SNARRY SWAP: Gift for lilyseyes: "Bearing Fruit" Title: Bearing Fruit Author/Artist: vividescent/vividzephyr Gift Recipient:lilyseyes Rating: Adult (Art is R, fic is NC-17) Media: Digital Word count: ~2,600 Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *First time, mpreg, magical tree-induced smut. Harry is of ambiguous age, but definitely post-Hogwarts.* Summary: Picking potions ingredients goes all wrong right. A/N: Thanks to my betas, accioslash and torino10154!
Bearing Fruit
“Potions?” Harry peeked out from behind the large piles of papers littering Headmaster Snape’s desk. “Why?”
Severus sighed. “You’re my apprentice. Surely you didn’t expect me to be your Master and not teach you anything about Potions.”
“No, you’re right.” Potter looked sheepish as he brought the tea service around the desk and poured Severus a cup of tea. If there was one thing Harry had learned in his time as Severus’s apprentice, it was how to fix Severus’s tea to his exacting standards. “I was just surprised that you didn’t ask Neville to help you.”
“There’s no way I’m letting Longbottom near any potions ingredients.” Severus sneered. “I don’t care if he’s the new Herbology Professor.”
Harry merely shrugged and smiled. Severus had to turn away to hide his irritation. He’d never admit that he enjoyed riling Potter, but he hated how Potter brushed off his insults towards his friends. It was almost as if Potter had gotten used to it.
“We’ll be brewing potions for the infirmary. Professor Slughorn has complained of the workload, so it falls to us to fulfill the required potions stocks,” Severus muttered as he sipped his tea. “We’ll need to collect the ingredients from the Forbidden Forest. That is, after you clean up this mess.” He motioned to the papers littering his desk.
“Yes, Master.” Potter frowned, but began to organize the clutter as he’d been told.
Severus stood up after having finished his tea. “I shall go ahead and get started. Do not arrive late or else.” He threatened. “And I expect you not to get lost. You will meet up with me and I will explain which ingredients to harvest and how. Do not try to pick anything by yourself!”
“Yes, Master.” Harry rolled his eyes, sounding put upon.
Severus scowled, but said nothing more. If Potter decided not to listen to him this time, then so be it. The brat deserved whatever he gets!
* * * * *
Severus was carefully trying to pluck several foxglove stalks amidst several wild tendrils of Devil’s Snare when he heard Potter’s shouts. Snarling about Gryffindor apprentices and stupidity, Severus stuffed the last of the foxglove in his pouch before he finally gave in to the instinctive urge to run to Potter’s rescue as usual.
Finally reaching the clearing in which his apprentice’s shouts were coming from, Severus came to an abrupt halt at the sight before him, unnerved when his cock decided it liked what he saw.
Harry, arms pinioned over his head by tree branches, was struggling to free himself. Petals and pollen were falling from the stubborn branches that held his apprentice captive, catching in his hair and on his robes. Severus only just managed to drag his attention from Harry’s lithe body to study the tree’s fruits. The fruits looked like tear-drop shaped pearls – no doubt their beauty had enticed Harry to try to touch one, resulting in his current difficulties.
“Stop struggling, Potter!” Severus snarled, fighting the urge to adjust himself in his trousers. Harry’s struggles ceased, but the vision of a blushing Harry Potter trapped by the tree branches of that particular tree only made Severus’s problem worse. What Potter said next didn’t help matters any.
“Please help me, Master!”
Severus knew the dratted boy was obligated to use that title in public and it only galled him further knowing that Potter had no idea the effect it was having on him. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to hide the flush he felt. “I cannot!”
Potter squirmed and winced as the branches cut into his wrists. “What do you mean you can’t?” He could see the boy was working up into a rage. “I thought you didn’t hate me anymore! Is this just another chance to humiliate me because I look like my father? “
“No, you… silly boy!” He surely hadn’t meant to almost say sexy, had he? “There’s something else.”
Potter’s face drained of all color. “What, what is it? Is it a vampire tree?” Honestly, how had he managed to graduate from Hogwarts at all? Severus was torn between irritation and amusement at how lovely Harry looked – and oh, Merlin, had he REALLY thought that?
Severus gritted his teeth. He’d have to free Potter somehow. The thought of Hagrid or that wretched Longbottom coming across Harry like this was all that kept him from running away and hiding in the dungeons. Once again choice was taken away from him – by a magical tree of all things!
“No, Potter.” Severus fought not to squirm under that green gaze. “The pollen…” He waved his hand vaguely, fighting to not reveal too much of his true feelings. “Has special properties.” As does the petals, the fruit, the bark… but he wasn’t going to go into that.
