There seems to be a misunderstanding.

[schmexy_glare]

You say surrogate. I say, it leads to sex.

You say artificial. I say, it leads to sex.

You say, babies. I say, babies obviously didn't hamper Arthur and Molly's sex lives.

Vote for surrogate tales.

I am all about the donation of life force.

Detention, Miss Granger!

(Wait, did I say that part out loud?)

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[pernicious_poet]

Why, professor, do you have some joyful news to soon be sharing with the world?

[schmexy_glare]

I might have felt the pernicious nosings around of a certain fanfic writer who is prodding into my private affairs in an effort to write some tale or other involving surrogacy. After pondering said situation...

I have concluded with no small bit of anticipation that anything that leads to hawt schmexxors with that bushy-haired know-it-all woman is--by definition--an adequate enterprise.

I approve, and would like to participate in more of the same.

For the sake of art.

[bossiest_boots]

*taps boots

Severus.

Severus!

I'm waiting.

I brought the chocolate mousse just like you asked...

[schmexy_glare]

I never said I didn't like food, you insufferable woman. Everything in its place.

Us. Now. On the floor.

[bossiest_boots]

*licks chocolate from fingers

*slowly

Anytime, Severus.

*looks around...

Severus, what are all these people doing here?

*closes dungeon door

[dickgloucester]

Scmexy, you devious git, it's lovely to see you.

[schmexy_glare]

I hear you returned to Jolly Old.

If you make it up to Scotland drop by and see us. Give us fair warning so that we have time to pull on something more...appropriate for guests.

[bossiest_boots]

My plans are to be clad only in stiletto boots and matching negligees. For when it's cold.

She'd better give us plenty of notice before she arrives. In the spring.

*goes to get more mousse

That's not on too tightly, is it Severus?

*snickers

[pernicious_poet]

You know, people can just see this filth out in the open. I do hope children won't be wandering by any time soon.

Speaking of, Miss Granger, when are you due, dear? Care to give an exclusive? *smiles sweetly*