Unwanted

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A/N:If any of the warnings (they are on the outside so please read them!!) are not your cup of tea, please do not read this. If the topic of abortion is not something that sits well with you, you probably should also not read this, because if I get one flame telling me I'm going to hell for advocating abortion, I promise, I WILL PUT YOUR REVIEW UP ON MY PERSONAL LJ AND MAKE FUN OF YOU! Same goes for anyone who wishes to flame me for any other aspect of this fic, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! It is dark and, quite frankly, when I finished, I was appalled at myself for writing something so gruesome. But, my muse has spoken, so I'll post it. As for any reviews and con crit, it's always welcome. So, Enjoy! (or, be as appalled as I was...)




“Pregnant? Pregnant?!? What in the bloody hell?”

Severus Snape was sitting up in his bed in the infirmary. He’d been having ‘spells’ as of late, and when he fainted in the middle of Potions class, as soon as he was in the infirmary, Poppy ran a battery of tests on him. Had it been another wizard, she probably would have laughed at the results, but no, it was Severus. She knew he was likely to go through the roof when he found out, and he did.

“I’m going to kill that white headed snake,” he grumbled. Then, he stopped and smiled, “Even better, I’m going castrate him.”

To say Poppy Pomfrey was scared was an understatement. She’d only seen Severus Snape smile two other times in her life, and both times, someone ended up dead, or worse.

He hopped from the bed and changed back into his robes right there in front of his colleague before bidding her good day. She snapped out of her semi-trance and floo’d Dumbledore.

The wily old man was shocked when he got the news. “Albus, we must get him out of that laboratory. Any number of the ingredients that he works with could cause his child harm!”

Dumbledore almost looked resigned as he replied, “I’ll do what I can to get him to see clearly Poppy, but you know how stubborn Severus is.”

He decided to give Snape twenty-four hours to come to terms with his situation before approaching him. Albus only hoped that all would be well, but from Poppy’s reaction, it definitely would not be.

Later that night, as Severus stripped down for his shower, he stopped in front of the only mirror in his dungeon chambers, the one over the sink in the bathroom. He studied his pale, almost bony form before tracing a single finger down his abdomen. He traced the slight indentions between his abdominal muscles before looking at his stomach in the mirror. Then, he did something very un-Snape-like, he poked his stomach out as far as it would go (which was really not all that far), trying to envision himself almost full term.

With a snort, he mentally admonished himself for being so ridiculous before stepping into the steaming shower. He hated children, and could not believe that he would even entertain the thought of keeping this one. He would have an abortion, and he would ensure that the other father would never worry about getting another erection, much less fathering another child.

The next morning, he was met in his office before breakfast by the Headmaster. Severus knew something was amiss because Albus never, ever sought him out.

“What can I do for you this morning, Headmaster?” he asked in an almost friendly voice.

Dumbledore looked perplexed at the tone used. “Actually, Severus, there’s nothing that you can do for me. I simply wanted to congratulate you.”

With a snort, he replied, “There is nothing in my life that warrants congratulations, Albus, unless you are here to tell me that Potter has come to a messy end.”

“No, no, Harry’s fine,” Dumbledore answered with a laugh. “I’m referring to your soon to be new addition.”

Deciding to play with the old man, Severus replied, “Oh, yes! I had completely forgotten about ordering a new Lapis Lazuli and Pyrite cauldron. It’s small and was very expensive, but it will be perfect for two of the new potions I am working on.”

Albus sighed and scratched his eyebrow. “Poppy informed me, Severus. Would you like me to hire you an assistant to teach practical potions? You can not very well expect to keep teaching such a class being pregnant. You know as well as I that the ingredients can be dangerous to an unborn child.”

“You will do no such thing, Albus!” Severus roared. Dumbledore was definitely not expecting quite such an explosive reaction. “This pregnancy is none of your concern and you will not make it your concern! I will keep my position and as soon as I inform the other father, I am having this fetus removed from my body. There will be no need for you to take any action.”

Hard black eyes, glittering with menace stopped Dumbledore from pressing the issue other than to say, “Severus, are you sure you will not reconsider? You have much more now than you had as a child. You have a family and I assure you that any of the teachers, especially Minerva and Poppy, would be willing to help you at any point in time during the pregnancy and after. Your child would have all of the things it could desire.”

Snape snorted. “And what of my life and my research? With a small child I would have to give up potions. There would no longer be the spontaneous rush of excitement as an experiment went well or the rush of fear as one did not. With a child, the only spontaneity is vomit and whether it’s coming out in a waterfall or whether it’s going to be projectile. And, small children do not need to be around potions ingredients. I will not have this child.”

