[Fic:]Chapter 3 Things are getting real
Title: Chapter 3 Things are getting real
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating:PG-13
Word Count : 1.535
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
also many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for all the grand support and beta reading she did for me *hugs*!
used for
hp_bunintheoven november prompt 2: rain
Summary: It's just a normal breakfast. But with his circumstances nothing is normal anymore.
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, hints of D/s-relationship
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 3 Things are getting real
Pulling the dressing gown closer around himself, Blaise sat down at Severus’ small, dark wood table.
“Well then, hit me,” he said watching Severus preparing the tea for the both of them.
With a sly grin Severus turned around, eyebrow raised. “For that we wouldn’t have had to leave the bedroom. Though, I remember you not being averse to counters.”
A slow groan worked itself out of Blaise’s lips and he had to take a deep breath: “Later, please.”
The spark of excitement but also need, that had ignited at the mere mention must have been visible, because after Severus had stepped closer, he moved his fingers through Blaise’s hair in lieu of a promise. Blaise cleared his throat and closed his eyes, pushing his own want down.
“I most likely needed those potions you brewed most likely weeks ago. They should do wonders for my mood-swings and this whole pregnancy ordeal,” he tried to joke and keep the mood light-hearted.
A playful Severus usually lead to very, very satisfying sex. And after all, when they had a fight, make-up sex was one of the perks of fighting things out. They were both Slytherin enough to know this.
“Right,” Severus said, stepping closer once more. “Later.”
Blaise moaned into the hard kiss. Severus' tongue played with his in the most sensual way. Blaise felt it down to his toes. His senses were flooded with Severus’ taste, his smell and the warm radiating through his shirt. Oh, this kiss felt awfully good, and he suddenly had troubles remembering why they hadn’t kissed this way in so long. He just wanted more. Merlin, when had been the last time that they had managed some quality time? Never mind, he would just enjoy it now-
“Later,” Severus repeated after he broke the kiss.
Blaise blinked slowly up at him. “What?”
“Potions first, and maybe if you can stomach it, something to eat,” Severus answered, sounding absolutely unaffected.
But Blaise knew Severus, and Severus had absolute control over his voice. Not so much over his eyes, if there was no immediate danger around. And so, he noticed the glance Severus threw him. A glance that said more than his words ever would.
Blaise fought his grin the best he could, but it was a losing game. With a purr in his own voice he replied. “Right, potions first. Nothing surprising there, Professor.”
Severus just stared at him, ever so slowly lifting an eyebrow.
It was such a sexy gesture that Blaise's lips went dry.
“If you behave like a prat, pet, I will treat you like one.”
The voice was slow and seductive and Blaise felt a shiver working its way down his spine, heat pooling in his stomach want in his mind.
“Potions first, pet. And you will need food,” Severus repeated, his fingers brushing Blaise’s neck.
Nodding, Blaise tried to get his mind out of the gutter, while a soft tingle worked its way through him.
Severus then proceeded to first put down a cup of steaming tea and a plate of biscuits in front of Blaise. Then he followed that up by four small potion bottles.
“Four? Already? Damn, by the time this will be done I will be up to how many?” he asked slightly alarmed. He was aware that this was real, but so far that knowledge- that this was real, that there was something growing in him- had not yet fully settled in.
“The blue one is an option when you have trouble falling asleep. Dreamless Sleep, like most of the other sleeping potions contains ingredients from the Valeriana family. Plants which do not react to some of the ingredients in the other potions. Which leads us to the bright orange one, with the grey specs-”
“-is a vitamin potion based on fruits instead of herbs,” Blaise finished with an eye roll. He was by no means a potion master, but like every decent wizard he was able to brew and identify the most common potions.
“Indeed, so it will be easier on you, since the pink one is the most important potion for the foreseeable future: a magic replenishing potion for male pregnancies. Not only will it help the child, but it will also help you maintain a safe level of magic during this period. It reacts in a rather volatile way to most of the herbs. In the beginning we will need to figure out a schedule. I think every four days. A week might already be too long. However, if you feel a drain before the fourth day you will tell me,” Severus answered first sounding rather pleased, but with a definite order at the end.
“If I feel drained before the fourth day I will tell you. What about the dosage?”
“The sleeping potion is measured in its specific flask: you will take one flask when you need it. One quarter of the vitamin potion every other day at the end of a healthy meal, I would suggest lunch. And for the beginning four drops of the pregnancy potion. It does not matter exactly when you take it, but once you choose a time, you will have to take the following dosages at roughly the same time. The light red one is an anti-nausea potion. You are not allowed to take it on the same day as the pregnancy potion or the sleeping potion.”
