The Wizard Survival Act, Chapter Sixteen
Title: The Wizard Survival Act, Chapter Sixteen
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Minor Pairings: Hermione/Ginny, Seamus/Dean, Percy/Oliver, Harry/various
Rating: R
Summary: In the light of the recent war and certain sexual developments in wizarding youth, the Ministry decides to take the production of wizard offspring into their own hands.
Warning: homosexual lurve, a shocking spread of the homosexual lifestyle, m-preg, and hints of abuse/rape.
Chapter Summary: Severus and Draco have a visitor, and then another. Ron feels frisky.
previous chapters
It appeared, upon the Tuesday of that following week, that Severus had not made any progress with Remus Lupin. The Potions Master was in a terrible mood, muttering things like "rude mutt" and "bloody golden eyed bastard". Draco, being a very intelligent human being, opted to stand in the corner and peel the skin from baby flobberworms.
"Excuse me?" There was a quick knock on the door, causing Severus to look up from his cauldron and glare at the interruption. Draco was shocked, and a little scared, to find Dr. Nyoka Wooldridge standing at the doorway.
"Wooldridge." Severus greeted, hardly looking startled by her appearance. Dr. Wooldridge graced him with a large, snake-like grin. She stepped further into the room, shutting the door before joining Severus next to the cauldron. Their black robes looked nearly identical, which Draco couldn't help but find amusing.
"It's wonderful to see you again, Professor." Dr. Wooldridge replied, sending Severus a smirk.
"Is there a particular reason you have decided to grace me with your presence?" Severus asked, calmly.
"Can't a former student visit her favorite professor?" Dr. Wooldridge asked with fake innocence. Severus narrowed his eyes. Dr. Wooldridge gave a throaty laugh, before explaining. "I'm here on a business proposition, actually."
"Between whom?" Severus lowered the flame from below the cauldron, before turning his full attention to her.
"The money will come from the Ministry of Magic." Dr. Wooldridge replied. "I will be in charge of all aspects of the contract, including how much you get paid per potion."
"What sort of potion?" Draco asked, walking toward them.
"Anti-Nausea Potion, to be exact." Dr. Wooldridge gave him an amused look. "It appears one of the side effects of male pregnancy is an increase of vomiting. It's much more difficult for a man to keep a meal down him than it is for a woman. Naturally, this is because of the hormonal changes. While a woman undergoes enough change to help the pregnancy along, a man must undergo enough of a change for his body to withstand the entire experiment."
"So, it's only for men?" Draco questioned, trying to not feel nervous.
"Yes." Dr. Wooldridge replied. She turned back to Severus. "I was hoping you could create the potion to focus only on the hormone driven nausea, particularly in men."
"That shouldn't be too difficult." Severus commented, his eyes looking far away as it often did when he was wracking his brain for potion information. Dr. Wooldridge watched him with near awe in her eyes. Draco, for a brief moment, was rather disappointed in her. She was normally such a headstrong type of person. Then, Draco realized why she was the way she was. It was because she had fashioned herself after Severus Snape, who she probably idolized as a student, and probably still did. That was a scary notion.
"If you agree, I could have the contracts written up and sent to you the moment I get back to my office." Dr. Wooldridge informed him. "You'll receive a fifty percent advance per potion, the rest after the potion is delivered. We expect to need around five thousand vials for the first month."
"There is only one problem." Severus noted. "I only have one assistant. Each potion will need personal attention, I refuse to allow anything less."
"I figured you would." Dr. Wooldridge smiled, slightly. "Sadly, I will not be able to offer you help. This is why I insisted a fifty percent advance. The Ministry wished to just give you a mere ten percent of the final price. Hopefully, fifty percent will allow you to hire some assistants... Or, perhaps, you could create a new project for your NEWT students?"
"Hmm, that particular idea does have merit." Severus commented, his eyes narrowing. "I suppose I could turn it into some sort of... Potion creation with speed but efficiency drill." Severus chuckled rather evilly. "I do love making my students sweat."
