Fic: Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream Title: Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream Author:sweetmelodykiss Giftee:countess_hp Word Count: 8,823 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Harry/Severus Warnings: M-Preg, h/c, sex toys, mild bondage, rimming Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Post War: unexpected/accidental mpreg scenario. Author's Notes: A huge thank you to my fabulous betas! The title of this story is from a quote by Carl Sandberg.
As soon as Voldemort fell, Harry shouted, "Now, Hermione!"
In a blink of an eye, Hermione vanished from sight, and Harry prayed to the gods that this would work. He was not going to lose the man who had almost single-handedly helped him win the war.
Hermione arrived just at the point when Harry was leaving the Shrieking Shack, and when he’d gone, Hermione rushed to Severus’ side. The older man had lost copious amounts of blood and his pulse was very weak, but he was still alive.
It didn’t take much effort to Apparate Severus directly into the Hogwarts infirmary. The wards were still down and the whole place was in chaos. Madam Pomfrey remained calm throughout. She treated the wounded, delegated tasks and shouted orders to the newly appointed medical staff.
When Hermione gently lowered Professor Snape onto one of the few vacant cots, Poppy was at his side immediately.
"What’s happened, Miss Granger?" Poppy demanded.
"Professor Snape has been bitten by a poisonous snake. There's not much time, but I have a message for you from Harry. Take care of him. Do whatever is necessary to save him. This man is a hero. Without him, we would have lost the war."
"We haven't won the war yet, Miss Granger."
Hermione smiled at the mediwitch. "Yes, we have." And with that, Hermione disappeared once again, speeding forward through time to the final battle.
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Several days passed and celebrations touted Harry as the new Lord and Saviour, but Harry wasn't there to witness any of it. He'd spent the last few days glued to a chair in the Hogwarts infirmary. He hadn't left Severus' side for more than a few minutes at a time. Severus hadn't been stable enough to move to St. Mungo's and Harry figured he'd be safer at Hogwarts anyway, at least until he could get the man's name cleared. Hermione was working on that very thing while Harry sat by Severus' bedside.
Poppy had her hands full with trying to take care of the wounded and with making sure that Harry ate during his vigil. A week passed before Severus opened his eyes. A sense of déjà vu washed over him as he stared into emerald green eyes.
Harry smiled at him. "Welcome back, Professor. You've had us all very worried, but Madam Pomfrey says that you're going to be just fine."
"How?" Severus asked in a raspy voice.
"Hush, now, it doesn't matter how. The only thing that matters is that you're alive."
It wouldn't be until sometime later that Severus would find out the truth and realize that he owed his very existence to Harry Potter.
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They started out as nightmares, but gradually the dreams began to change. The differences were subtle at first. Harry would show up just before Nagini's attack and stand on the sidelines, only watching, until one night Harry pulled a sword from his robes and killed the snake. After that, the nightmares became something very different, not nightmares at all, more like erotic fantasies.
Soft lips caressed his skin, trailing moist kisses down his throat. Severus moaned at the gentle touch, but he needed more. With one swift motion, Severus shifted their positions and pinned Harry to the bed. He kissed him feverishly, nipping and licking at delicate skin. He wedged his knee between Harry's legs and spread them wide. Severus licked his lips in anticipation. The boy squirmed and gasped as Severus drove his tongue through the tight ring of muscles.
"Oh… gods… Severus!" The boy's shouts of pleasure spurred Severus on as he tongue fucked Harry with a vengeance.
Lube magically appeared out of thin air and Severus hastily prepared Harry, driving his fingers in deep and twisting them to find the sweet spot. Harry arched his back, hips rising off the bed as Severus stabbed his prostate with two fingers. Soon though, Harry's pleadings became too much. Severus positioned his cock at Harry's entrance and pushed in slowly. He tried to be gentle, but Harry was having none of it.
"Fuck me, Severus, fuck me hard… please," Harry begged and Severus willingly complied. He pounded into Harry's tight heat, each thrust bringing him to new heights of ecstasy. Harry babbled incoherently as he slammed his hips forward, meeting Severus thrust for thrust until all was lost in a haze of lust and come.
Severus awoke, drenched in sweat and semen, as the first rays of the sun peeked through the curtains of his bedroom window. He'd only been home a week and he'd been sure that the dreams would stop after Madam Pomfrey released him, but they hadn't. They seemed to be growing stronger instead. Severus couldn't understand why he was having erotic dreams about Potter. He never had before, but then he'd never spent so much time with the brat either. Severus corrected himself. Harry was a man now, still young in age but wise in experience, hardened by war and tragedy and mature beyond his years. The man had barely left Severus' side for the entire time he'd spent in the Hogwarts infirmary.
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One year later, Severus put the finishing touches on his restoration of Spinner’s End. The house, now fit for habitation, was a welcome sanctuary. His life hadn't turned out quite the way he'd expected. He'd been completely cleared of all the charges thanks to Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. They'd worked tirelessly on his behalf and Albus' Penseive gave the final piece of evidence necessary for his acquittal. Severus had walked out of the courtroom that day with his life back and an Order of Merlin First Class in hand. His staunch supporters even gave him a party. He hated being the centre of attention, but Potter had insisted that he attend. Severus figured he owed the brat that much anyway, but it seemed that Potter always wanted more. He got another surprise that day when Minerva offered him the position of Potions professor and Deputy Headmaster. Severus graciously accepted both positions.
