Secret Snarry Swap: Hard Labours Title: Hard Labours Author:starduchess Gift Recipient:caecelia Other pairings/threesome: Harry/Ginny, Snape/Harry/Ginny Rating: NC-17 Word count: 3,355 Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *Threesome sex, some language, manipulative Snape, female pregnancy* Summary/Prompt:"I had seen birth and death,/But had thought they were different; this Birth was/Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death." - T.S. Eliot, The Journey of the Magi - Severus and Ginny have an understanding about surrogate parenting, which rather infuriates Harry. A/N: To my recipient, I’m not sure this is what you had in mind with your prompts, but when you said "no mpreg", this was about the only place my mind would go. I hope it pleases you nonetheless. Many thanks go to my beta, ashiiblack, for her suggestions, pushing me to add more descriptions and, thus, more depth to the story. Thanks to the mods for running another sweet exchange fest for our favourite pairing.
Hard Labours
“I don't believe what I am hearing!” Harry screeched at his wife and the dead man before him. “There is no way that I can agree to this!”
Ginny put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Harry, quit being fifteen and show some maturity for once.”
“I'm not a child, Ginny.”
“Good. Then quit acting like one. I don't think this is an unreasonable request.”
Harry’s eyes went wide with shock. “Not unreasonable? What he's proposing is ludicrous, forbidden even.”
“There's nothing wrong with having a surrogate, Harry. Lots of families do it, especially if they've had trouble conceiving.”
Harry began pacing back and forth in agitation, ticking off reasons to not give into the demand being made of them. “That's not us; we haven't even tried yet. And that’s certainly not this situation. A baby should be brought into this world for love’s sake, not because it’s some damn prize that was won. Besides, sex should be something private between two married people--you and me--not two students and their old professor.”
Severus Snape growled from beside Ginny. “It may have escaped your notice, Harry,” he said with too much derision on the name, “but I haven't been your professor in six years. Regardless, you owe me this.”
He turned on the man, eyes blazing. “I don't owe you anything, Snape.”
“Harry, we all owe him. He sacrificed so much for us. This--”
“Oh and I didn't? What about my childhood, all those years worrying about Voldemort instead of enjoying my time at school, growing up too fast? I gave over my life to save everyone else’s.”
“And I spent years rescuing your sorry arse so that you could sacrifice it at the proper moment, on top of my other duties.” Snape stood up cold and straight, not willing to give Harry the final say.
“That doesn't mean I owe you anything.”
“Well the rest of us do owe him,” Ginny cut in, “and if this is what he asks in return, I’m willing to do it. The gifting of a child or surrogate mother for a child as payment for a debt is well accepted and practised in the Wizarding world, and I’m honoured to help him in this way. I can’t believe you wouldn’t be on board with this.”
“But it’s Snape!” Harry said, practically pulling his hair out in exasperation. Didn’t she understand what the man did to him, how he always managed to make Harry feel like a potions specimen trapped under glass, wriggling under scrutiny and humiliation?
Snape took his outburst the wrong way, though, and became offended. “So I alone am unworthy of a reward, is that it, Potter? The greasy git Death Eater turned spy and hero isn’t good enough for the Golden Boy?”
“That’s not it, and you know it!” Harry gestured between them. “We hate each other, and yet you ask us to go to bed together?”
“If you are expecting romantic gestures, of course you'll be disappointed, but this is really about fulfillment of a debt. Surely even your puerile brain can grasp that concept.”
Harry bristled at the insult. “Well, there needs to be romance if I'm to reach fulfillment, which, if I understand correctly, is what you expect to happen here.”
The two of them stared at each other, Snape gnashing his teeth together in irritation, Harry blazing with fury, until Ginny finally had had enough and stepped in between them, her hands blocking them. “Stop this pettiness right now! Harry, let go of your anger. Snape, Harry's right and you are going to have to woo him if you want this to work.”
They continued glaring for another minute before Snape relaxed his position and nodded once. Harry set his jaw and glared at his wife instead.
“Well? I'm waiting.” She was thrumming with energy, tapping her foot in a fast rhythm.
Harry fisted his hands in irritation against his wife's urgency, but he could tell she wouldn't back down from this. He finally ground his teeth and said, “Fine.” Without another word he stalked off to the bedroom, slamming a door along the way.
Ginny turned to Snape. “Sorry about that. I'll get him calmed down and used to the idea, but it might take a few days.”