“So I either sleep or be nauseous? That is reassuring.” Blaise took the potion and looked at it. “Let me guess some snake or other gave its lovely venom for it? What is up with that though? Why does venom kill the nausea? I mean a simple hangover potion has four different kinds of venom in it.”
Severus stared at him for a long moment before he answered. “There are different theories, the most accepted one is that the venom ‘kills’ the nausea. Some other masters- and I find myself among those- doubt that, however because the rest of the ingredients are not to keep you from getting poisoned, but for raising the body temperature. If you think about the effect of the most common hangover potion, you feel worse, then a wave of heat works its way through you, and then with the fading heat you start to feel better. So it is logical to assume that the potion makes you sicker than before, then the venom mixes with the substance that makes you ill in the first place and are then both burned off. This explanation also considers why too much of a nausea potion of any sort can make you sick again.”
“Seems to make sense. Thanks for explaining.” Blaise took a sip from his tea cup. “So four drops of the pink one now?” Blaise sighed before he making a decisive move with his wand, which conjured his leather bound magical notebook. A present from Severus a few years ago.
It was a very clever object of magic, not only able to remind Blaise when he needed to be where, and reminding him of things he was about to forget, but it would never run out of pages and could be summoned. Blaise had been surprised by the thoughtfulness of the book and still was happy about having been gifted with it.
“You can also note down your next healers appointment Tuesday in two weeks. Also if it is convenient for you, you might join me to dinner with the Malfoys this Saturday,” Severus stated calmly, taking a sip of his own tea.
“That is a lot of healer appointments. Can’t we get somebody else? That over excited heathen at St Mungo’s is... well, overexcited and a heathen,” Blaise sighed while noting the appointment down, nonetheless.
He was aware that he should say something about meeting the Malfoys but that wasn’t so easy.
“I agree, that is why we will be meeting healer Septimus Montgomery in Berwick Saint John. According to Narcissa, he is one of the best, coming from a long line of healers, and thoroughly vetted.”
It was on Blaise to raise his eyebrow this time.
“You already spoke to Mrs Malfoy? Not that I mind, any healer she recommends must be good at what he does,” he said while taking his spoon and piping his drops on it.
“I enquired after a healer. As she was in a hurry for an outing, she has yet to ask me about my reasons for that enquiry. And if you accompany me to this meal on Saturday, I can prevent the inquisition happening to me at all.”
Blaise grinned at the exasperated look on Severus' face. He could only imagine how such an inquisition with Mrs Malfoy would go, and he would not want to endure it either.
“Sure, this Saturday, dinner at the Malfoys. That will prove to be interesting at least.”
“Interesting is a word for it,” Severus said continuing to sip his tea.
Blaise looked at him, trying to figure out what that meant. However Severus looked neither worried nor annoyed. Blaise looked over to the small kitchen window and watched the rain drops finding and making pathways down it.
So, it would be interesting... whatever that included.
Chapter 4 @lj | @dw
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/89580.html.
Author :
smirkingcat
Rating:PG-13
Word Count : 1.535
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
also many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for all the grand support and beta reading she did for me *hugs*!
used for
hp_bunintheoven november prompt 2: rain
Summary: It's just a normal breakfast. But with his circumstances nothing is normal anymore.
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, hints of D/s-relationship
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 3 Things are getting real
Pulling the dressing gown closer around himself, Blaise sat down at Severus’ small, dark wood table.
“Well then, hit me,” he said watching Severus preparing the tea for the both of them.
With a sly grin Severus turned around, eyebrow raised. “For that we wouldn’t have had to leave the bedroom. Though, I remember you not being averse to counters.”
A slow groan worked itself out of Blaise’s lips and he had to take a deep breath: “Later, please.”
The spark of excitement but also need, that had ignited at the mere mention must have been visible, because after Severus had stepped closer, he moved his fingers through Blaise’s hair in lieu of a promise. Blaise cleared his throat and closed his eyes, pushing his own want down.
“I most likely needed those potions you brewed most likely weeks ago. They should do wonders for my mood-swings and this whole pregnancy ordeal,” he tried to joke and keep the mood light-hearted.
A playful Severus usually lead to very, very satisfying sex. And after all, when they had a fight, make-up sex was one of the perks of fighting things out. They were both Slytherin enough to know this.
“Right,” Severus said, stepping closer once more. “Later.”
Blaise moaned into the hard kiss. Severus' tongue played with his in the most sensual way. Blaise felt it down to his toes. His senses were flooded with Severus’ taste, his smell and the warm radiating through his shirt. Oh, this kiss felt awfully good, and he suddenly had troubles remembering why they hadn’t kissed this way in so long. He just wanted more. Merlin, when had been the last time that they had managed some quality time? Never mind, he would just enjoy it now-
“Later,” Severus repeated after he broke the kiss.
Blaise blinked slowly up at him. “What?”