Potter now looked suspicious. “What do you mean ‘special properties’, and why does that mean you can’t help me?”
“It works almost like a…” Severus thought of a way to word what he was about to say so his apprentice could understand. “Like an aphrodisiac.” He knew his face must be brick red by now.
He watched Potter’s reaction, expecting disgust from the young wizard, but Potter’s face had gone blank. Severus fought not to let his frustration show – it was like being a randy teenager all over again! There’s no way he’d live down the shame.
“So,” Potter was watching him. “So what does that mean? Does it mean you have to fuck me to get me out of this?”
This time Severus did groan. Potter shouldn’t be allowed to say ‘fuck me’ like that! “I know this may be amusing to you, Potter, but I’m not – I don’t – “ He growled and thrust his hands in his pockets to keep from groping himself or worse – groping Potter. He’d have to eventually if he wanted to free his apprentice, but he wasn’t going to go through this humiliation without a fight!
Potter looked concerned despite being the one dangling from a tree. “Is that it? Do you think you can do it? With me, I mean. I know you don’t like me, but I wouldn’t mind. I do kind of like you.” The boy blurted out the last part so quickly Severus nearly didn’t understand it. When he did, it felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
His resolve crumbling, Severus strode up to Potter. “You’d better tell me now if you don’t want this.”
Potter groaned, trying to move closer to Severus despite the tree’s restraints. “Please,” he whimpered, and with that went the last of Severus’s self-control.
His hands roamed over Harry’s slender body, around his trim waist and sliding over pert buttocks. “Are you a virgin?” Severus whispered hoarsely. He watched Harry’s Adam’s apple bob, then the boy gave a short nod. “Not even with the Weasley girl?” He demanded.
“N-no.” Harry shook his head, a hopeful look crossing his face. “Not even her.”
“Oh, Merlin!” Severus hissed as he fumbled with Harry's robes. Snarling in frustration, he pulled his wand and with a quick flick Harry's clothes came apart at the seams, slithering down until they pooled around Harry's feet.
"My apprentice robes!" Harry yelped in shock. He was quickly silenced by the almost feral look in his Master's eyes.
"I'll buy you new ones." Severus's eyes narrowed as he tucked his wand away. "Something that would look better on you."
Harry blushed at his Master’s words, and Severus can’t help but think it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’s so hard it hurts, but he managed to control himself out of his sheer will not to hurt Harry. He cast a cushioning spell so that the tree's bark wouldn't scratch Harry's wrists and back. After all, he’d rather take Harry in his bed after this rather than waiting impatiently for Poppy to let him out of the infirmary.
Reaching over Harry’s head, Severus plucked one of the pearlescent fruits from the tree. The limbs quivered, but Severus knew the tree could not do anything about him when it had Harry trapped in its branches, and that it wouldn’t let Harry go until he’d fulfilled the requirements. He pressed the fruit to Harry’s lips and watched the younger man bite into it. The thick, sweet juice dripped down Harry’s chin, and without thinking, Severus began licking the sweet liquid off, his tongue sliding up Harry's jaw until he reached soft lips. They kissed passionately, tongues sliding together sinuously, the sweet taste of the fruit lingering in their mouths.
Severus had to force himself to pull away even as Harry's mouth tried to follow him. Severus hastily undid the placket of his trousers and pulled out his achingly hard cock. Harry’s groan encouraged Severus to hurriedly squeeze out the fruit's juice over his cock, coating it with the thick, pearlescent liquid to ease his way with its magical properties. Severus let the fruit fall to the ground as he finally took in his lover-to-be’s body. Harry trembled as his Master’s fingers caressed his stomach, just inches away from his jutting cock.
Unwilling to wait any longer, Severus gripped his prick tightly, using his free arm to help arrange Harry's legs around him. His hand guiding him, he pressed against the tight ring of muscle at Harry’s entrance. Harry attempted to wrap his arms around Severus, but the plant prevented him from pulling Severus closer. Severus could see Harry's desire and closed the space between them, kissing the young apprentice as his hands wandered over Harry's legs and buttocks. Harry gasped as Severus’s prick slipped inside.
Severus held onto Harry tightly, waiting for the younger wizard to relax. Harry’s legs tightened around his waist, but then he nodded and Severus slowly slid in until he was fully sheathed. Harry’s eyes were closed as he adjusted to the feeling. With an impatient noise, Harry began to move his hips, trying to encourage Severus to move. Severus smirked and pressed Harry against the tree trunk as he began pumping his hips. After a few thrusts, he angled his hips and was pleased by Harry’s moan as he hit his prostate.