Snape regarded her. Sensing only earnest intentions, he inclined his head. “I will return a week from Saturday next at half past six. Do have Potter tamed by then.”
She gave him a warning look. “Of course, but I meant what I said. You can't just play nice with Harry; you have to show that you care for him. Come prepared to do just that or don't bother to come at all.”
With that she showed him out the door.
***
Snape showed up promptly in time for dinner. “Good evening, Harry,” he practically purred, eyeing Harry quite deliberately up and down with heat. “Ginevra, good to see you as well.” He looked at her with the same intensity.
“Hello, Severus. Good of you to come.” She gave Harry a look that said, “Behave!” as she opened the door for their former teacher.
“An offering,” he said, holding out a clothed bottle.
“1998 Bordeaux, nice.” Ginny smiled. “This way to dinner.”
They sat crunching salad and slurping soup, Ginny keeping the conversation moving while Snape and Harry eyed each other across the table, Snape with interest, Harry with wariness.
“As I was telling Harry, surrogates are not uncommon in the Wizarding world as our populations have always been a bit small. Granted, my family never had that problem,” she said with a smirk. “But ordinarily you would just sleep with me, so why include Harry?”
Snape grimaced as if there was something nasty at the bottom of his wine glass. “The Dark Lord’s treatment of his followers left much to be desired.”
“Left you impotent?” she asked, not unkindly.
He bared his ugly teeth. “No, just infertile.”
“So how do I come into this?” Harry asked, arms crossed over his chest in a petulant manner, but it was most likely stemming from self-defence. He really did not want to do this.
“Not read any Dark books lately, have you? If your friend Granger was here, I’m sure she’d tell you all about it.”
“Leave Hermione out of this!” he yelled, hands fisting and arms opening into an aggressive stance. “You know I don’t dabble in the Dark Arts, so just tell me already.”
Snape just sat and smirked, enjoying riling him up.
Ginny coughed discreetly. “Severus…” was all the warning she gave.
His face became a bit contrite. “As you wish,” he told the both of them. “There is a spell that will allow the genetics of one party to mix with the genetics of a second party in order to accomplish a successful impregnation. It is not discussed in polite society, but it is spread in hushed whispers among them as a means of ensuring a bloodline.”
Harry snorted. “Nice way to keep the purebloods going; otherwise, they could have died out by now and we wouldn’t have had that damned war, correct?”
Snape hissed. “Language, Potter. Some of us simply don’t want to see our lines die out. Even you should understand that, being the last of your clan.” His black eyes flashed with anger, thinking that Harry wouldn’t understand.
“Contrary to what you believe, I do get that. Ginny and I talked about it.” Harry took a breath to relax and picked up his silverware again.
“Did you? Do you agree you owe me as well?”
Harry’s hand tightened on his fork. “Not as such, but I do think you deserve more than you got from the Ministry and the paltry pension from Hogwarts, so I’m willing to do this one favour for you.”
“Oh, how gracious. The noble Gryffindor diving head-first in again.”
“Stuff it, Snape!”
“For your information, I don’t need your pity, just your sperm.”
“Oh, for the love of Merlin, would you two stop? This cannot go any further if we bicker,” Ginny said, plunking down her utensils in irritation.
Harry let out a sigh, visually reining in his temper. “Sorry, Gin.”
Snape calmed down as well. “My apologies. But I do so love when Harry gets angry,” he purred, that last coming with a gleam in his eyes. “Such a delicious sight.”
Harry’s eyes went wide at the comment, and a fluttering began in his stomach. Was Snape implying what he thought he was? Did he want Harry sexually?
Ginny derailed the thought, thank goodness. “Okay, let’s go back to the ritual. What does it entail?”
Snape turned to address her more directly. “There is a potion that the second party must ingest to aid in the absorption of the first party’s genes, and an incantation said by the first as he climaxes inside the second that transfers the genes. The second then comes inside the third party and the combined genes will fertilize an ovum if it is present, which there currently is within you, Ginevra.”
Ginny looked happily surprised, whilst Harry just looked shocked.
“How did you know that?” he demanded.
“It’s called magic, Potter. Any healer with an ounce of training would be able to perform that simple diagnostic spell.”
“I’m not a healer.”
“True.”
“So that’s it? We all have sex and then it’s done?” she asked.
“Correct.”
“Then relax and finish dinner. Let’s make the best of this, okay? Harry?”
