|whitecotton (whitecotton) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2009-12-16 21:01:00
|Entry tags:||drabble, member: whitecotton, pairing: severus/harry, rating: pg-13|
All Things Reconsidered by WhiteCotton
Title: All Things reconsidered
Word Count: 700
Summary: Some things have a nightmare quality, but are really dreams.
A/N: Written for calanor, who needed cheering up. I thought the last one lacked on the cheering-up scale, so hope this fills the bill better.
I do not own or make any money from the characters or situations belonging, in all rights, to JK Rowling.
All Things Reconsidered
Severus pulled on the collar of little Johnny — or was it Jimmy? He tried to spin the child round to see, but his attention was caught by the squirming bundle in his left arm, who was busily trying to clobber the sleeping bundle in the sling across his chest.
“Hey! Don’t — oof!” He screwed up his face, his eyes watering from the blow to his chin. “Settle down — and, Mabel, stop that!” Jerking his leg, he tried to shake off the black-haired limpet, but her grip on his ankle held fast, despite being bounced up and down on the pavement. “Will you let go of me and — Bridget! Put that down at once ... No, it’s not chocolate. See that dog — Matthew, don’t spread it in her face ... Oh for fuck’s sake! — be quiet, the lot of you, and don’t repeat daddy!”
Mabel climbed up off the ground, her pigtails already loose of their confines. But any relief Severus felt was negated when she thrust her hand in his pockets.
“Don't you dare!” he growled menacingly, but had long since admitted his impotence, and so was unsurprised when she ignored him and fished out his coin purse, sharing the contents with Bernard. “Put that back! Now!” He might have saved his breath; in fact, he should have done, for he needed it when Michael punched him in the stomach. “Oof!” he said again, which was fast becoming his nickname.
“I said, wanna go home!” yelled Michael, with Emily and Jimmy or Johnny joining in.
Just when Mildred finally managed to land a punch on the baby, which woke him up into a rigid, snarling and wailing weight, a clear voice pierced the screams and yelling.
“My, my. Are these all yours, Severus?”
Severus whipped round and reddened. Conscious of the jam stuck in his hair and the curdled milk on his shoulder, Severus had never felt the disparity between him and Lucius Malfoy more than he did now. Looking at the cool, collected figure, resplendent in his immaculate robes, Severus felt like adding his voice to the chorus of ‘I wanna go home!’
“Yes, they are ours,” said a voice to his right. “All twelve of them,” Harry added, tucking his hand into the crook of Severus’ arm, which further weakened his grip on Johnny or Jimmy’s collar.
Then Severus froze. Twelve...? He quickly scanned the area for the missing two — not that he could recall what they looked like, beyond black hair and glasses — but was jolted back when Lucius asked, “Why not make it a baker’s dozen?”
Severus would have fled in revulsion, but Mabel was back in position and Bridget was using him as a climbing frame. Instead he looked at Harry, which was a mistake, because he recognised the distant eyes and that stupid, wistful smile.
“No! And this time I mean it!” said Severus, almost begging. “No!” But even as he said the words, he could feel a stretching in the region of his stomach. Horror creeping over him, he felt himself swelling and growing, and he peered down to see a huge mound appear even past the obstacle of the baby sling. “No,” he repeated, very weakly.
Harry snuggled against him and sighed, saying, “Just as big as you were with the twins.”
And Lucius was laughing, laughing so loud, and then Harry joined in, and the children, until it was all Severus could hear.
He sat up with a start, beads of sweat on his brow, down his back and drenching his hair.
“Are you all right, Severus?” asked Harry sleepily.
Severus whipped round and glared, then pointed a finger and hissed, “Your cock is never coming anywhere near my arse!”
That seemed to wake him up. “What do you mean ... what is it?” Harry asked, lifting up onto his elbows and squinting at Severus.
But Severus thought he had made his point perfectly clear, so flopped back onto his pillows and then rolled onto his side so his rear end was safely facing the door.
A second later, he rolled onto his other side, wiggling his arse against Harry.