[Fic:] Not a change, just an Not a Change, just an Adjustment Chapter 31
Title: Chapter 31 Morning Surprise
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.248
Notes:
find part one lj, dw
as usual all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, who is sticking with me through the good, the bad, the exasperated and everything else
used for
hp_bunintheovenJuly 2020 prompt 2: Pregnancy potions
Summary: After yesterday, he would prefer a relaxing day, but it was not meant to be.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 31 Morning Surprise
"Good morning," Severus greeted him while he got dressed. "We were informed to expect your Mother here in about fifteen minutes. The elves already are unpacking her luggage."
"Fuck!"
Severus turned around with a raised eyebrow. "We did that, pet, last night, and most of the afternoon. Now it is time to have breakfast and apparently face your mother."
"You are not amusing, or even remotely funny. Why did she come here? I thought she would write, or maybe floo call, I am not ready to have her here."
At that Severus halted. "I was under the impression that you like your mother."
"Well yes, she is my mother. Of course I like her. But do you have any idea what she is like? No, of course you don’t. Let me tell you on a Draco-drama-scale-"
"A Draco- drama-scale? Is that how we are measuring drama these days? What happened to the ancient scales? The Medusa one, or if you like something more northern, the Ragnarok?"
Blaise fought his smile. "You are not all that entertaining."
"Oh, I think I am doing a decent job, given who I am, and what I am known for. So, on this new Draco-related drama-scale, your mother scores what?" Severus asked, continuing to dress.
"She is roughly two Dracos on a Harry is busy and/or ignoring me day," Blaise replied, having trouble fighting his own laughter.
"A high score indeed. Then again, you never witnessed a five-year old Draco who lost his stuffed dragon. I dare say those occasions amount to about five Dracos on a Harry is busy day. So, I count myself reasonably fortified."
Blaise shook his head. "You are not taking this seriously at all, are you? You are perfectly fine with this?"
"Do not presume anything, pet," his Master said and stood up to his full height. "Also, though we were both entertained for a moment, I expect you to calm down and be reasonable this instant. This was an expected outcome."
Seeing the physical changes, but also hearing the soothing tone of his Master's voice made Blaise’s panic subside. It was also reassuring that, while he might have not been able to foresee his mother's next movement, his Master did. It made the moment less scary, knowing that his Master was prepared.
"You might be right in your estimate that I am not that well acquainted with your mother. There is also no doubt that you and your mother have a good and comfortably close relationship. Furthermore, though your mother has her own way of showing it, nobody would ever doubt her love for you. Considering those facts, it is realistic to expect her to come back to what essentially is still her estate, after your second letter to her letting her know that you moved back in here, as well as allowing me to move in with you. Especially after the first letter, when you informed her that you were pregnant. My guess is that she thought your first letter to be a joke."
Blaise sighed, before sitting down on the bed again. "No wonder you were such a good spy. You gathered all that from the few times you met her and my accounts of her."
He had also to agree that this was a very plausible explanation. And, in hindsight, he should have expected her visit much sooner, especially with moving into this house.
"Come now, we shall go and greet her. When was the last time you saw your mother?"
"You know, just because I like her does not mean I like to be around her. My mother can be quite the demanding personality," Blaise said, looking up at Severus.
Severus raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe a family trait."
"You are such a bastard sometimes," Blaise huffed.
"I am a bastard generally. You should be well aware of that by now."
"Normally, you being a bastard is something I enjoy. Right now it is just..."
"I promise you, boy, everything will be all right for the duration of your mother’s visit."
"Have you considered the possibility of her staying here permanently?" Blaise asked, because right now that was his biggest fear.
"So far there is no indication of that," Severus answered.
Blaise stared at him in disbelief. "You are aware that my mother is a rather fickle person, right? I mean thirty-something husband should be an indication of that."
"Hmmm... maybe another family trait."
Blaise was contemplating kicking Severus in the shin out of sheer frustration over his amusement. Only the knowledge that he would really not live that one down, now or ever and in any context, kept him seated.
"I also do not need to worry about that, because I know quite a few potions, hexes and charms for symptoms of various sicknesses demanding an immediate climate change."
