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Pairing: HP/SS Feedback: If you wouldn't mind!! Summary/Author's notes: Based loosely on one of the old challenges.
Harry Potter gives Rita Skeeter an exclusive. Warning: MPREG and
clichéd fluff!
At this point in the proceedings I feel it crucial to point out that I had absolutely no idea of the Snape lineage. I certainly had no idea of the length that Snape's biology would go to in order to secure an heir and, to be fair to Sev, I doubt he had much of a clue either. We parted amicably with promises of 'I'll fire call you,' but I think we would have been both happy at that point to say, "Thanks, it was great...see you around." However, fate had other ideas, and thankfully she did because I would not be the happy and content, non-bachelor I am today. I was at the burrow visiting my adoptive family, the Weasley's, and getting in a few hours of practise with Ron before his trial with the wasps when I received the message. It simply said: I AM PREGNANT. No signature, but I knew the handwriting well. I quickly tucked the note into the pocket of my jeans and told Ron that it was just a piece of dietary advice from my coach. A few hours later, I was discovered leaning against the sink in the Weasley's kitchen sipping tea and looking rather shaken by Molly. I must admit that I was more than shocked by the information. Being raised a muggle I realised there are a lot of things I was ignorant to, but I thought I would've noticed pregnant wizards wandering around if it was the norm. She fixed me with one of her 'I know there's something wrong so tell me before I have to result to Legimens!' glares. Molly, for all her inferring ways, hadn't successfully raised six sons without dealing with a majority of problems and although I doubted she had come across this one, I knew she would keep my confidence; after all, I couldn't exactly talk to Ron about this. I told the tale - although I didn't mention the wizard involved, and she gave me patented look number four 'how could you be so irresponsible?' She stood up and handed me a rather battered and well thumbed book, "In order for this to have happened the other party must be a pureblood and therefore will be mentioned in here." I eye the leather bound volume, Book of the PureBloods. "Some of the older families, not ours I hasten to add, have funny ways of making sure the line survives. Look through that. Maybe it will at least explain the conception." I smiled; the Weasleys had never needed help continuing their line. She patted me on the shoulder and left me to my reading. I opened the book. Every pure blood family was listed and I noticed the book was self-updating, neat although I imagined the publishers would've preferred not to lose the possible monies from reprints. I flicked through the book until I reached the Snapes and there at the top of the page was a picture of the surly looking expectant mother. Each family had its own section and the current head of the family was pictured at the top of the page. Severus, so it seemed, was the head of his family although after flicking through the list that is because he was also the last surviving Snape, so no aunts and uncles for junior then. I scanned family information and under special traits I found: In 1423, Augusta Snape faced being the last of the Snape line. Being homosexual, he naturally assumed he would not bear children and the family name would go the way of many of the other esteemed families. However, the Head of Slytherin and charms expert devised a way of not only allowing himself to carry an heir, but also all those wizards in his family with his same sexual preference. If needs be any gay wizard who finds themselves as the last surviving family member will be able to reproduce magically. I think I actually heard the penny drop. I continued reading; the family tree was large and impressive. I located Severus right at the bottom, and I saw the dotted line but instead of my name the words MIND YOUR BLOODY OWN BUSINESS had appeared. I closed the book and placed it back on the self. I thought the best thing to do was talk to the man face to face Initially I thought we should meet in public to avoid any chance of blood shed, but then I realised that someone could overhear our conversation and that outweighed the risk of merely losing a limb. So a few days later, I was sipping tea with Severus on the new plush velvet couch that dominated my living room. I shamelessly watched him over the rim of my mug. It struck me that he wasn't a classically handsome man, but I have never been drawn to perfection. His eyes were as dark as his humour, and his usual pale colour seemed even more so in the brightness that surrounded my loft conversion that overlooked Chelsea Wharf. "I, of course, will understand if you do not wish to be acknowledged as the other father; I imagine impregnating an ex-Death Eater would not look good to your sponsors." His tone was businesslike, but I could see the flick of remorse in his eyes as he continued, "I have never had the opportunity before to have a family and I have every intention of keeping the child, but do not expect you to be obligated in any way." A crazy thought crossed my mind. Would being with Severus Snape be such a bad thing? I mean, we were physically compatible and were quite capable of enjoying each other company without hexing each other. Sure he could be an irritable bastard, but I was just as likely to be an insufferable prat when I wanted to be. It wouldn't be easy, but the chance of having a family rather than a succession of flings seemed too good an opportunity not to miss. I leaned over and took his hand. He glowered at me, which I admit slightly unnerved me, but I was not to be swayed. "Severus, I am honoured to be the father of your child, and I want nothing more to be part of his or her life and that of the other father's." Before he could answer, I swooped, claimed his lips and offered up a silent prayer that he would not push me away. Although clearly taken aback, he returned the kiss and it soon became passionate. I delved my hands into his long silky hair and gently pushed him backwards. His smell was intoxicating, like burnt leaves in autumn and for inexplicable reason, candy floss. I started to undo the tiny buttons on his robes. As each one was unfastened it revealed another piece of skin to worship. I couldn't help but grin wickedly when I realised he was naked under those heavy robes - all but a pair of black boxers. We moved together, body against body. Heat against heat. Hands, fingers, tongues explored everywhere. I felt the desire burn feverously inside me as I entered him. He groaned wantonly, and bucked against me. I was lost. I surrendered; there was nothing I would not do if he had asked me to. Thrust. Hot. Deeper. More. I screamed his name. He was gasping mine and I had an undeniable urge to bite hard into his shoulder as I hit my climax My couch suitably christened we moved on to repeat our activities over the kitchen table, at the top of the landing and eventually my bed. I told you the man should have been a professional athlete. Of course the version I gave to Ms. Skeeter was not so graphic, but I could almost see the smoke pouring from her quick note quill and her eyes were glittering at the thought of her exclusive. "So, have you and Professor Snape any plans to wed?" Now that was a very good idea, and something I hadn't given any real thought. I winked conspiratorially at her and said, "We will see." Fin Hope you liked it... Hope to see you all for the sequel in 2005... Just imagine - poor Sev, he who has no taste for sweets craving candy floss.
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