Fic: Good News
Title: Good News
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~280
Summary: Severus and Harry get some good news.
Warnings: None. Well... mpreg, but that should be obvious.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter and company. Written for snarry_ldws, week 4. Betaed by nix_this, whose insomnia came in handy when I finished this thing at 2 am the night before it was due, and needed a really fast turnaround. Thanks, love. :)
Genre: mpreg
Prompt: leviathan
“Don’t be so smug.”
Severus met Harry’s irritated grumble with a raised eyebrow and sham innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Harry shot him a look that shifted from severe aggravation to resigned misery in the space of a second. He leaned over the basin, retching. Again. As the mess vanished, Severus rubbed a hand down Harry’s back, allowing himself a small smile while his lover was indisposed.
Head still hanging, Harry accused, “I can feel you smirking.”
A quick bark of laughter escaped Severus, but Harry’s glare evoked a measure of genuine sympathy. Pressing a glass of water into Harry’s shaking hands, Severus tamped down hard on the mix of pride and joy bubbling inside him at his suspicions-soon to be confirmed- and somehow managed to apologize with a straight face.
Harry, in one of his mercurial mood shifts, smiled radiantly. “No you’re not, but that’s okay. You’re doing this next time.”
Horrified at the thought, Severus retorted, “Not on your life.”
“I carried William. It’s definitely your turn after this one.” Harry’s smile grew sharper. “I can’t have all the fun, can I? I can just see you with a huge belly-”
Severus huffed, crossing his arms. “I will not be forced to waddle around like some leviathan. You aren’t getting anywhere near my arse.”
“That’s not what you said on our anniversary.” Harry leered.
The Healer walked back into the room, cutting off Severus’ reply. “Mr. Snape, Mr. Potter, I apologize for the delay, but I wanted to be certain of the results. Everything looks fine.”
Sighing with relief, Severus smirked. “Pregnancy suits you, Harry.”
“As it does you, Mr. Snape," the Healer said with a smile. "Congratulations, you’re both three weeks pregnant.”
Author: lemondropseven
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~280
Summary: Severus and Harry get some good news.
Warnings: None. Well... mpreg, but that should be obvious.
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter and company. Written for snarry_ldws, week 4. Betaed by nix_this, whose insomnia came in handy when I finished this thing at 2 am the night before it was due, and needed a really fast turnaround. Thanks, love. :)
Genre: mpreg
Prompt: leviathan
“Don’t be so smug.”
Severus met Harry’s irritated grumble with a raised eyebrow and sham innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Harry shot him a look that shifted from severe aggravation to resigned misery in the space of a second. He leaned over the basin, retching. Again. As the mess vanished, Severus rubbed a hand down Harry’s back, allowing himself a small smile while his lover was indisposed.
Head still hanging, Harry accused, “I can feel you smirking.”
A quick bark of laughter escaped Severus, but Harry’s glare evoked a measure of genuine sympathy. Pressing a glass of water into Harry’s shaking hands, Severus tamped down hard on the mix of pride and joy bubbling inside him at his suspicions-soon to be confirmed- and somehow managed to apologize with a straight face.
Harry, in one of his mercurial mood shifts, smiled radiantly. “No you’re not, but that’s okay. You’re doing this next time.”
Horrified at the thought, Severus retorted, “Not on your life.”
“I carried William. It’s definitely your turn after this one.” Harry’s smile grew sharper. “I can’t have all the fun, can I? I can just see you with a huge belly-”
Severus huffed, crossing his arms. “I will not be forced to waddle around like some leviathan. You aren’t getting anywhere near my arse.”
“That’s not what you said on our anniversary.” Harry leered.
The Healer walked back into the room, cutting off Severus’ reply. “Mr. Snape, Mr. Potter, I apologize for the delay, but I wanted to be certain of the results. Everything looks fine.”
Sighing with relief, Severus smirked. “Pregnancy suits you, Harry.”
“As it does you, Mr. Snape," the Healer said with a smile. "Congratulations, you’re both three weeks pregnant.”