Deciding to try another tactic, Dumbledore bid him good day and went in search of Poppy. Surely if anyone could make Severus see the light it would be her and Minerva.

At breakfast that morning, no one said a word to Snape. Dumbledore sat in his chair sulking because he did not get his way while Minerva and Poppy were speaking in a low tone, no doubt planning something. Severus ate his eggs, which really tasted like sawdust, but he did not complain. He knew that he would get many ‘looks’ in the coming days as the information spread from the women, well, at least Poppy and no doubt Minerva.

After breakfast, Severus went about his normal day. He brewed potions, taught class, brewed more potions, had lunch in his rooms, taught more class, and then finished brewing another potion. His week was complete. It was Friday evening and he was going to speak to Lucius. He was also going to fuck him into the floor before he told him of his pregnancy.

He strode into the manor around ten that evening, kissing Narcissa on the cheek before making his way up to the study. The woman had really let herself go after Draco was murdered by the Dark Lord. She and Lucius had been trying to conceive another heir since the end of the war, but Severus knew that she was barren. He had been given the task of making sure that all Death Eater women were barren after bearing the heir to their respective families. The Dark Lord did not want more than one heir in each of them. Fewer children meant less new Death Eaters to train, but it also meant fewer chances of children, like Sirius Black, not becoming dark. That meant that Severus was carrying the sole heir to the Malfoy fortune, and he was getting rid of it. The child would never take a real breath.

Severus opened the door to Lucius’ study to find his lover leaning casually against the fireplace mantle. “Come back for more so soon, Severus?” he asked in a condescending voice.

With Malfoy, Snape often times appeared rather meek and subservient like the blond liked, but not tonight. That weak and subservient act had gotten Severus in this position, and he was not going to ever do that again.

His step never faltered or hesitated as he strode toward Lucius. Severus held his head up high and looked the blond in his storm gray eyes as he approached. What he did next surprised them both.

Anger welled up hearing the antipathy in that crystalline voice. Snape grabbed Lucius by one arm and slammed him against a nearby wall, his forearm resting atop the blonde’s collarbone not quite pressed hard enough to cut off the air supply, but enough to get his attention.

Lucius looked almost frightened as Severus sneered at him. His breath ghosted warmly across Lucius’ cheek when he spoke. “Tonight, you are no one. You are but my slave, my willing body to tease, to fuck, to torture. There will be no proud, sneering Lucius tonight. You. Are. Mine.”

Coming back to himself, Lucius unsuccessfully tried to push Severus away. “Really, Severus, if you ever wanted to top, all you had to do is say so.”

“This is about more than simply topping, Lucius,” he replied in a gentle tone. “It’s about fucking you through the floor. Now, you are not to speak unless I tell you to,” Severus finished, slapping Lucius hard across the cheek.

Despite the change in positions, being talked to as though he was some common whore and having his flawless skin marred with a bruise, Lucius was turned on. He was harder than he had ever been in his life.

Severus caressed the bruise he’d made across the unblemished porcelain skin. “You really do bruise prettily, Lucius. Shall we see what other parts of your body will look like?”

Not giving the other a chance to agree or disagree, Severus conjured manacles attached to the wall and chained Lucius up. He ran his fingers up the prominent erection Lucius was now sporting before pulling a small knife out of his trouser pocket. Snape then pressed his entire body up the length of the blonde’s, placing a well toned thigh tight against the swell of his lover’s cock.

Lucius want so badly to moan in pleasure. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as Severus nibbled on his throat and ear. A moist rush of breath entered his ear and he heard the barely audible words, “I’m pregnant.”

It took a moment to register. When it did, Lucius stood there, stunned. He looked at his lover. There was nothing on his face to reveal whether he was happy or angry, or really any emotion. He had to be sure he’d heard him right, though. “You…you are carrying my heir, the sole heir to the Malfoy family?”

Severus sneered. “I am indeed, Lucius. Who would have believed that Narcissa is as barren as the Sahara and I am fertile, capable of giving you the heir you so desperately want?” Then, as if to make his point, Severus ran the palm of his hand over his flat stomach.

Lucius Malfoy laughed. The deep rumble was full of joy and hope, something that he’d been void of since his son’s death. Open expressions of hope were normally not associated with anyone in the Malfoy family, and it swelled in Lucius’ heart as he leaned forward and kissed his lover. “I see why we must switch positions, now, dear Severus. I would not want to damage my son or daughter in any way,” he whispered allowing all the love for his unborn child to filter through into his voice

The sneer on Severus’ face never faltered. He did not answer Lucius but proceeded to cut the buttons from his tailored shirt. The cool blade touched perfect skin as Severus used it to open the expensive silk. “There are other reasons for us to switch positions too, Lucius, but you will discover those later.”