Harry's surprise visits to Spinner’s End at all hours of the day and night became the normal routine, and slowly, over time, Severus became used to Harry's presence. However, Severus still could not fathom what Potter was hoping to gain. He never seemed to want anything, just Severus' company. The boy desperately needed to get a life and stop pestering the old, broken down Potions master.
Severus was surprised when Harry broke off his engagement to Ginny six months after the final battle. Harry told him that he hadn't meant to hurt Ginny, but he just couldn't go through with the wedding. Severus suspected that Potter's obsession with him was the major cause of the break up. The boy simply wouldn't go away. Most of the Weasleys weren't speaking to him, so Severus figured the brat had to find someone else to annoy.
Severus had complained at first, but when he realized that Harry was not going to go away, he became less agitated by his presence. Harry helped him with the restoration of Spinner’s End, adding his magical talents where needed. Their conversations grew more amicable and Severus almost seemed to enjoy his company at times.
Severus was still incredibly snarky, but his barbs seemed to have less venom than in years past. Maybe he was just tired. He'd spent so many years as a spy, dealing with Death Eaters, Dark Lords and other untold horrors, so if anyone deserved a rest, Severus Snape surely did.
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Harry's eyes glowed with an intense fire as he looked into the obsidian orbs of the man he loved. He'd finally come to terms with his feelings for Snape. Harry craved his company and desperately wanted his touch, but fear of rejection held him back. In dreams, Harry could release his fears, cast them upon the wind and let himself go, but his dreams could only carry him for so long. He needed more, but he just didn't know how to go about getting it.
Severus felt eyes boring into him, and he wondered what Potter could possibly find so fascinating about him.
Severus turned to see green eyes staring at him intently. Visions of last night’s dream suddenly popped into his head with complete clarity, naked flesh writhing beneath him. Severus shivered from the intensity of the memory. So vivid were the dreams that some mornings Severus would awake with tiny love bites dotting his body. They had to be self-inflicted. That's all there was to it. Severus was somehow doing this to himself in the middle of the night, but still the vivid imagery lingered, at times, making Severus doubt his own sanity.
"Are you quite through staring, Mr. Potter?"
"Er… sorry, Sir. I was just thinking."
"I hope you did not hurt yourself in the process," Severus smirked.
Harry didn't mind Snape's sarcastic wit anymore. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. He took the surly banter in stride now, knowing that Severus didn't really mean it.
Harry smiled. "No, Sir. I was just thinking that maybe we could go out to dinner in Hogsmeade tonight. Tonight's the last night before you return to Hogwarts and I just thought you might like a relaxing evening on the town."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "You and I?"
"Yes, what do you think? Would you like to go? It will be my treat."
"Have you lost your senses? What would it do for your reputation to be seen with an ex-Death Eater?"
"Quite a lot, I suspect. You're a hero, a respected potions mater and Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. I don't see the problem."
"Are you asking me on a date?" Severus asked in disbelief.
"What if I am? Would that be so terrible? I know I'm not the most attractive person in the world, but I'm very loyal."
Severus' mouth fell open. Bloody hell, the boy was asking him on a date.
Finally, getting control of his swimming emotions, Severus glared hard at Harry. This was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.
"Potter, you've gone completely mad. I'm old enough to be your father. I have nothing to offer you but misery. You can't be serious! You must've taken too many hexes to the head. I think you should leave now. Go back to the Weasleys. I'm sure Ginevra will welcome you back with open arms. It's where you belong--not here with a jaded old man. Get out and do not return."
Harry's head spun with the rejection and his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.
"How can you say that?" Harry shouted angrily. "I split up with Ginny months ago. I don't love her. I'm not interested in any woman."
"Then find a man your own age and leave me in peace for Merlin's sake! You are almost nineteen years old and have your whole life ahead of you. I'm not interested in dating, Mr. Potter. Now get out!"
"Fine," Harry screamed and turned around fast--too fast. All of a sudden, the room began to spin out of control and his vision greyed to black in a fraction of a second.
A loud thud brought Severus up short. He turned just in time to see Harry hit the floor. Severus' reflexes weren't quite as good as they used to be, but still, he could move pretty quickly when the situation called for it.
He was at Harry's side in an instant, his wand out and scanning for probable causes. The boy was breathing, so Severus gently turned him over and resumed his scans. He couldn't find anything outwardly wrong, just a drop in the boy's blood sugar level and a rise in his blood pressure.
Severus levitated Harry into the master bedroom and deposited him on the bed. The boy's skin was pale and his pulse rapid. Severus had quite a bit of healing knowledge, but he couldn't find anything serious that would cause Harry to faint.
Harry moaned as his eyes fluttered open. He looked around in confusion and tried to sit up, but a hand pushed him back down.
"Stay still, Mr. Potter. I need to complete my scans."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"You fainted, but I do not know why. I am going to fire-call Madam Pomfrey."
"Wait, I feel better now. There's no need to bother her."
"I'll be the judge of that. Now don't move from this bed until I return."
"Um… OK," Harry acquiesced. He didn't really feel like arguing. He was still a bit dizzy.
Ten minutes later, Snape returned with Madam Pomfrey in tow.
"Just relax, Harry. I'm going to run some scans and see I if I can determine what caused your fainting spell. This will take a few minutes."
She quickly assessed the situation, running a myriad of spells and scans. With each new scan, her brow furrowed further.
"Is something wrong?" Severus asked. He didn't like the look on Madam Pomfrey's face.
"I'll let you know as soon as I've completed my scans."
She continued running her wand over Harry's body, finally stopping at his abdomen and concentrated her energy there for quite some time.