Harry picked at his food for a moment, running over all the details in his mind. “So you’re going to bugger me?”
“Vulgar lexicon, but essentially, yes.”
Harry almost looked sick, but he quelled his roiling emotions and set a grim determination. He looked at his wife, who was sitting calmly for his answer to the whole affair. He didn’t fancy the thought of Snape touching him, let alone buggering him, but it was what they had all agreed to. “Fine, Gin.”
“Good,” she said, seeming pleased with his response.
***
After dinner, they retired to the bedroom, Ginny lighting a few candles for atmosphere. As she started to disrobe along with Snape, Harry panicked.
“Gin, I don’t know that this is such a good idea.”
“Shhh,” she said, walking over to him and placing her hands on his face. “It’s okay. Try to focus on me, if that helps.” She kissed him and pulled his hands behind her to her bra. While he undressed her, she disrobed him, trying to distract him from the other presence in the room.
But said presence wouldn’t go away. “This won’t work if he doesn’t have some acknowledgement of me,” Snape said. He placed a hand on Harry’s back in lieu of a verbal hello.
Harry jumped and turned, almost knocking Snape over before he got ahold of himself. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“You would never have made a good Auror, Potter, as you never did have any sense of your surroundings. Here, drink this. I already laced it with the draught you are to take.” Snape held up a tumbler of amber liquid.
Harry warily took it, watching as the other man eyed him while he sipped it. The firewhiskey burned going down, but it helped settle his stomach and his nerves. All the while Snape ran a hand up and down Harry’s spine, making him hyper aware of the foreign wizard in his bedroom.
“What’s next?” he asked, trying to hide some of his trepidation.
“I think Harry needs a lot more attention,” Ginny said. “He needs to relax, get used to your touch, become aroused.”
“Agreed. Shall I help relax you, Mr. Potter?”
Without waiting for a reply, Snape walked around Harry and put his hands firmly on Harry’s shoulders and began to knead them. Harry moaned. He always felt so tight in the shoulders that to have someone work out the knots and loosen him up was a tremendously sensual experience. That it came from the deft hands of Severus Snape made it all surreal as well.
Ginny cottoned onto the idea and began massaging his arms, hands, legs and feet. They eventually moved on to kisses, hers along his legs and over his hip bones and his along his shoulders and neck and jaw, the gentleness beginning to undo Harry’s stony walls against Snape. The man had looked after him, saved him, all those years at Hogwarts. Now he was giving him the most sensual pleasure he’d ever had, even compared to his years with Ginny.
The caresses turned bolder, licks and bites and pinches and scrapes. Every nerve ending came alive as Snape raked his fingernails across Harry’s nipples and his thick tongue invaded his ear. “Oh, gods,” he said, losing all his inhibitions as he bucked forward into Ginny, who attempted to hold him still. That he would lose control in front of Snape was both humiliating and thrilling at the same time, and he didn’t want it to stop, which frightened him more.
By the time they were finished exploring his body, Harry was a quivering mass of need. “Please,” he whispered. He didn’t want to feel so vulnerable, especially with Snape, yet here he was, dizzy and demanding with want.
“Up on the bed. Ginevra, on your back and Harry, kneel between her legs.”
She pulled Harry onto the bed, kissing him deeply. He held on to her. She was his anchor in this unexpected sea of fear and desire. He knew what was coming next, but he had no clue as to how it would feel.
Harry broke apart from the kiss and gasped as a slick finger rubbed down his cleft and over his entrance. “Oh, sweet Merlin,” he said, quivering at the touch. He placed his forehead against Ginny’s and closed his eyes.
“I will enter you first, then you may join with your wife.”
Harry could barely breathe as a thin finger pierced him. He grunted from the strangeness of it.
“Relax! If you have learnt to follow directions, then push back against me. It will help ease the pain.”
“It’s not that; it just doesn’t feel like it should be in there.”
“Oh, it should and it will,” Snape said with conviction and a healthy dose of lust. Harry instantly knew he wasn’t talking about his fingers.
Ginny tried to distract Harry as much as she could, but it was obvious his focus was internal. She watched and kissed him, as Harry became unraveled at the sensations Snape was engendering in him.
When he was moaning and writhing between the two of them on Snape’s three fingers and Ginny’s ardent caresses, they knew he was ready for the ritual.
