half an hour later that Severus found himself flat on his back with his legs in the air, enjoying every moment of the undignified position, as Amrys reminded him of just how incredible sex with one particular lycanthrope was. His eyes rolled up in his head as Amrys lapped at his throat, teeth grazing ever so carefully. Oh Ghod.

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