"Madam Pomfrey, really, I feel much better. I didn't eat anything today. Maybe that's why I fainted."
"That is not good for you, Mister Potter. From now on, you will eat three meals a day and healthy snacks in between. I am making that an order."
"All right, so that is why I fainted?"
"Partially, but not entirely, there is another underlying cause," Madam Pomfrey said gravely.
"Madam Pomfrey," Severus interrupted. "Please, what is wrong with the boy?"
"I'm not a boy," Harry grumbled.
"No, I dare say you are not," the mediwitch added.
Poppy turned and glared at Professor Snape. The look was withering, almost as good as one of Severus' own glares. Severus turned and looked behind him to see if there was someone else in the room. No, she was definitely looking at him.
"Madam Pomfrey, please, what is wrong with Harry?"
Harry smiled to himself, slightly pleased. Severus had just called him Harry, and he looked concerned. The miserable git did care about him, and a feeling of satisfaction swelled in Harry's chest. He'd be really happy if only Madam Pomfrey didn't look so grim.
"Mr. Potter is with child," Madam Pomfrey stated matter-of-factly.
A deafening silence fell as Harry and Severus stared at the mediwitch.
Finally, in unison, Harry and Severus cried, "What?"
"Mister Potter is pregnant. In my estimation, he's about three months along."
"But… but, that's not possible. I'm a boy!" Harry protested.
"Yes, he's a boy," Severus agreed.
"Gentlemen, you are also wizards, and in our world nothing is impossible, although it is extremely rare."
"Who's the father?" Severus asked.
"Wait a minute. I can't be pregnant. Don't you have to have sex to get pregnant? I haven't been with anyone since Ginny and I split up."
"No one, Mr. Potter? Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Don't you think I would know?"
"Maybe not," Poppy said as she turned to look suspiciously at Severus.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Because, Professor, the baby has both yours and Harry's magical signature," she answered, leaving no room for debate. "You, Professor Snape, are the child's father."
Severus sputtered. "Don't be ridiculous. I've never touched the boy, not once."
"It's true, Madam Pomfrey. Severus and I have never been together. I don't understand. The scans, they must be wrong."
"I've run them several times. They are not wrong. I received a magical image of the baby growing inside you. You are most definitely pregnant, and Professor Snape is the father."
"Outrageous!" Severus shouted. "How could I have possibly knocked up the Saviour of the Wizarding world when I've never laid a hand on him?"
Tears started pool in Harry's eyes and the mediwitch laid a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "There, there, everything will be all right. We'll get to the bottom of this, I assure you, Harry."
Severus felt guilty now. He hadn't intended to make the boy cry, but this was all just too bloody impossible.
"I'll return to Hogwarts and start researching it right away. There is one recorded instance of male pregnancy in the history books, but I suspect there are more that have gone undetected. However, I have never heard of a magical pregnancy created by Immaculate Conception, save one, of course. There has to be a logical explanation for this."
"There is nothing logical about this," Severus hissed. "We've never been together. Therefore, the whole thing is absurd."
"Absurd or not, you are going to be parents. Is there anything the two of you can tell me, anything at all, no matter how obscure it may seem?"
Severus shook his head but Harry looked thoughtful.
"Er… I've had a lot of very odd dreams. It's really embarrassing, though."
"What kind of dreams, Harry?"
"Well… um… sex dreams about Severus. We were together in my dreams."
"Blast, blast it all, it can't be," Severus growled.
"Severus, have you been having dreams as well?" Poppy asked with an intense look in her eyes. Lying to the mediwitch was not an option.
"I'm afraid so, but I thought they were just dreams. I never once imagined that Mr. Potter could do Dream Magic."
"Given that you and Harry are the two most powerful wizards in the Wizarding world, I am not surprised."
"Dream Magic, what are you talking about?" Harry was utterly confused now.
"Do you remember when Voldemort used to invade your mind during your dreams, showing you images and projecting his feelings?" Severus asked.
"Yes, it was horrible," Harry groaned.
"Well, Dream Magic is somewhat similar." Severus attempted to explain. "It usually only works between lovers that are separated for some reason. They reconnect with each other during their dreams, but I still don't understand how Mr. Potter became pregnant."
"It is unprecedented." Madam Pomfrey said thoughtfully. "My only conclusion is that you and Harry are a perfect match magically and the power the two of you generated during those dreams somehow created this child. I'll have to research this further to know for sure, but you are going to have a baby. I suggest you prepare yourselves. I must return to Hogwarts, but I'll be back in a few minutes with some vitamins for Harry to take. See that he takes them every day. One more thing," Poppy said, looking at Severus sternly. "Absolutely no stress for Mr. Potter. This pregnancy will be difficult enough without you adding to it. Harry's blood pressure is too high and any added stress could cause him to become toxaemic. I can't give him medication for his blood pressure because it would harm the baby. He must be kept calm. Do you understand, Professor?"
"Yes, Madam, I understand."
"Good, I'll be back soon with the vitamins. In the meantime, get some rest, Harry," Madam Pomfrey said, packing up her bag.
"I'll try."
When the mediwitch left, Harry and Severus stared at each other until Harry finally broke the silence.
"I didn't do this on purpose. I didn't even know it could be done, and I'm sorry I've ruined your life," Harry said, hanging his head dejectedly.
Severus felt a stabbing pain in his heart. The boy looked pathetic. Severus sat down on the bed next to Harry. His mind and heart were in turmoil. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know how to be a parent and the prospect frightened him more that any Dark Lord ever could.