He then banished the fine woolen trousers and left Lucius in nothing but his favorite pair of underwear, a black silk thong. Using the knife, Severus cut the underwear away. Lucius did not like having such a sharp object so near his sensitive bits and scowled. “Are you showing displeasure, Luc?” Severus purred, knowing that Lucius abhorred any shortening of his name.

Severus raised his hand again to slap Lucius and the blond answered hastily, “No, sir. I could never be displeased with anything you do.”

The two men had played this game many times before with Lucius being the one to dole out punishment. It always led to mind-blowing orgasms and surprisingly gentle words from Lucius as he would heal Severus afterward. Theirs had always been a sadomasochistic kind of love, a brutal cycle of healing and hurting.

Another sharp slap to the face brought Lucius’ attention back to Severus. Long, stained fingers caressed the newest red mark on no his face. “Pay attention, sweet,” Severus said softly.

He stepped back and looked at Lucius’ naked form. Their bodies were so very alike and yet so different. Lucius had broad shoulders that led to a broad, nicely filled out chest which then tapered to a perfect waist. His musculature was not overly large and defined, yet it was plainly male and was a testament to his many years of physically training and dueling with young Death Eaters. His skin was the color of moonlight, unmarred by years of abuse, a testament to a childhood of mollycoddling and an adulthood of fine wines and snifters of brandy.

Slowly, Severus unbuttoned his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and muscular arms, defined from years of meticulous potions stirring. His chest was not filled out as well as Lucius’ and Severus could count in own ribs. He was simply skinny, though his abdomen was much more defined and chiseled looking that Lucius’. His pale skin was sallow and unhealthy looking, almost the color of papyrus and littered with the scars of an abusive childhood, not like his lovers, the color of alabaster and utterly perfect. He threw his shirt on the floor and unbuttoned his trousers. He loved the hungered look in Lucius’ eyes.

Stripped naked, Severus stepped back over to his lover and unchained his arms only to tie them together with a conjured silk ribbon. He pushed Lucius over to the large oak desk and spread his legs, fastening a bar to his ankles to keep them that way.

Pulling his knife from his discarded trousers, Severus stepped behind his lover and settled the cold blade on Lucius’ tailbone. Malfoy tensed. Neither of them had ever crossed this particular line, but Severus didn’t care. He was more interested in causing pain.

He dragged the blade across the perfect skin below him. Malfoy hissed in pain as droplets of blood welled up to the surface. Severus laughed harshly. “Did you not like that, Luc? It is a bit messy.”

Snape dragged a single finger through the blood in the cut and traced a line down Lucius’ spine, staining his pale skin red. “Do not worry, my pretty, I will not hurt you in this way…for much longer.”

Malfoy could see the silver blade, stained with his blood sitting out of his reach on the desk. The depths of Severus’ depravity were starting to frighten him.

A slender finger, slick with something cool brought the blond man back to the moment. Severus easily breached him with the single digit and began preparing him. The preparation was hasty, though, and when Snape roughly slammed his cock into the proffered arse, Lucius wanted to wail out in pain. He did not, though.

Mercifully, Severus stopped. He did not immediately begin to pound into the willing hole. No, he grabbed a handful of Lucius’ hair and pulled the blond up off of the desk. “It does not feel good, does it?”

“No, sir,” Lucius answered knowing full well what Severus was asking.

“I did not think so,” Severus replied before placing a gentle kiss to Lucius’ temple. “Would you have me be more compassionate in my taking of you, Luc?”

“Compassion is a weakness, never,” Lucius whispered.

“I did not think so,” Severus answered with a sneer.

He then pushed Malfoy harshly down on the desk and began to mercilessly pound into him. It had obviously been many years since Lucius was a bottom. His arse was tight as a virgins and midway through the onslaught began to bleed. He never once cried out in pain. Though Lucius’ pride was being ripped to shreds he kept thinking about his new heir and the things he would do differently than he had with Draco.

Severus emptied himself into his lover and abruptly pulled his softening member from his body. Lucius had not yet been allowed to climax. Through all of the pain, he was still aching for release.

When Severus began to tend to him, he’d cleaned and dressed himself. After casting a few cleansing spells, Lucius was unbound and led back to the manacles still hanging on the wall.

He was, again, bound to the wall, and Severus was before him. Lucius looked surprised when Severus dropped to his knees and took him into his mouth. His sinful tongue laved the hard cock before him. Severus always hated giving head, but in this instance, he reveled in knowing that this would be Lucius’ last orgasm. He would make it his best, something to remember with envy.

Malfoy began to moan at the onslaught from the talented mouth. He could never remember Severus being so enthusiastic about oral sex. His balls drew up in his impending orgasm even as Severus took him into his throat.