"It's what you're best at, aside from potion making." Dr. Wooldridge said, before turning toward Draco. "As for you... I'm not certain how much longer you are going to be able to tolerate the potion fumes, once a pregnancy actually takes hold. Have you and Ron tried conception yet?"
"Once." Draco admitted, ignoring the look Severus gave him.
"Indeed." Dr. Wooldridge looked at him speculatively. "Feel free to try again. It doesn't always work on the first try, though there have been successes."
"I'll keep that in mind." Draco muttered, turning back to his flobberworms.
He ignored the rest of Dr. Wooldridge and Severus' conversation, thankful when his doctor finally left them in peace. Draco spent the next two hours finishing off the flobberworms, before turning to their newest deviation of the Wolfsbane potion. He glanced over at Severus, who was hunched over his notes. His mentor had returned to complaining about Remus, though not as loudly as before.
Holding back a yawn, Draco tried to ignore the sudden wash of sleepiness that attacked him. Rubbing slightly at his temples, Draco closed his eyes and listened to the comforting sounds of liquid boiling over a fire. He didn't hear the door open once more, but he did catch Severus' cursing under his breath.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Severus demanded, causing Draco to look over. Ron stood at the doorway, a smudge of black oil across one cheek, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top. Draco tried to not drool as Ron walked over to him, ignoring Severus.
"Hey." Ron smiled, brightly.
"Hey, yourself." Draco replied, before narrowing his eyes. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Err, yeah, but Mr. Rockton kind of kicked me out of the office." Ron said, sheepishly. Draco raised an eyebrow and waited for his husband to continue. "Well, okay, he said that I was driving him up the bloody wall. I didn't mean to, I've just been filled will all this energy all day. I don't know what my problem is."
"Hmm, fascinating." Draco crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. "And what, do tell, am I suppose to do about this?"
"Well, I thought you could... You know, go on your break." Ron grinned devilishly at him. Draco felt the skin behind his ears start to heat up and quickly looked away in order to keep himself from blushing.
"Bastard." Draco hissed at him. Ron chuckled. Clearing his throat, Draco turned to Severus. "I'm taking a breather."
"Very well." Severus said, glaring at them. Ron waved at him cheerfully as Draco dragged him into Severus' office, shutting the door softly behind them. Draco could hear Severus growling something rude, before the door cut him off.
"This is really isn't--" Draco was cut off as Ron's lips attacked his own.
His back hit the wall with a solid thump, Ron's arms wrapping around his waist and hoisting him up. Automatically, his legs wrapped themselves around Ron's waist, groaning as Ron's tongue invaded his mouth. Draco let his head fall back, hitting the wall with a thump. Ron's mouth slid down his chin, until it reach his Adam’s apple, where he began to suck at the skin. Draco shivered, one hand clawing at Ron's shoulder, the other threading through his red hair.
"Oh, bloody hell, what do you want?" Severus' voice could be heard through the closed door. Draco bit down on his lip, ears pricking up.
"Ron, shush, stop." Draco hissed softly.
"What? Why?" Ron whined, though he kept his voice as the same low level as Draco's.
"Someone's here." Draco replied, releasing his legs' hold on Ron's waist and dropping to the floor. He kept his hands on Ron's shoulder, leaning against the wall and listening hard.
"Oh, come on--" Ron started. Draco hushed him. With a slight sigh, Ron rested his forehead against Draco's shoulder and listened in on the conversation in the other room.
"--just thought I'd drop by." Remus Lupin's voice was low and deep. It reminded Draco of Ron's voice, when his husband was trying his hardest to get what he wanted. Draco fought down a snicker.
"How lovely." Severus' voice was dry and bitter.
"What are you doing for lunch today?" Remus asked, sounding casual.
"I was going to attempt to avoid all human contact, but as you can see my plan has dramatically failed." Draco felt Ron shake against him, trying to not laugh. "Is there anything in particular you wanted, or are you just here to bother me?"