"I don't know what to say or how to react, Mr. Potter. Somehow, we've created a life without ever being together, and I just don't understand it. Those dreams were so real, so vivid, I should have suspected something, but I didn't."
"Neither did I. I just thought they were regular dreams, dreams that let me express what I felt for you without the threat of rejection. I didn't know you were having the same dreams. This is insane."
"I agree. I just don't understand why you would want a relationship with me. I am not the easiest person to live with. Surely, you could do much better."
"You are the only person who doesn't treat me like I'm some sort of god. You never have, and with all the sacrifices you've made for me, I've come to love you very deeply. I know you loved my mother, and I could never be her, but I'd hoped that you would come to care for me someday."
Severus shook his head. There was a great misunderstanding between Harry and him, and he had to correct it.
"There is something you should know. I did love your mother, but not in the way that you think. I loved her like a sister, a best friend, but never as a lover. My preferences have always run to my own sex."
Harry smiled. "Then you do want me, too, unless there's someone else?"
"There is no one else. I have not been involved in a relationship for many years now."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "May I ask you something, Severus? It's a little personal."
"We are going to have a baby, so I suppose that would be acceptable."
"Have you ever been in love?" Harry looked down at his hands, afraid to look Severus in the eye.
"That's difficult to answer. When I was young, I thought I was in love, but I've only had that feeling twice, once long ago and again now."
Harry brightened immediately. "You love me, too. Don't you, Severus?"
"Merlin help me, I suppose I do. However, that does not mean that I am a suitable mate for you."
"Hmm, it seems our child disagrees with you. Madam Pomfrey did say that we were a perfect match. That's good enough for me," Harry beamed.
Severus smirked. "Oh, bloody hell, I'm doomed."
Harry was still smiling at Severus when Madam Pomfrey returned with his vitamins.
"Ah, I'm glad to see you two getting along. Are you going to be staying with Severus during the rest of your pregnancy?"
"Um…"
"Yes, he is," Severus answered for him. “He'll be moving into my quarters at Hogwarts."
"Excellent! I'll see you both tomorrow then."
"Of course, we'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for your assistance."
"That's what I'm here for, dears."
After she'd gone, Harry looked at Severus hopefully. "You really want me to move in with you?"
"Yes, I do. This is our child and you are not going to go through the pregnancy alone."
"Then you're willing to try and make a relationship between us work?"
"I am, but you must know this isn't going to be easy. I am a…difficult man."
"I don't think you could be any worse than a pregnant person. Arthur has told me many a horror story about Molly's pregnancies."
"Oh, joy, I am so looking forward to it," Severus smirked. "You really should get some sleep soon. It's been a long day. I'll make you dinner and then off to bed with you."
"Er… isn't this your bedroom?"
"Yes, but I'll sleep upstairs. You'll be more comfortable in here."
"Please, Severus, stay in here with me. We don't have to do anything if you don't want. I just don't want to be alone."
Severus hesitated. He didn't know if he could sleep so close to the brat without touching him, but Harry needed him, so he agreed.
"As you wish, Mr. Potter, if it will stop your incessant whining."
"Don't you suppose you could call me Harry now? At least in front of the baby," Harry grinned.
"Very well, Harry. Come now. If you feel up to it, you may help me with dinner."
"Great, I love to cook and I'm pretty good at it."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "I can hardly wait to experience your culinary talents first hand."
The next day Severus and Harry arrived at Hogwarts. They put their trunks in Severus' chambers and went to visit the Headmistress. They would have to explain the situation to Minerva if Harry was going to live here.
That night as they lay in bed together, Severus felt a surreal sort of contentment. Kissing Harry Potter in real life was an almost religious experience. Harry's mouth was wet and warm, his lips soft, inviting Severus to plunder them and possess their owner, but Severus wasn’t yet ready to carry out those desires. Instead, Severus licked a trail down Harry's chest, laving tender nipples on his way until he reached Harry's beautiful erect cock.
Severus licked the tip delicately and breathed in Harry's sweet scent. Harry moaned as Severus wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock.
"Ah… Severus, I've wanted you for so long, please," he begged.
Severus took pity on him and swallowed Harry's cock all the way down to the root until it hit the back of his throat. Severus slid his tongue up the underside and along the thick ridge, making Harry shiver with delight. Severus soon started sucking in earnest. He wanted to taste Harry's seed upon his tongue, drink down his milky essence and savour his musky flavour.
It didn't take long, as Harry tensed, moaning breathlessly, "Severus, I'm going to--to… come." Harry shook with the force of his orgasm and exploded inside Severus' mouth.
A few moments later, after Harry regained his senses, he was all too happy to reciprocate. Severus' cock jutted upward like a majestic obelisk. It was grand in scale and girth.
"Magnificent," Harry whispered.
He wanted desperately to ride that beast, just as he had in his dreams, but right now, his mouth watered for a taste of heaven. Severus almost screamed as moist heat engulfed his cock and sucked him into a warm haze of sweet oblivion.
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Minerva was ecstatic over the prospect of having a child born at Hogwarts. She had Severus' living quarters moved to the seventh floor straight away. He and Harry now had the most spacious quarters of any staff member in Hogwarts.
