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Challenge 126 ~ Choking Snort
Title: Choking Snort
Rating :NC-17
Author: lilyseyes
Word Count: 100x5
Challenge: 126: Trainer to Lover
Warnings: *Implied Mpreg, a touch of bondage*
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.
Summary: Glimpses life with the Potter-Snape family. Another in the Breathe
series
A/N: For the wonderful telwyrd whose amazing reviews always make my week – thank you for taking all that time! *smooches*

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Sevvy grudgingly let Daddy pull a 'tweater over his head, knowing that when it warmed up he could easily pull it off. He didn't like that the mornings were getting cold, but Papa said that the sun needed a rest and the rain would make their garden grow better next summer.

Papa had been a little sad when he didn't go back to his 'tudents, but Sevvy had let him teach he and Dragon about pot'ens and that made Papa happy. Even Lulu had helped, showing Papa what flowers she wanted him to pick.

They had this retired thing handled.

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TRAINER TURNED LOVER?
How did Severus Snape ensnare the Chosen One?

The odious headline in the Prophet drew a choking snort from Severus as he sat. Not bothering to draw his wand, Severus cast a wandless Incendio over the headline and offending article. He wouldn't have that start his Harry's day.

"Pa!"

Laurel toddled in, no doubt having escaped her father as she was still in sleepwear. Padfoot skidded into the kitchen after her, slinking off when he saw Severus. Raising an eyebrow at the inept canine, Severus picked up his daughter.

"Someone needs a trainer indeed, my little princess."

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Laurel sat happily in her Papa's lap as Daddy and Sevvy came into the eating room. The sweet smile on her face made Sevvy look even unhappier. She knew big brother didn't want to wear so many clothes, even if it there was 'nake on the front! Daddy shook his head at her before leaning down to kiss her and Papa. Papa's kisses always took longer for some reason.

Sevvy gave a funny shout as Dawde jumped up and stole his toast. It made Daddy yell and Papa scowl. Laurel laughed at the Papa-look on Sevvy's face.

Poor naughty Dawde!

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Harry finally collapsed into his chair after sending Padfoot outside for his bad behavbior. Glancing at Severus, he could see the smoldering remains of the Prophet's front page as Severus read through the back page. He took a fortifying sip of tea before asking the obvious.

"What'd they print now? No, let me guess, my depravities or your inappropriate behavior?"

"My illicit seduction of you," Severus said, "or Umbridge's…"

Harry choked, snorting tea out through his nose and making a mess of his clean shirt. The children giggled madly as he narrowed his eyes at his smirking husband.

"Evil git!"

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Severus paused to admire his handiwork, the silken bonds held Harry secure to their bed and a wisp of green covered his eyes. Harry's prick glistened with pre-come as kiss-bruised lips uttered delicious needy whimpers.

Drawing back, Severus thrust hard into the welcoming heat.

"Perhaps had I done this your sixth year as the Prophet implied, my Harry, it might've kept you from traipsing the countryside and trying my nerves."

Harry clenched his muscles, drawing a choked snort as Severus pounded into him, their climax exploding through them.

"No, you'd have just gone with me, my heart."

"True indeed, beloved."

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