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*Update* Their Fathers Daughters - Chapter 1 
24th-Apr-2009 11:24 pm

Title: Their Fathers Daughters
Author: Lady B
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson, Brenda Fay Potter-Snape, Brenna May Potter-Snape, Evan Ray Potter-Snape, Thora Jean Malfoy and others.
Genre: AU
Warnings: Fluff, OOC, implied Mpreg
Rating: PG13 - R for language
Summary: What's it like being the children of The Boy-Who-Lived, his best girl-friend, and two Ex-Death Eaters? Join Harry, Severus, Draco and Hermione on their travels through parenthood.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The characters of Brenda, Brenna, Evan, Thora and Henry are all mine.
Author's Note: I decided I needed to add more Harry/Severus to my diet.

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Chapter 1: In The Beginning...

Harry stared at Madame Pomfrey like she had grown a second head. He had come to her because she was the only medical professional he could trust not to spill his life's history to the many wizarding news agencies that liked to speculate on his life, whether it was true or not.

"I don't think I heard you correctly." Harry told her.

"You heard me, Harry. You just refuse to believe it." she replied.

"Well of course I refuse to believe it because it's completely impossible!"

"You and 'impossible' seem to go hand-in-hand." she reminded him. That was at least true, starting from the day he set foot in Hogwarts as a firstie. And he had done the impossible, finally defeating Voldemort at the ripe old age of 21 just five short months before his visit with Poppy today.

"But...how?"

"Harry, you're twenty-one years old. Do I really need to have the wizard and witches talk with you?" Poppy laughed. Harry's face flamed red.

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" he huffed. She patted his hand and sat down on the chair in front of him.

"Something like this is rare, but it does happen between those with compatible magic."

"But I haven't been with anyone."

"Are you absolutely sure about that? Because if you were a virgin when this occurred, then that is definitely possible."

Harry had to think long and hard. And suddenly a memory came to him...

It was the night he had defeated Voldemort. There had been much celebrating in Hogwarts while Aurors and Unspeakables directed the cleanup effort. The firewhiskey had been flowing like water and Harry had way too much to drink. He had stumbled away from Gryffindor, nearly blind drunk as it were and had somehow made his way to the Astronomy Tower. He had bumped into someone on the way there and nearly collapsed with a fit of giggles.

"Potter, you're drunk." an amused voice said.

"And it's about bloody time too." Harry giggled. A strong hand pulled him to his feet and pulled him close. Harry sighed and rested his head on the strong chest before him.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"I have ta be, don't I. I defe-deaf...I killed Voldemort." he hiccuped.

"And I thank you for that."

"Sad, really."

"What is?"

"That I'm still a virgin at 21. And I don't even like girls! Too many squishy bits." Harry wrinkled his nose in distaste as his companion's chest shook with laughter.

"I agree with you about that."

"Know what's really sad?"

"Hm?"

"I have a crush on someone, and he doesn't even know it. He hates me."

"I'm sure he doesn't."

"Oh he bloody well does! Hated me the moment he saw me."

"I don't see how anyone could hate you. You are a special person and this man is a fool not to see that."

"That's nice of you to say." Harry sighed, a little sleepily.

"Potter, are you going to sleep?"

"Hm." Harry murmured. That chest shook with laughter again and Harry felt himself being lifted. He protested only lightly.

"Shh. Let me take care of you for once. You've done enough."

"Feels nice." he murmured.

He was vaguely aware of being undressed and placed on a soft bed. The person who had helped him started to move away but Harry grabbed his hand.

"Stay, please?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

The man sighed and moved away. Though his eyes were closed, Harry could sense the man moving about the room, stoking the fire and turning down the lights. There was a rustling as clothing was moved and then Harry felt the press of a warm and naked body pressed against his own. An arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. He wiggled his bottom, eliciting a groan from his companion.

"Stop that, less you know what you're about." the man hissed. Harry wriggled again, causing the arm to tighten around him in warning. Harry rolled over onto his back, eyes still closed.

"Will you make love with me? Show me how it is, just this once."

"Potter...Harry...you're drunk, I don't want to take advantage."

"I want this, and you wouldn't be taking advantage." Harry was sure of that. He wrapped an arm around the man's neck and hauled him into a sloppy kiss. The man backed off quickly, before leaning down and giving Harry a proper kiss. Harry melted into the mattress.

After that, it was all sensation. The man knew just what to do to make Harry turn into a puddle. As his climax roared through his body, he murmured something that caused the man above him to stiffen in shock for a moment as Harry dropped off to sleep.

"Love you, Sev'rus." Harry sighed. He felt a kiss at his temple and he took a moment to open his eyes to see the object of his desires staring back at him.

"I love you, too, Harry."

"Oh, good." Harry smiled, succumbing to both the alcohol and sleep.

When Harry awoke the next morning, he was in his own bed, a massive hangover making his brain feel like it was going to explode. There was a vial of hangover potion on his bedside table, which he gratefully took. He went to stand and discovered the ache in his backside.

"What the hell did I do last night?" he mumbled. He made his way to the showers, aware that something significant had happened, but he couldn't recall what it was.

And if he found Snape staring at him several different times during breakfast, he made no mention of it, even if it was a bit odd.


Harry's eyes widened in shock.

"Oh my god!" he breathed.

"Harry?" Poppy looked at him in concern.

"Oh my god! He's going to kill me!" Harry began to hyperventilate.

"Harry, calm down! This is not good for you at the moment!"

"What have I done? He's going to kill me!" Harry's vision began to blur and he felt faint.

"Harry!" Poppy's voice sounded from far away. But Harry didn't hear her. He had fainted.



To be continued...
Comments 
17th-May-2009 03:54 pm (UTC)
Oh dear ... :O}
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