Minerva hired Harry as an assistant to the current DADA Professor, the newly reinstated Remus J. Lupin. Severus wasn't thrilled about that, but he knew Harry would go mad if he had nothing to do. It was a small sacrifice to make for Harry's well being. He and the wolf had made peace with each other, but Severus still didn't like the way Lupin doted on the boy. Harry always seemed happiest when Lupin was around. Maybe it was because Remus was Harry's last link to the family he'd lost, but Severus suspected that the wolf was just a bit too interested in Harry. Pangs of jealousy stabbed at Severus whenever he saw Harry and Lupin laughing together. It was something Severus would have to overcome.
Harry and Severus shared a large bedroom. Harry wanted him near, and Severus couldn't refuse. He decided he liked sleeping snuggled close to Harry, even though they hadn't been completely intimate yet. God knows, Harry had tried, but Severus was hesitant. He didn't want to risk hurting Harry or the baby.
That evening when he and Harry returned from dinner in the Great Hall, Harry pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Severus. Severus opened the note and read it. Harry smirked at him impishly. The note said that it was perfectly safe for him to have sex, and it bore Madam Pomfrey's signature. Blast the brat for always seeming to know what he was thinking.
Severus rolled his eyes as Harry laughed at him. "Come on, Severus, let's go to bed."
Harry grabbed Severus by the hand and literally dragged him into the bedroom.
A quick wave of Harry's wand had them both naked in mere moments.
"A bit eager, aren't we?" Severus drawled.
"You've kept me waiting too bloody long as it is, Severus."
"Eager and pushy, how very Gryffindor," Severus smirked.
Harry smiled innocently and launched himself into Severus' arms. The force carried them backward onto the bed with Harry straddling Severus' hips.
"Eager, pushy and stronger than you look," Severus chuckled.
Harry laughed and leaned down for a kiss. He shoved his tongue into Severus' mouth, taking complete control of the situation. They kissed and ground their erections together, sweat slicking their bodies as they frotted against each other on the large bed.
Harry licked Severus' throat, running his tongue gently over the scar there. Severus moaned and pulled his lover closer, his cock rocking back and forth between Harry's arse cheeks. The friction was delicious, decadent and sinful. Harry's body flushed a beautiful shade of pink and he groaned when Severus nipped lightly at one of his nipples.
Harry couldn't wait another second. He needed to feel Severus' pulsing cock inside him.
"Prepare me, Severus, prepare me now," he moaned breathlessly.
Severus summoned a tube of lube from the bedside table and twisted off the cap with his teeth. He generously coated two fingers and gently probed Harry's hole with them. Harry rode Severus' fingers as his lover jabbed at his sweet spot.
"Ah… Severus, I need to feel your cock inside me, can't wait… too hot," Harry cried as he lifted off Severus' fingers.
He grabbed Severus' cock, slicking it quickly and guided it to his puckered entrance. "Oh… oh… my God…"
The burn was delicious as Harry slid down Severus' shaft until he was fully seated. Harry waited only a fraction of a second before he began to rock back and forth.
Harry watched Severus' eyes glaze with passion, as his breath hitched in his throat.
"Harry…" Severus groaned.
Severus had never felt his cock engulfed in anything so tight before. It made stars dance before his eyes as Harry rode him with total abandon. Sweat pooled in the hollow of Harry's back as he increased his speed. Severus held Harry's hips tightly and slammed his pulsing cock upwards, striking Harry's prostate time after time.
Severus wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and stroked it roughly as the pounding rhythm coursed through his veins. Too soon though, Harry stilled and covered Severus' chest with his seed. A moment later, Severus followed Harry, spilling his essence inside his lover's body.
Harry collapsed breathless on top of Severus, heart racing and blood pulsing in his ears. It was glorious beyond all words, and he wrapped his arms tightly around the man he loved. Severus held him, gently stroking his back until Harry's breathing returned to normal.
When Harry finally rolled off Severus, he flashed the older man a brilliant smile. "That was amazing!"
"I'd have to agree with you--amazing."
Severus grabbed his wand and did a quick Cleaning charm on them. He stroked Harry's hair and ran his hand down his chest and over the small swell of his abdomen. It still seemed so surreal. He and Harry were going to have a baby. The little bulge was evidence enough of the magical being the two of them had created. They fell asleep holding each other close and walking through each other dreams. It felt natural now. Together they were creating the most powerful magic ever known.
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As the months passed and Harry grew larger, he had to give up his assistant teaching position until after the baby came. The research on magical pregnancies continued. Madam Pomfrey, Remus and Hermione looked through every book and record they could get their hands on, but they didn't find much.
The most help actually came from Albus' portrait. Apparently, Albus had been able to do Dream Magic. He and Gellert experienced it quite often, although they'd never conceived a child through those means. He and Albus had never wanted children, and Albus suspected that it was because of Harry's desire to have a family that he and Severus were able to conceive using Dream Magic.
The facts didn't really mean much anymore. In a little less than three months, Harry and Severus would be proud parents. As Harry's due date grew near, Harry's emotions became more erratic and his urge to clean and make things ready for the baby drove Severus to the brink of madness.
It seemed that Severus wasn't the only one who had a jealous streak. Severus found out that Harry had a jealous streak too. One afternoon, Harry happened to find him having a quiet conversation with Lupin in a corner of the teachers' lounge. Harry stormed out of the break room in a huff, and Severus had his hands full trying to calm the younger man.
"Harry, what on earth is wrong? I thought you wanted me to get along with Lupin."
"I do, but I've been waiting for you for over an hour. I was bored, so I made dinner for us in our chambers. I thought we could have a quiet evening alone."
"That sounds wonderful. I'm sorry. I didn't know what you had planned," stated Severus. And he was sorry. He would have much rather been with Harry than with Lupin.