"Well, I do love a good bother." Remus' voice was playful and his grin could be heard in his words. Someone mumbled something too low for them to hear, then Remus spoke again. "I really don't think that's necessary, Severus. I was just hoping to find out if you'd made any progress."
"Progress." Severus repeated. Draco could tell it was his way of being difficult.
"Yes, indeed." Remus agreed, cheerfully.
"I suppose you mean on that potion I slave over monthly for you." Severus stated, his voice dry. A chuckle was heard. "We're still cataloging all of the counter agents. It will be a couple of months, at best, before we can come up with even one idea to add a little... Flavor. After all, I do have other obligations."
"I'm certain you do." Remus replied, his voice light and happy. Draco could just picture the look of pure annoyance on Severus' face. "Perhaps, Severus, you wouldn't mind taking a break?"
"And why would I want to do that?" Severus asked.
"I was hoping you would join me for lunch, of course. Do pay attention, Severus." Remus replied, his voice still perky. Draco felt Ron's chest vibrate against him as he held back a chuckle.
"I'm afraid--" Severus started.
"I heard Dumbledore speaking with Minerva on my way down." Remus interrupted. "He was planning on asking you to join them for a quick bite to eat. If you would prefer to eat with your co-workers, I would completely understand." Oh, Remus was good. Draco grinned. "After all, a lunch without lemon drops would be quite the horror."
"Fine." Severus growled. Severus couldn’t stand eating lunch with his fellow professors, a fact that Draco found highly amusing. "Where is it you plan on going, just for the sake of curiosity?"
"There is a new cafe in Hogsmeade." Remus replied. "It's a rather cozy place, if I do say so myself. They have excellent soup."
"Let me grab my coat." Severus said, his voice strained. Ron didn't bother to move away from his husband as Severus pushed open the office door. Severus stared at them a moment, before let out a disgusted sound. "Time to call the house elves to sanitize the walls, I see."
"Have fun on your date, Snape." Ron said, with a bright smile. Severus glared, before grabbing his coat and storming back into the laboratory.
"Did I hear voices?" Remus asked.
"No." Severus snapped.
"Ah, very well." The sound of the door opening reached their ears. "It's a lovely day for a walk, isn't it?"
"A lovely day to poison myself, as well." Was Severus' reply, before the door shut softly.
"Oh, that was bloody brilliant." Ron laughed, stepping away from Draco and opening the office door. Draco followed him, checking on one of the potions and lowering the flame accordingly. Draco leaned against one of the countertops.
"So, what did you really come here for?" Draco asked. Ron walked over to him, slipping his arms around Draco's waist. Draco closed his eyes, feeling another attack of fatigue. He forced it down and rested his forehead against Ron's chest.
"I missed you." Ron whispered.
"We saw each other this morning." Draco commented.
"Well, yeah, but that was a few hours ago." Ron replied, kissing Draco on the top of his head. Draco smiled into his chest. He took a deep breath, allowing the smell of grease, sweat, and Ron to fill his lungs. "I just had an urge to see you, is all."
"I'm glad you came." Draco admitted, lifting his head and giving Ron a kiss on his lips. "Really."
"See?" Ron grinned. "I do considerate things sometimes."
"Hmm, you sure do." Draco smiled.
"What do you say we go home?" Ron asked, softly. "Snape will be fine and Mr. Rockton isn't really expecting me to come back, anyway. We could have a little quality time together, yeah?"
"Why Mr. Weasley, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get into my pants." Draco teased. He turned away from Ron and, pulling out of his embrace, began the process of shutting down the potions mid-boil. "Come on, the more you help me the faster we can get home."
Leaving a short note for Severus, and imagining his mentor's angry curses in reply, Draco grabbed his coat and joined Ron in Severus' office. They took the floo back to their home, immediately falling onto the sofa and curling around one another.
"This is nice." Draco commented.