Snape removed his fingers and Harry keened at the loss. “Please, more.”
“Oh, yes, there will be more. I promise to fuck you well and good into Ginevra.”
Harry could only moan as Ginny stroked him. A thicker member pushed against his entrance and Harry cried out as he was pried open.
“Push back!” Snape demanded.
Harry did so and found the pain lessened as he was breached. “Oh, gods, it’s so much.”
“It is, but you can take it,” Ginny assured him.
He looked at his wife for a second, the feel of Snape pushing into him almost too much. “Is this what you felt that first time?”
“Don’t really know, love, but probably. Just breathe. It will ease.” She kissed him as Snape finished invading his body. She positioned herself up next to his cock and slowly thrust up into him. They stayed still like this, each becoming accustomed to the new arrangement for a moment, before Snape started to move.
The three began a slow rocking motion with Snape in the lead that pistoned them up into the heights of pleasure. Pain was forgotten as Harry was overwhelmed with sensation, a cock in his arse touching places he never knew existed and his own engulfed in warm wetness. It was a fullness he’d never experienced before and likely wouldn’t again unless he begged Snape to return.
He could see Ginny was loving it, too, her face all flushed and pupils dilated, accepting their thrusts with enthusiasm.
“Turn and look at me,” Snape demanded. “You should know who fucks you.”
Harry was a little put out by the tone of voice but complied anyway. Snape’s black eyes were intently watching him and it made Harry feel caught. He had allowed himself to be taken and used for this man’s purposes, and he could see that Snape knew it as well. Snape had total control over Harry now, and that knowledge could be used as blackmail or gossip or humiliation at any point in the future. For now, he used it to give Harry more pleasure.
“You are amazingly tight, Potter. So hot and good. Skin so smooth. Muscles taut and exuding power. Lips so very....” and he captured Harry’s lips in a bruising kiss that had Harry reeling in hunger and submission, all his senses screaming for release. Snape began thrusting harder and faster into his body, and Harry could barely hang on until the other man came.
Snape grunted and barked out the incantation, a strange wetness and tingle spreading through Harry’s bum and into his bollocks. It only took a few more thrusts of his own cock before he came with a shout, spilling their combined seed into Ginny. He shuddered through the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, feeling it go on and on as Snape’s cock continued to tickle that hub of nerves inside him.
When he was fully spent he collapsed onto Ginny. All three of them were panting with exertion.
“Excellent job, Potter. For once you did something right.”
The compliment made him feel eleven years old again, and he burned with shame that he felt so out of control in his own home. “You can leave anytime now, Snape. Don’t let the front door kick your arse on the way out.”
Snape merely chuckled. “So crass, as always. And I will return to check progress on the baby. Ginevra, thank you for hosting.”
“You’re welcome,” she said sleepily. “Do you mind if I don’t get up?”
“I can see myself out,” he said, and proceeded to do just that, no word of thanks or parting kindness to Harry’s backside, and Harry wondered why that should bother him at all.
***
Harry waited on pins and needles as the medi-witches refused him entry during the birth. This was hard. It was his firstborn, true enough, with all the nauseous tension that accompanies such an event, but there was anger as well at the manipulated situation.
“Congratulations!” beamed a cheerful medi-witch. “You have a healthy baby girl.”
Harry nodded and thanked her without much enthusiasm. Instead, he brushed past her and into his wife's hospital room. “Everything okay?”
Ginny looked up and smiled at him, exhausted but happy. “Right as rain.”
Harry felt differently, but wouldn’t say anything that might upset her.
“Don’t you want to see her?” she asked.
Harry wasn’t sure he did, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity, wondering if the ritual had worked. He walked over to the nursery bed and examined the tiny child. She had a pointy face and a large nose, with a full head of black hair, and was currently asleep. Harry knew immediately that when she opened her eyes, they would be black as well. There was still a small chance that she might be his, though.
“Where's the birth certificate?” he asked.
Ginny Acciod the parchment and handed it to him.
Eileen Potter Snape
Mother: Ginevra Molly Potter
Father: Severus Tobias Snape
Harry closed his eyes as grief poured over him. Some small part of him had hoped that the magic hadn’t worked and that Snape would not own this portion of his family. He’d finally had his own life, his own destiny, on the brink of starting his new family, when Snape had barged in demanding payment for his labours. He felt used all over again.
This was his firstborn, and she belonged to Snape. And somehow, so did he.