"It's all right. I guess I should have told you. You usually come home right after classes. I didn't expect you to be off flirting with Remus," Harry huffed.
"I was not flirting with Lupin. We were talking about you and the impending birth of our child."
Harry looked a little sheepish, knowing in his heart that he had nothing to worry about. "I'm sorry, Severus. It's just that--I'm fat!"
Severus snorted. "Fat! You’ve never looked more beautiful. Now, may we go and eat the dinner you've prepared for us?"
Harry smiled as he and Severus made their way back to their quarters.
Severus eyed the dinner Harry placed before him. It was what looked to be a raw piece of tuna with something black on top of it. Beside it sat a small shot glass with some kind of pink foam in it. The whole dish looked very unappealing, but Severus tentatively put a fork full in his mouth anyway.
"You don't like it, do you?"
"It is very unique, Harry."
"There's no need to patronize me. It sucks."
Harry dumped their uneaten food in the trash bin and stomped off to bed, leaving Severus sitting at the table hoping to God that the child would come soon.
Severus did some reading for a while, giving Harry time to calm down before he entered their bedroom. After an hour or so, Severus joined Harry in bed. The boy cuddled up close and laid one arm over Severus' chest. "I'm sorry for making such a fuss."
"Don't be sorry. You're entitled to make a fuss."
Harry smiled up at him. "In that case, I might make a fuss right now. Do you remember that dream we had where I was tied to the bed with those silk scarves? You had me blindfolded and gagged, totally at your mercy."
"Oh, yes, I remember that one quite well."
"Mm, me too," Harry moaned. "Do you want to try it?" Harry asked seductively.
"That's very tempting, but I think we should wait until after the baby is born to fulfil that particular dream."
"Sometimes you're just no fun at all," Harry sniffed and yawned widely.
"Go to sleep, brat. You'll need all your strength to get through the next two months."
"Without killing anyone, you mean," Harry snorted as he drifted off to sleep.
Severus soon followed Harry into slumber, where silk purple scarves and a ball gag made a spectacular appearance in their shared dream.
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Madam Pomfrey's latest scans showed something odd. She hadn't noticed it before because the baby's back was always toward her. She hadn't been able to determine the baby's sex either, but now the baby had shifted.
The mediwitch frowned and ran the scans again to get a clearer picture. Sure enough, there were two babies in Harry's womb. The boy was going to give birth to twins, but there seemed to be a problem.
Severus looked ashen as Madam Pomfrey explained the situation.
"Twins? Conjoined twins?" Severus asked. "Why didn't you see this before?"
"The position of the baby wouldn't allow it and, apparently, their heartbeats were in perfect sync. I really don't think this will be a problem. There seems to be only one small band of tissue connecting them at the abdomen. I should be able to magically separate them easily enough."
"Are you sure, Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked, still looking frightened.
"I'm sure, dear. Everything will be fine, but I want you on complete bed rest for the next month. You may only get up for meals and to take care of nature, but that's all. We can't take any chances with your life or the lives of the babies."
"All right, if you think it's necessary. I'll do as you say."
"And I'll see that he does," Severus added.
"Good, Harry's blood pressure is still too high and he is mildly toxaemic. Bed rest is the best thing for him right now."
Severus did his best to calm Harry's fears, but being on total bed rest made Harry decidedly cranky. Severus rather enjoyed it though. He'd never met anyone who could give him a run for his money, until now. Molly Weasley had nothing on Harry James Potter. The boy could be a terror, to the point of even scaring the hell out of house-elves.
At least, they still had brilliant sex in their dreams, even if they couldn’t have it in real life. As time progressed, however, the dreams grew less erotic and more domestic. Severus never knew the joy of decorating until he helped Harry decorate the nursery in their latest dream.
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One morning, near the end of Harry's pregnancy, Severus awoke to find Harry staring at him.
"Is something wrong, Harry?"
"No, I was just thinking."
"Oh, no," Severus said with an amused expression.
"Shut it," Harry grinned. "I was thinking that we should bond. I don't want our children to be born without us having had a proper wedding."
"Really?" Severus asked in shock. He never even considered the possibility that Harry might want to bond with him.
"You don't want to marry me," Harry pouted.
"Of course, I want to marry you. I just assumed that you wouldn't want to."
"Sometimes you're exasperating, Severus. How many times have I told you that I love you?"
"Far too many to count, my impertinent brat," Severus said with a smirk. "If you're sure you want to do this, then I suggest we do it soon. It won't be long now until the twins are born."
"Well then, how about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? That’s a little soon, isn't it?"
"You said we should do it soon. We'll do it here with just a few close friends, Remus, Hermione, Ron and Minerva."
And so it was, Harry and Severus were bonded the very next day, in a simple ceremony. The short guest list gushed over the newly bonded couple until Severus finally threw them all out. The timing was perfect because the night of their honeymoon, Harry went into labour.
"Severus, wake up, please. I think it's time. My stomach hurts really badly."
Severus sat up immediately. "How often do you have this pain?"
"Ah, I don't know. Every few minutes, I guess."
"Yes, I believe the time has come. Stay here and I will fire-call Madam Pomfrey."
When Severus came back, he levitated Harry off the bed and headed straight for the infirmary.
"I think I can walk, Severus," Harry protested, but Severus would not hear it.
"Enjoy the ride while you can. Madam Pomfrey is preparing to do your Caesarean section. So hopefully the pain will be minimal."
"I wanted to be awake for the birth of our children," Harry fretted.