Blaise snorted in a most undignified way.
"Bastard."
"I do not hear any complains."
Severus came up to Blaise, moving his fingers through Blaise's hair.
"There will never be any," Blaise replied, leaning into the calming touch.
He did not need to look up to see the grin on Severus’ lips. "Then we understand each other, boy. Now let's go and greet your mother."
However as Blaise was about to pass by Severus to leave his rooms, Severus caught him by his elbow.
"And pet, we will talk about last night, as I sense quite the need to talk about it."
"Bastard." Blaise repeated himself, only this time it did not sound remotely amused, but with a hint of dread.
The way he spoke more than the comment itself earned him a sharp clap against his arse.
"There is cheek, and then there is insolence. Though I will sometimes be amused by the first, I will never tolerate the latter. Do not forget that, boy," Severus commented, every bit the Master he was.
For a moment Blaise stared at his Master in confusion. It took a while, before he finally understood. He nodded once. There was a line, Blaise knew that, and he walked the line rather well. But they had never lived together; they were not used to this situation. And his Master understood that there will be some difficulties they have to get through. And so did he.
Understanding, however, didn’t mean that he had to like it.
As they came closer to the winter garden, Blaise noticed himself that his steps got slower and slower. But he could not stop it. He didn’t want to face his mother. He didn’t want for Severus to face his mother. His two most complicated relationships were about to encounter each other, for the first time, with a reasonable understanding what they both meant to him.
He highly doubted that Severus could even understand what his relationship to his mother was. Not only due to the relationship to his own mother, but also because Blaise himself was not sure about it.
And at the same time, he was certainly not about to explain the finer details of his relationship with Severus to his mother.
It should turn out well, they were reasonable adults after all. But somehow Blaise had a feeling that this would be a meeting none of them were prepared for. He just hoped that his potent pregnancy-helping potions he had downed before he stepped out of his bathroom would be as potent as advertised. Because otherwise he feared that his breakfast would be even more unpleasant than he already feared.
Chapter 32:on DW || on LJ This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/280266.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.248
Notes:
find part one lj, dw
as usual all the thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for the beta, who is sticking with me through the good, the bad, the exasperated and everything else
used for
hp_bunintheovenJuly 2020 prompt 2: Pregnancy potions
Summary: After yesterday, he would prefer a relaxing day, but it was not meant to be.
Warnings: fluff, flangst, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC, heavy future angst planned
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 31 Morning Surprise
"Good morning," Severus greeted him while he got dressed. "We were informed to expect your Mother here in about fifteen minutes. The elves already are unpacking her luggage."
"Fuck!"
Severus turned around with a raised eyebrow. "We did that, pet, last night, and most of the afternoon. Now it is time to have breakfast and apparently face your mother."
"You are not amusing, or even remotely funny. Why did she come here? I thought she would write, or maybe floo call, I am not ready to have her here."
At that Severus halted. "I was under the impression that you like your mother."
"Well yes, she is my mother. Of course I like her. But do you have any idea what she is like? No, of course you don’t. Let me tell you on a Draco-drama-scale-"
"A Draco- drama-scale? Is that how we are measuring drama these days? What happened to the ancient scales? The Medusa one, or if you like something more northern, the Ragnarok?"
Blaise fought his smile. "You are not all that entertaining."
"Oh, I think I am doing a decent job, given who I am, and what I am known for. So, on this new Draco-related drama-scale, your mother scores what?" Severus asked, continuing to dress.
"She is roughly two Dracos on a Harry is busy and/or ignoring me day," Blaise replied, having trouble fighting his own laughter.
"A high score indeed. Then again, you never witnessed a five-year old Draco who lost his stuffed dragon. I dare say those occasions amount to about five Dracos on a Harry is busy day. So, I count myself reasonably fortified."
Blaise shook his head. "You are not taking this seriously at all, are you? You are perfectly fine with this?"
"Do not presume anything, pet," his Master said and stood up to his full height. "Also, though we were both entertained for a moment, I expect you to calm down and be reasonable this instant. This was an expected outcome."