"Yeah, it is." Ron pulled him into a light kiss, brushing their lips together. Draco wrapped his arms around Ron's shoulders, letting out a soft moan as Ron's tongue slipped into his mouth.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Draco
Minor Pairings: Hermione/Ginny, Seamus/Dean, Percy/Oliver, Harry/various
Rating: R
Summary: In the light of the recent war and certain sexual developments in wizarding youth, the Ministry decides to take the production of wizard offspring into their own hands.
Warning: homosexual lurve, a shocking spread of the homosexual lifestyle, m-preg, and hints of abuse/rape.
Chapter Summary: Severus and Draco have a visitor, and then another. Ron feels frisky.
previous chapters
It appeared, upon the Tuesday of that following week, that Severus had not made any progress with Remus Lupin. The Potions Master was in a terrible mood, muttering things like "rude mutt" and "bloody golden eyed bastard". Draco, being a very intelligent human being, opted to stand in the corner and peel the skin from baby flobberworms.
"Excuse me?" There was a quick knock on the door, causing Severus to look up from his cauldron and glare at the interruption. Draco was shocked, and a little scared, to find Dr. Nyoka Wooldridge standing at the doorway.
"Wooldridge." Severus greeted, hardly looking startled by her appearance. Dr. Wooldridge graced him with a large, snake-like grin. She stepped further into the room, shutting the door before joining Severus next to the cauldron. Their black robes looked nearly identical, which Draco couldn't help but find amusing.
"It's wonderful to see you again, Professor." Dr. Wooldridge replied, sending Severus a smirk.
"Is there a particular reason you have decided to grace me with your presence?" Severus asked, calmly.
"Can't a former student visit her favorite professor?" Dr. Wooldridge asked with fake innocence. Severus narrowed his eyes. Dr. Wooldridge gave a throaty laugh, before explaining. "I'm here on a business proposition, actually."
"Between whom?" Severus lowered the flame from below the cauldron, before turning his full attention to her.
"The money will come from the Ministry of Magic." Dr. Wooldridge replied. "I will be in charge of all aspects of the contract, including how much you get paid per potion."
"What sort of potion?" Draco asked, walking toward them.
"Anti-Nausea Potion, to be exact." Dr. Wooldridge gave him an amused look. "It appears one of the side effects of male pregnancy is an increase of vomiting. It's much more difficult for a man to keep a meal down him than it is for a woman. Naturally, this is because of the hormonal changes. While a woman undergoes enough change to help the pregnancy along, a man must undergo enough of a change for his body to withstand the entire experiment."
"So, it's only for men?" Draco questioned, trying to not feel nervous.
"Yes." Dr. Wooldridge replied. She turned back to Severus. "I was hoping you could create the potion to focus only on the hormone driven nausea, particularly in men."
"That shouldn't be too difficult." Severus commented, his eyes looking far away as it often did when he was wracking his brain for potion information. Dr. Wooldridge watched him with near awe in her eyes. Draco, for a brief moment, was rather disappointed in her. She was normally such a headstrong type of person. Then, Draco realized why she was the way she was. It was because she had fashioned herself after Severus Snape, who she probably idolized as a student, and probably still did. That was a scary notion.
"If you agree, I could have the contracts written up and sent to you the moment I get back to my office." Dr. Wooldridge informed him. "You'll receive a fifty percent advance per potion, the rest after the potion is delivered. We expect to need around five thousand vials for the first month."
"There is only one problem." Severus noted. "I only have one assistant. Each potion will need personal attention, I refuse to allow anything less."
"I figured you would." Dr. Wooldridge smiled, slightly. "Sadly, I will not be able to offer you help. This is why I insisted a fifty percent advance. The Ministry wished to just give you a mere ten percent of the final price. Hopefully, fifty percent will allow you to hire some assistants... Or, perhaps, you could create a new project for your NEWT students?"
"Hmm, that particular idea does have merit." Severus commented, his eyes narrowing. "I suppose I could turn it into some sort of... Potion creation with speed but efficiency drill." Severus chuckled rather evilly. "I do love making my students sweat."