"That is not possible and you know it. Even if the twins were not conjoined," Severus replied.
"Oh, I suppose not, but damn it, I want to know how the separation goes."
"I'll make you a deal; I'll have Madam Pomfrey bring you out of the anaesthetic as soon as possible, provided it is safe to do so."
"Ow," Harry shouted, clutching at his stomach.
"Hold on, we are almost there, just breathe."
Madam Pomfrey and her team immediately moved Harry into the newly set up operating room. Severus was not happy when the mediwitch sent him to the waiting area, telling him that his presence would only make things worse.
Once Harry was under the anaesthetic, Poppy made a magical incision in Harry's abdomen. The babies were in the right position as she and an assistant carefully lifted them out. Madam Pomfrey closed Harry's wound, casting spells against infection and to minimize scarring. Harry was stable and his blood pressure near normal, so Madam Pomfrey turned her attention to the babies.
Poppy and her staff cleaned the babies thoroughly and checked for health problems. They were perfect in every way, except for the small band of tissue connecting them. Madam Pomfrey smiled, waved her wand and numbed the area on the babies’ abdomens. She made one small incision on each child and magically separated the twins. They wailed in protest, but calmed quickly when Madam Pomfrey stuck a bottle of formula in each little mouth.
Harry's eyes fluttered open and he blinked to clear his vision. He turned his head to the left and saw his husband sitting by his bed holding a tiny bundle. A small noise to Harry's right, made him turn his head in that direction. Madam Pomfrey sat on the other side holding another small bundle. Harry grinned and sat up gingerly. Severus gently laid his bundle in one arm and Madam Pomfrey laid her bundle in Harry's other arm.
"Meet our daughters, Harry. They have been anxious for you to wake up," Severus said as he brushed the hair out of Harry's eyes.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon the faces of his two beautiful daughters. They both had a full head of black hair, ivory skin and blue eyes. Harry could just make out a tint of green in his little girls’ eyes and he knew that someday soon their eyes would be the same colour as his. They were his and Severus' little miracles. Emotions swelled in Harry's chest and he couldn't stop his tears of joy from falling.
"Aren't they beautiful, Severus?" Harry sniffed.
"They are quite exquisite and absolutely perfect in every way. What shall we name our precious jewels?"
"What do you think, Severus, any suggestions?"
"I thought perhaps, Abigail and Adelaide."
"Hmm, those are nice names, but I'm not sure. They just don't look like Abigail and Adelaide."
Severus smirked, "Oh, what do they look like?"
"If it's all right with you, I'd like to name them Lily and Eileen," Harry said, staring at his daughters.
Severus genuinely smiled at his husband. "I think those would be perfect."
"Brilliant," Harry beamed.
"We have a throng of well-wishers waiting to see you and the babies. If you feel up to it, I will let in a few at a time. Remus has been pacing the hallway ever since you went into labour."
"Yes, by all means let them in. We shouldn't keep Lily and Eileen's adoring fans waiting."
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Three months later, Harry and Severus packed their little girls off for a weekend trip to Auntie Hermione's and Uncle Ron's. They'd been begging to keep the girls for sometime now. They argued that it would be good practice, since Hermione was expecting their first child.
Harry was hesitant. He hadn't been separated from the girls for more than five minutes since they were born, but Severus finally persuaded him with promises of a romantic weekend. The glint of mischief in Severus' eye finally convinced Harry that it would be all right. Between feedings, diaper changes and bouts of colic, the couple, still only newlyweds, hadn't even had a proper honeymoon.
After dinner and plenty of wine, Severus sneaked into the bedroom and lit the floating candles that he'd placed around the room earlier. He strategically tied two silk scarves to the headboard and draped them down across the pillows. The room smelled sweet and looked beautiful bathed in the ethereal glow of the candlelight. Everything was perfect.
Severus led Harry to the bedroom and watched his lover's eyes shine with unrestrained lust as he took in the sight of the candles and the silk scarves tied to the bed. Severus ran his hands over Harry's back, listening to the soft purring sound vibrating in Harry's throat.
Harry turned around and pressed himself flush against his husband. Long, slow kisses ensued, leaving them both hard and breathless. Severus slipped the robe off Harry's shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a cascade of fabric. He trailed his fingertips all over Harry's soft skin and gently pushed him backward toward the bed.
Severus positioned Harry's naked body on the bed and tied the scarves around his wrists. Harry grinned and spread his legs wantonly, teasing Severus by running his toes over his husband's crotch.
"You have entirely too many clothes on."
"I agree with you," Severus grinned wolfishly. With a wave of his wand, Severus banished the offending articles of clothing and knelt naked on the bed in front of Harry's hungry eyes.
Harry licked his lips, wanting desperately to taste Severus' beautiful hard cock. Seemingly reading Harry's mind, Severus slithered forward on his knees and nudged Harry's mouth with the head of his cock.
Harry arched his back and sucked Severus' throbbing member into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip and over the slit. It felt like heaven, but Severus had other plans for the evening. He pulled his cock out of Harry's mouth, chuckling as the boy passionately vocalized his protests.
"We've only just begun, Mr. Potter-Snape. Patience is a virtue and tonight I intend to make you the most virtuous man in the entire world."
Harry gasped when a cock ring magically appeared around his prick. Harry's eyes darkened, his breath hitched in his throat, and his skin flushed a deep crimson. As he looked into his husband’s eyes, Severus thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful.
Nipple clamps appeared a moment later, and Harry bucked his hips at the pinching sensation. His cock dribbled pre-come, and he moaned as Severus ran a long, potion-stained finger up the crack of his arse.
