This is a really amusing take on the ol' Marriage Law. :)
Severus put a finger under Potter's chin and tilted it up, leaning in to look him in the eye, close enough to smell his cologne. "You've learned your lesson about following directions, I hope?"
"Y-yes, sir."
Is this the first time Harry's called Severus "sir" in the whole fic? Hmmm...
And she's not exactly thrilled with the pregnancy – a second missed season will ruin her career, and she's blaming me,
Um, wait, what now? She couldn't have predicted this effect of having sex with her husband? (Assuming Harry wasn't forcing her into a lack of contraception...)
And so he'd gone from Death Eater to spy, Professor to Headmaster, convict to potions peddler: Severus Snape, inventor of love philtres and aphrodisiacs.
Potter came back before Severus had counted off nine months from his last visit – not that he was counting, but he was attentive to detail and had happened to notice the date.
"Hey," Potter said, putting his elbows up on Severus's counter, leaning close to him. "Thanks for … last time. What you said–"
Um. Am I crazy to start suspecting that Severus has been subtly dosing Harry all this time?
"There was no need for you to discuss my case with the Minister."
"Yes, there was."
The phrase "saving people thing" comes to mind...
"No, it's not just that, of course, but still – it's a good start, isn't it? I mean … if he turns out to be anything like you…"
"Do not," Severus said, wheeling and facing Potter, "wish that on your son or anyone."
Oh my. I can see why he says this, and yet I totally see Harry's side of it too.
With Harry at his side, wearing the coat and scarf that Harry had conjured for him, Severus took his first step through the door of his shop and out into the sunlight.