The swallowing sensation around the head of his prick sent Lucius into oblivion. His body spasmed with pleasure as his orgasm rock through his body, his toes curled, and his eyes rolled back into the back of his head.

Then, pain. Pain unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Slate colored eyes flew open and looked down. A large cut, made by the silver knife traced from his hip across his pelvic area to his other hip. Blood stained his neat platinum curls. Terror gripped him. “S…Severus?”

Snape sat idly tracing the cut with his finger and making symbols in the blood. He cut several runes, Thurisaz, Raedjaz, and Isa, into Lucius’ abdomen. Standing, Severus sneered at his lover. “Did you really believe that I would carry your mudblood bastard? Did you think that I would allow this child growing in me to survive long enough to take its first breath?”

The whispered questions broke Lucius’ heart. He looked into those fathomless black eyes. “I would hope that you would value what we have had enough to carry our child, Severus.”

Severus laughed. It was a mirthless, hateful laugh. “What we have? Lucius, you have beaten me and raped me for a dozen years or better. I have repeatedly implored you to use contraceptive spells, and you would not. It truly is a miracle that this has not happened before now. And, no, I do not value anything I have ever had with you.

“Much like the Dark Lord, you enjoy others pain and suffering. If you did not, you would not have treated me as you have. I can now repay your actions in kind.”

Snape pulled a small phial of dark green liquid from his shirt pocket. “Tincture of Pennyroyal. You see, my muggle grandmother, did teach me something. This is an old muggle remedy for unwanted pregnancy. Pennyroyal is a strong abortifactant with a pleasant, mint taste. I take this, and miscarry the child.

“It is, after all, common knowledge that male pregnancy has a slightly higher miscarriage rate in the first trimester than does a normal pregnancy. No one would suspect anything since I am only six weeks into it.”

Pulling the cork from the bottle, Severus smelled the liquid. It smelled strongly on grain alcohol with only a faint hint of mint. “No!” Lucius screamed. “Please, Severus. Rethink this. If you would only carry the child to term Narcissa and I would raise it as our own.”

After corking the bottle and setting it out of the way on the desk, Severus replied, “And let you raise her as you did Draco? Let you leave her to an evil man’s mercies? I think not! You had a chance to raise a son to be a good man and you got him killed. I would rather this child die than be left to a fate such as that.” Severus’ eyes softened for a moment. “Even my own father did not do such a thing to me.”

He then lifted the blade and sneered. “There will be no heir for the Malfoy family, legitimate or bastard once I am finished.”

He ran the cold tip across the underside of Lucius’ scrotum. “Can you imagine what I am about to do?”

“No, please,” Lucius whispered desperately. He knew exactly what Severus was about to do.

Then, he screamed. Pain unimaginable coursed through his nether regions. Severus had just cut his scrotum off. He looked down to find it lying in the floor, his bloody testicles visible in the hole in the top of the now dying skin.

Lucius wept as Severus case several cauterizing and healing spells on the area. Then, just to make sure that the blond did not go to St. Mungo’s and try to have the organ reattached, he stepped on it.

A chilling laugh echoed across the room as Severus uncorked the bottle, lifted it in a mock toast and downed the liquid. He lifted Lucius’ face and lovingly wiped the tear streaks from it. “You deserve nothing less,” he said and then spit in the other’s face.

The grandfather clock in the foyer began to chime midnight as Severus opened the front door. He walked out of the wards and aparated back to Hogwarts.

Only two hours later, Severus became violently ill. As he sat in the floor of his bathroom, he rubbed his stomach. “Were the circumstances different, I might have been able to keep you, but they aren’t.”

He managed to crawl into the sitting room and to the fire where he floo’d Poppy. When he told her how he was feeling, she immediately stepped through and began running diagnostic spells.

Just after daylight the next morning, Severus woke in a room in St. Mungo’s. The pained incision in his abdomen told him that the job had been completed. He sighed, satisfied that his life would go back to normal.

~finite~


The Runes Severus carved mean this:

Thruisaz: Traditionally Represents: Thorn. Thunder. War. That Which Opposes.
Also represents: Phallus, Male fertility, Fate, Death. (Severus carved this, making fun of Lucius's soon to be infertile state.)

Raedjaz: Traditionally Represents: Riding. Movement. Justice. ‘The Way Things Are Meant To Be.’ Also represents: Speed. Feet. Legs. Family. Friends. Rhythm. (Severus carved this to remind Lucius that some things are out of his control and that sometimes what he wants is not what he gets.)

Isa: Traditionally represents: Stillness. Also represents: Hardness. Ice. Pursuit. Repentance. Guilt. (Severus carved this to remind Lucius of what he allowed to happen to his son.)

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