“Oh, Merlin, what,” Harry moaned, “was that?”
Severus thrust back against it and watched Harry’s head fall back against the bark, exposing his slender neck. Severus kissed Harry’s neck and gripped his buttocks as he began thrusting faster. Harry’s pleas for more spurred Severus on.
“Severus!” Harry gasped as a wetness spread out between them. Severus grunted as Harry tightened around his prick. Two more thrusts and Severus was coming, Harry’s name on his lips.
Sensing their completion, the tree finally released Harry, and the pair bonelessly slumped to the ground with Severus cushioning the fall. They were both covered in sweat, semen, and the sticky residue of the fruit juice, creating a heady smell of musk, sex and a sweet almost citrus-like perfume. For the first time in his life, Severus found himself enjoying the afterglow of sex. That realization surprised him as he drifted off to asleep.
Severus felt gentle hands caressing him. When he opened his eyes, the sun was setting and Harry was lying next to him. He swallowed thickly as those bright green eyes stared up at him. He wrapped his arm around Harry, just holding on to the young man a little bit longer. He knew he’d have to do the right thing again and he hated it – hated what he might lose in doing it.
“Harry.” His voice came out almost a croak. “There’s something I should tell you.”
“What?” Harry looked wary now and began to pull away. Instinctively, Severus pulled him closer.
“The fruit,” Severus forced himself to continue, “has certain… rare effects.”
Harry started to look more relaxed. “What effects? You told me it was an aphrodisiac.”
“It was, but it also works as a male fertility potion would.” At Harry’s confused look, Severus clarified, “You might be pregnant. With my child.”
Harry’s mouth dropped, but the expected anger didn’t come. Instead, Harry’s hand flew to his stomach. “You mean it’s possible?” He looked wondering. “I could become pregnant?”
Before Severus knew what was happening, he found himself with an armful of Gryffindor. Severus gasped as his apprentice cried into his robes. “What? What is it? Is something wrong?” His mind ran over all the possible reactions to the fruit, but couldn’t think of anything.
Harry laughed. “Nothing!” He sniffed. “I’m glad. I’ve only dreamt of having a child of my own.”
“As have I.” Severus was stunned as the words slipped out unguarded, but he instantly knew they were the truth.
* * * * *
"It'll be okay, Harry," Hermione murmured to him as she rubbed soothing circles over his back. "Severus will be there with you. Ron and I will both be here for you, too. There's nothing to worry about."
Harry smiled shakily to his best friend before looking down at the sleeping infant in his arms. It was so strange to think that he and Severus had created this little life. "I know. I'm just nervous."
Hermione gave him a careful hug before pushing open the teachers' entrance to the Great Hall. As soon as Harry stepped into view, time seemed to stop -- the noises faded abruptly into silence and everyone was still. All eyes were on Harry and the blissfully unaware baby as Headmaster Snape greeted his husband. Harry smiled as Severus's arms enveloped him, mindful not to disturb their son as they exchanged a chaste kiss.
Harry jumped when the Great Hall suddenly burst out in delighted squeals and mutterings. Al woke up and began crying, causing the Great Hall to fall silent again. Harry whispered gently to his son as his husband escorted him to his seat. Harry rocked Al as Severus addressed the students.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." Severus's voice carried throughout the Great Hall. Al calmed at the sound of his father's assured voice. "This year we would like to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Harry Potter," Harry nodded to the students and was relieved at the applause he received. "And I would like to introduce our son, Albus Severus." The Headmaster smirked as he placed his arm possessively on Harry's shoulder.
Harry smiled up at his husband as Severus continued his speech. Things had changed so much for the both of them since Harry became pregnant. They'd got the support of their friends and the staff at Hogwarts, and they'd bonded in a private ceremony over the summer. Only two months later, Al had arrived and Severus had surprised everyone by taking the role of doting husband and proud father in his stride.
Harry leaned against his husband as he finally took his seat. Al looked up at his fathers and gurgled happily, waving his little fists about.
Severus leaned close to Harry and whispered, "You're not worried, are you?"
"No. I know he'll be safe with Hermione and Ron for the evening. I'll miss him, but I can't wait to have some nice, quiet time with you." Harry traced Al's chubby little cheeks with a finger and chuckled when the baby made a grab for his fingers, trying to pull them towards his mouth.
"We'll make the most of it." Severus's voice held a promise. "Maybe not so quiet."
Harry grinned. Yes, they would definitely make the most of it.