Title: Baby, Oh Baby! (01)
Author name: Enchantress101
Author email: email@example.com
Sub Category: Humor
Keywords: Slash MPreg Severus/Harry
Summary: Harry desperately wants a baby, and, like they say, where there's a will there's a way! What happens when he asks Severus Snape to be his you-know-what donor? WARNING: Slash of the SS/HP kind, Mpreg
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: I've noticed the lack of SS/HP fiction on this site, and decided to post my fic here. Don't worry, everyone's legal and all!
If you read, then please review. Comments are wonderful . . .
*~* Baby, Oh, Baby! *~*
"I want to have a baby."
Silence reigned supreme over the room as the six words left Harry´s mouth. He shifted nervously in his chair and hesitantly met the startled gazes of his two best friends. Okay . . . Maybe that wasn't the best way to start the conversation . . .
Hermione sat a mug of steaming hot coffee before her husband of one year, Ron Weasley, with a loud clank, causing the dark liquid to slosh over the rim. Ron didn't seem to notice as the spilled coffee ran down the table and into his lap. No, he was too busy struggling to regain the ability to speak.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence Ron cleared his throat. "E-excuse me? What was that? I don't think I heard you correctly."
"I said, I want to have a baby," he repeated as steadily as he could.
Hermione and Ron shared a glance, and Hermione's hand slid unconsciously to her own stomach which was a little rounder than usual. Harry recognized what was in the shared look and crossed his arms over is chest, pinning a glare on them.
Harry would admit that he was a bit jealous of the loving relationship between Ron and Hermione and wanted something like that for himself. He'd dated a little, but was unable to find that special person. "There's no reason to feel sorry for me, okay? I-"
"No, no, that's great!" said Hermione, kicking Ron's leg underneath the table. He just glared. "I think adoption is a wonderful id-"
"I never said anything about adoption."
Hermione blinked. "Oh . . ."
Ron snorted and sipped at his coffee. "I hate to be the one to break it to ya, Harry, but babies don't exactly grow on trees, you know. You've got to have a woman to do the other part, and, the last time I checked, you weren't exactly into females."
So Harry was gay, and had been for a while. It didn't bother any of his friends, probably because they'd gotten used to seeing Seamus and Dean sucking on each others faces all over the Gryffindor common room. He'd `come out' in his seventh year, shortly before Voldemort's defeat, and the news spread through the Hogwarts Houses like a wildfire, sparked by Lavender Brown's wagging tongue. This, for a reason unfathomable by Harry, did not put a stopper on his `popularity rating'. Everyone still wanted to be his friend, girls still flirted with him (because he looked so `cute' when he blushed, according to Padma), Colin and Ginny still recruited members for their `soon-to-be-official' Harry Potter Fan Club, Malfoy was still and annoying git, so forth and so on.
When word spread to the general public (how it got there, no one knew), Fred and George Weasley's `Lightning Bolt Line of Harry Potter Candies', dedicated to Harry in thanks for the money, out sold Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that year, making the twins filthy rich.
Harry guessed that the wizarding world worked in mysterious ways . . . or was probably more open minded that the Muggle world.
"I'm not," said Harry. "But after some research, I discovered a recently developed technique that allows same-sex couples to become pregnant. I've spoken to a doctor, and the process sounds relatively simple."
Ron frowned. "Are you SURE about this Harry? There's no need to rush into fatherhood. You're only twenty one years old."
Well, he certainly didn't feel that young, not after everything he'd been through. Harry sighed. "You wouldn't understand, Ron. You and Hermione have always been a part of a loving family and now I want that for myself." I want to be able to give this child everything I never had when I was growing up.
Hermione smiled supportively as she hovered over the back of Ron's chair. "Does that mean you've met someone special? When can we meet him?"
"Er . . ." Now THIS would be the hard part. "Not exactly. I've been looking into some sperm donors-" Harry rolled his eyes as Ron faked several coughs and gave him a look that said `grow up'. Ron grinned sheepishly. "Like I was saying, I looked into some sperm donors, but . . . that didn't interest me. I'd like to at least know the guy."
Ron suddenly looked a little uncomfortable and said, "Hey, don't look at me."
Hermione slapped him on the back of the head. "Don't be an idiot, Ron! Really, this is serious."
"Well, so was I!" he cried.
"Just . . . don't speak anymore, okay? Drink your coffee like a good little boy . . . that's it, just like that," muttered Hermione as Ron returned his attention to his mug. "Now, did you have anyone in mind?"
"Well . . . ah . . . Hermione, you better sit down for this," said Harry nervously. He waited until she'd sat before continuing. "You see, guys . . . I was thinking about someone . . . I'd really like to have him be the father of my child . . ." He winced. That sounded a little strange, considering who he was talking about . . . "I just don't know if he'd agree . . . And I'm not sure how I'd ask him . . ."
"Stop stalling, Harry," ordered Hermione. "Just tell us who he is already!"
" . . . Professor Snape."