"It's what you're best at, aside from potion making." Dr. Wooldridge said, before turning toward Draco. "As for you... I'm not certain how much longer you are going to be able to tolerate the potion fumes, once a pregnancy actually takes hold. Have you and Ron tried conception yet?"
"Once." Draco admitted, ignoring the look Severus gave him.
"Indeed." Dr. Wooldridge looked at him speculatively. "Feel free to try again. It doesn't always work on the first try, though there have been successes."
"I'll keep that in mind." Draco muttered, turning back to his flobberworms.
He ignored the rest of Dr. Wooldridge and Severus' conversation, thankful when his doctor finally left them in peace. Draco spent the next two hours finishing off the flobberworms, before turning to their newest deviation of the Wolfsbane potion. He glanced over at Severus, who was hunched over his notes. His mentor had returned to complaining about Remus, though not as loudly as before.
Holding back a yawn, Draco tried to ignore the sudden wash of sleepiness that attacked him. Rubbing slightly at his temples, Draco closed his eyes and listened to the comforting sounds of liquid boiling over a fire. He didn't hear the door open once more, but he did catch Severus' cursing under his breath.
"What do you want, Weasley?" Severus demanded, causing Draco to look over. Ron stood at the doorway, a smudge of black oil across one cheek, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top. Draco tried to not drool as Ron walked over to him, ignoring Severus.
"Hey." Ron smiled, brightly.
"Hey, yourself." Draco replied, before narrowing his eyes. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Err, yeah, but Mr. Rockton kind of kicked me out of the office." Ron said, sheepishly. Draco raised an eyebrow and waited for his husband to continue. "Well, okay, he said that I was driving him up the bloody wall. I didn't mean to, I've just been filled will all this energy all day. I don't know what my problem is."
"Hmm, fascinating." Draco crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. "And what, do tell, am I suppose to do about this?"
"Well, I thought you could... You know, go on your break." Ron grinned devilishly at him. Draco felt the skin behind his ears start to heat up and quickly looked away in order to keep himself from blushing.
"Bastard." Draco hissed at him. Ron chuckled. Clearing his throat, Draco turned to Severus. "I'm taking a breather."
"Very well." Severus said, glaring at them. Ron waved at him cheerfully as Draco dragged him into Severus' office, shutting the door softly behind them. Draco could hear Severus growling something rude, before the door cut him off.
"This is really isn't--" Draco was cut off as Ron's lips attacked his own.
His back hit the wall with a solid thump, Ron's arms wrapping around his waist and hoisting him up. Automatically, his legs wrapped themselves around Ron's waist, groaning as Ron's tongue invaded his mouth. Draco let his head fall back, hitting the wall with a thump. Ron's mouth slid down his chin, until it reach his Adam’s apple, where he began to suck at the skin. Draco shivered, one hand clawing at Ron's shoulder, the other threading through his red hair.
"Oh, bloody hell, what do you want?" Severus' voice could be heard through the closed door. Draco bit down on his lip, ears pricking up.
"Ron, shush, stop." Draco hissed softly.
"What? Why?" Ron whined, though he kept his voice as the same low level as Draco's.
"Someone's here." Draco replied, releasing his legs' hold on Ron's waist and dropping to the floor. He kept his hands on Ron's shoulder, leaning against the wall and listening hard.
"Oh, come on--" Ron started. Draco hushed him. With a slight sigh, Ron rested his forehead against Draco's shoulder and listened in on the conversation in the other room.
"--just thought I'd drop by." Remus Lupin's voice was low and deep. It reminded Draco of Ron's voice, when his husband was trying his hardest to get what he wanted. Draco fought down a snicker.
"How lovely." Severus' voice was dry and bitter.
"What are you doing for lunch today?" Remus asked, sounding casual.
"I was going to attempt to avoid all human contact, but as you can see my plan has dramatically failed." Draco felt Ron shake against him, trying to not laugh. "Is there anything in particular you wanted, or are you just here to bother me?"