Seeing the physical changes, but also hearing the soothing tone of his Master's voice made Blaise’s panic subside. It was also reassuring that, while he might have not been able to foresee his mother's next movement, his Master did. It made the moment less scary, knowing that his Master was prepared.
"You might be right in your estimate that I am not that well acquainted with your mother. There is also no doubt that you and your mother have a good and comfortably close relationship. Furthermore, though your mother has her own way of showing it, nobody would ever doubt her love for you. Considering those facts, it is realistic to expect her to come back to what essentially is still her estate, after your second letter to her letting her know that you moved back in here, as well as allowing me to move in with you. Especially after the first letter, when you informed her that you were pregnant. My guess is that she thought your first letter to be a joke."
Blaise sighed, before sitting down on the bed again. "No wonder you were such a good spy. You gathered all that from the few times you met her and my accounts of her."
He had also to agree that this was a very plausible explanation. And, in hindsight, he should have expected her visit much sooner, especially with moving into this house.
"Come now, we shall go and greet her. When was the last time you saw your mother?"
"You know, just because I like her does not mean I like to be around her. My mother can be quite the demanding personality," Blaise said, looking up at Severus.
Severus raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe a family trait."
"You are such a bastard sometimes," Blaise huffed.
"I am a bastard generally. You should be well aware of that by now."
"Normally, you being a bastard is something I enjoy. Right now it is just..."
"I promise you, boy, everything will be all right for the duration of your mother’s visit."
"Have you considered the possibility of her staying here permanently?" Blaise asked, because right now that was his biggest fear.
"So far there is no indication of that," Severus answered.
Blaise stared at him in disbelief. "You are aware that my mother is a rather fickle person, right? I mean thirty-something husband should be an indication of that."
"Hmmm... maybe another family trait."
Blaise was contemplating kicking Severus in the shin out of sheer frustration over his amusement. Only the knowledge that he would really not live that one down, now or ever and in any context, kept him seated.
"I also do not need to worry about that, because I know quite a few potions, hexes and charms for symptoms of various sicknesses demanding an immediate climate change."
Blaise snorted in a most undignified way.
"Bastard."
"I do not hear any complains."
Severus came up to Blaise, moving his fingers through Blaise's hair.
"There will never be any," Blaise replied, leaning into the calming touch.
He did not need to look up to see the grin on Severus’ lips. "Then we understand each other, boy. Now let's go and greet your mother."
However as Blaise was about to pass by Severus to leave his rooms, Severus caught him by his elbow.
"And pet, we will talk about last night, as I sense quite the need to talk about it."
"Bastard." Blaise repeated himself, only this time it did not sound remotely amused, but with a hint of dread.
The way he spoke more than the comment itself earned him a sharp clap against his arse.
"There is cheek, and then there is insolence. Though I will sometimes be amused by the first, I will never tolerate the latter. Do not forget that, boy," Severus commented, every bit the Master he was.
For a moment Blaise stared at his Master in confusion. It took a while, before he finally understood. He nodded once. There was a line, Blaise knew that, and he walked the line rather well. But they had never lived together; they were not used to this situation. And his Master understood that there will be some difficulties they have to get through. And so did he.
Understanding, however, didn’t mean that he had to like it.
As they came closer to the winter garden, Blaise noticed himself that his steps got slower and slower. But he could not stop it. He didn’t want to face his mother. He didn’t want for Severus to face his mother. His two most complicated relationships were about to encounter each other, for the first time, with a reasonable understanding what they both meant to him.
He highly doubted that Severus could even understand what his relationship to his mother was. Not only due to the relationship to his own mother, but also because Blaise himself was not sure about it.
And at the same time, he was certainly not about to explain the finer details of his relationship with Severus to his mother.
It should turn out well, they were reasonable adults after all. But somehow Blaise had a feeling that this would be a meeting none of them were prepared for. He just hoped that his potent pregnancy-helping potions he had downed before he stepped out of his bathroom would be as potent as advertised. Because otherwise he feared that his breakfast would be even more unpleasant than he already feared.
Chapter 32:on DW || on LJ This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/280266.html comments will be seen sooner over at @lj