"Aren't we missing something, love? Where's the gag?" Harry breathed as Severus teased him.
"Not this time, brat. I want to hear all those delicious sounds you make as I pound into your tight arse."
Harry moaned loudly at the sound of his husband's silky, lust-heavy voice.
"See what I mean? The noises you make are sinful, wicked and before this night is over you'll be screaming my name."
"Ah… God, Severus, stop talking or I'll come even with this cock ring on."
Severus chuckled. "No, you will not come until I release you, my love."
Harry shivered with the prospect as Severus dove down for a kiss. He nibbled on Harry's bottom lip until it was red and swollen. Severus' tongue danced inside Harry's mouth as his fingers tugged gently on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Harry moaned into Severus' mouth, sending delicious chills up and down his spine. When Severus finally moved on, Harry could only babble incoherently.
Severus licked a trail down the middle of Harry's chest, stopping for a moment to lave his navel and then he moved on to Harry's inner thighs. Severus' tongue ghosted over each thigh lightly until he came to the spot between Harry's cock and balls. He licked and nipped as Harry tried to float off the bed.
"Sev… please… I need to come," Harry panted.
"Not yet, not until I'm inside you," Severus growled.
"Gahhh," Harry groaned.
"I'll take that as a ‘yes’ then."
Severus smirked up from a tangle of hair and then drove his tongue straight into Harry's puckered hole. That did it; Harry writhed with ecstasy as Severus jabbed his tongue in and out of his arse until it was soft, wet and pliant.
Just like in his dreams, a tube of lube magically appeared out of thin air and Severus wasted no time slicking his engorged cock. With one powerful thrust, Severus shoved past the tight ring of muscles and jabbed Harry's prostate with the first stroke.
"My gods!" Harry screamed. "Fuck yeah, that's it, take me… bloody fucking hell!"
Severus set a brutal pace as he pushed Harry's knees level with his head and pounded into Harry's pert little arse. Fireworks went off behind Severus' eyes as he drew ever closer to climax.
"Harry… love… yes, so good," Severus moaned as his balls began to tighten. He grabbed Harry's cock, slid the cock ring off and pumped him in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me, Harry. Come for me, now."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He arched his back and came with a scream, "Severussssss!"
Severus shuddered and thrust in twice more. He came hard, shooting rope after rope of come inside his lover's body.
Severus waved his hand, banishing scarves and nipple clamps before collapsing on top of a breathless Harry.
"That was better then any old dream," Harry managed to say after a few hard panting moments.
"Indeed, better that any dream we've ever had, and we've had some spectacular dreams," Severus said, grabbing his wand and casting a quick cleaning spell over each of them.
Harry chuckled, "Yes we have. There is one in particular that I remem…"
Severus groaned, cutting off Harry, "Not now, brat. Unless you're trying to kill me, it will have to wait until tomorrow. I should be sufficiently recovered by then."
"Well, if you insist," Harry said with a smile as he snuggled up close to his husband.
Severus yawned and mumbled something under his breath as they both started to drift off to sleep. Harry thought it sounded suspiciously like, 'I love you,' and Harry smiled as sweet dreams filled the dark space between them.
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Monday morning arrived cloudy and overcast. Severus sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee and reading Potions Monthly while Harry nibbled on toast and perused his Quidditch magazine. The blistering silence made Harry and Severus long for the return of the girls. They actually missed the screaming and crying. Severus flashed a tentative look at the front door, waiting anxiously for Ron and Hermione to return with their precious angels.
Thirty minutes later, a knock sounded on the door and Harry rushed to answer it with Severus hot on his heels. The babies squealed as they were plucked from Ron’s and Hermione's arms and peppered with kisses.
When Severus finally got a good look at Lily and Eileen's adopted Aunt and Uncle, he couldn't help but smirk. Hermione's hair hung in long greasy mats and she had a spot of formula stuck to her left cheek. Ron's shirt was stained with baby spittle and they both sported dark circles under their eyes.
"Er, I hope the girls didn't give you any trouble," Harry said, looking the pair up and down.
Hermione smiled tiredly. "Not at all, it was an excellent experience. Wasn't it, Ron?"
"Uh huh," Ron muttered, giving his wife a dirty look.
Severus couldn't help snickering as he asked, "When would you like to have them again?"
Harry did his best to suppress a giggle.
"Um… well, we're going to be rather busy for the next couple of months, but we'll let you know as soon as we're free," Ron said, grabbing Hermione by the arm and dragging her out the door.
"Bye, guys, and thanks," Harry yelled at their retreating backs, while trying to stifle his laughter at the same time.
"It looks like they had an eventful weekend." Severus simply couldn't hide his glee.
Harry smiled and kissed Severus on the nose. "But not as eventful as ours."
"Not even close, my little minx."
"Hmm, we may never see them again," Harry sighed.
"That would be such a shame."
"Now be nice. We need babysitters so we can have more weekends like this."
"I already have that worked out. Lupin gets them next time. He's generously offered his services."
"You really are trying to run off all of our friends."
"Yes, but it will take sometime. There's Lupin, Minerva, Madam Pomfrey, Miss Lovegood, Mr. Longbottom, my godson and a whole slew of Weasleys. We'll be set for years to come. Now let's get the girls cleaned up and then we'll put them down for a nap."
"And what are we going to do to occupy our time while the girls are napping?" Harry asked with a wicked grin.
"Oh, I don't know, but I'm sure we can dream up something."