"Well, I do love a good bother." Remus' voice was playful and his grin could be heard in his words. Someone mumbled something too low for them to hear, then Remus spoke again. "I really don't think that's necessary, Severus. I was just hoping to find out if you'd made any progress."
"Progress." Severus repeated. Draco could tell it was his way of being difficult.
"Yes, indeed." Remus agreed, cheerfully.
"I suppose you mean on that potion I slave over monthly for you." Severus stated, his voice dry. A chuckle was heard. "We're still cataloging all of the counter agents. It will be a couple of months, at best, before we can come up with even one idea to add a little... Flavor. After all, I do have other obligations."
"I'm certain you do." Remus replied, his voice light and happy. Draco could just picture the look of pure annoyance on Severus' face. "Perhaps, Severus, you wouldn't mind taking a break?"
"And why would I want to do that?" Severus asked.
"I was hoping you would join me for lunch, of course. Do pay attention, Severus." Remus replied, his voice still perky. Draco felt Ron's chest vibrate against him as he held back a chuckle.
"I'm afraid--" Severus started.
"I heard Dumbledore speaking with Minerva on my way down." Remus interrupted. "He was planning on asking you to join them for a quick bite to eat. If you would prefer to eat with your co-workers, I would completely understand." Oh, Remus was good. Draco grinned. "After all, a lunch without lemon drops would be quite the horror."
"Fine." Severus growled. Severus couldn’t stand eating lunch with his fellow professors, a fact that Draco found highly amusing. "Where is it you plan on going, just for the sake of curiosity?"
"There is a new cafe in Hogsmeade." Remus replied. "It's a rather cozy place, if I do say so myself. They have excellent soup."
"Let me grab my coat." Severus said, his voice strained. Ron didn't bother to move away from his husband as Severus pushed open the office door. Severus stared at them a moment, before let out a disgusted sound. "Time to call the house elves to sanitize the walls, I see."
"Have fun on your date, Snape." Ron said, with a bright smile. Severus glared, before grabbing his coat and storming back into the laboratory.
"Did I hear voices?" Remus asked.
"No." Severus snapped.
"Ah, very well." The sound of the door opening reached their ears. "It's a lovely day for a walk, isn't it?"
"A lovely day to poison myself, as well." Was Severus' reply, before the door shut softly.
"Oh, that was bloody brilliant." Ron laughed, stepping away from Draco and opening the office door. Draco followed him, checking on one of the potions and lowering the flame accordingly. Draco leaned against one of the countertops.
"So, what did you really come here for?" Draco asked. Ron walked over to him, slipping his arms around Draco's waist. Draco closed his eyes, feeling another attack of fatigue. He forced it down and rested his forehead against Ron's chest.
"I missed you." Ron whispered.
"We saw each other this morning." Draco commented.
"Well, yeah, but that was a few hours ago." Ron replied, kissing Draco on the top of his head. Draco smiled into his chest. He took a deep breath, allowing the smell of grease, sweat, and Ron to fill his lungs. "I just had an urge to see you, is all."
"I'm glad you came." Draco admitted, lifting his head and giving Ron a kiss on his lips. "Really."
"See?" Ron grinned. "I do considerate things sometimes."
"Hmm, you sure do." Draco smiled.
"What do you say we go home?" Ron asked, softly. "Snape will be fine and Mr. Rockton isn't really expecting me to come back, anyway. We could have a little quality time together, yeah?"
"Why Mr. Weasley, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get into my pants." Draco teased. He turned away from Ron and, pulling out of his embrace, began the process of shutting down the potions mid-boil. "Come on, the more you help me the faster we can get home."
Leaving a short note for Severus, and imagining his mentor's angry curses in reply, Draco grabbed his coat and joined Ron in Severus' office. They took the floo back to their home, immediately falling onto the sofa and curling around one another.
"This is nice." Draco commented.
"Yeah, it is." Ron pulled him into a light kiss, brushing their lips together. Draco wrapped his arms around Ron's shoulders, letting out a soft moan as Ron's tongue slipped into his mouth.