“Potions first, and maybe if you can stomach it, something to eat,” Severus answered, sounding absolutely unaffected.
But Blaise knew Severus, and Severus had absolute control over his voice. Not so much over his eyes, if there was no immediate danger around. And so, he noticed the glance Severus threw him. A glance that said more than his words ever would.
Blaise fought his grin the best he could, but it was a losing game. With a purr in his own voice he replied. “Right, potions first. Nothing surprising there, Professor.”
Severus just stared at him, ever so slowly lifting an eyebrow.
It was such a sexy gesture that Blaise's lips went dry.
“If you behave like a prat, pet, I will treat you like one.”
The voice was slow and seductive and Blaise felt a shiver working its way down his spine, heat pooling in his stomach want in his mind.
“Potions first, pet. And you will need food,” Severus repeated, his fingers brushing Blaise’s neck.
Nodding, Blaise tried to get his mind out of the gutter, while a soft tingle worked its way through him.
Severus then proceeded to first put down a cup of steaming tea and a plate of biscuits in front of Blaise. Then he followed that up by four small potion bottles.
“Four? Already? Damn, by the time this will be done I will be up to how many?” he asked slightly alarmed. He was aware that this was real, but so far that knowledge- that this was real, that there was something growing in him- had not yet fully settled in.
“The blue one is an option when you have trouble falling asleep. Dreamless Sleep, like most of the other sleeping potions contains ingredients from the Valeriana family. Plants which do not react to some of the ingredients in the other potions. Which leads us to the bright orange one, with the grey specs-”
“-is a vitamin potion based on fruits instead of herbs,” Blaise finished with an eye roll. He was by no means a potion master, but like every decent wizard he was able to brew and identify the most common potions.
“Indeed, so it will be easier on you, since the pink one is the most important potion for the foreseeable future: a magic replenishing potion for male pregnancies. Not only will it help the child, but it will also help you maintain a safe level of magic during this period. It reacts in a rather volatile way to most of the herbs. In the beginning we will need to figure out a schedule. I think every four days. A week might already be too long. However, if you feel a drain before the fourth day you will tell me,” Severus answered first sounding rather pleased, but with a definite order at the end.
“If I feel drained before the fourth day I will tell you. What about the dosage?”
“The sleeping potion is measured in its specific flask: you will take one flask when you need it. One quarter of the vitamin potion every other day at the end of a healthy meal, I would suggest lunch. And for the beginning four drops of the pregnancy potion. It does not matter exactly when you take it, but once you choose a time, you will have to take the following dosages at roughly the same time. The light red one is an anti-nausea potion. You are not allowed to take it on the same day as the pregnancy potion or the sleeping potion.”
“So I either sleep or be nauseous? That is reassuring.” Blaise took the potion and looked at it. “Let me guess some snake or other gave its lovely venom for it? What is up with that though? Why does venom kill the nausea? I mean a simple hangover potion has four different kinds of venom in it.”
Severus stared at him for a long moment before he answered. “There are different theories, the most accepted one is that the venom ‘kills’ the nausea. Some other masters- and I find myself among those- doubt that, however because the rest of the ingredients are not to keep you from getting poisoned, but for raising the body temperature. If you think about the effect of the most common hangover potion, you feel worse, then a wave of heat works its way through you, and then with the fading heat you start to feel better. So it is logical to assume that the potion makes you sicker than before, then the venom mixes with the substance that makes you ill in the first place and are then both burned off. This explanation also considers why too much of a nausea potion of any sort can make you sick again.”
“Seems to make sense. Thanks for explaining.” Blaise took a sip from his tea cup. “So four drops of the pink one now?” Blaise sighed before he making a decisive move with his wand, which conjured his leather bound magical notebook. A present from Severus a few years ago.
It was a very clever object of magic, not only able to remind Blaise when he needed to be where, and reminding him of things he was about to forget, but it would never run out of pages and could be summoned. Blaise had been surprised by the thoughtfulness of the book and still was happy about having been gifted with it.
“You can also note down your next healers appointment Tuesday in two weeks. Also if it is convenient for you, you might join me to dinner with the Malfoys this Saturday,” Severus stated calmly, taking a sip of his own tea.
“That is a lot of healer appointments. Can’t we get somebody else? That over excited heathen at St Mungo’s is... well, overexcited and a heathen,” Blaise sighed while noting the appointment down, nonetheless.
He was aware that he should say something about meeting the Malfoys but that wasn’t so easy.
“I agree, that is why we will be meeting healer Septimus Montgomery in Berwick Saint John. According to Narcissa, he is one of the best, coming from a long line of healers, and thoroughly vetted.”
It was on Blaise to raise his eyebrow this time.
“You already spoke to Mrs Malfoy? Not that I mind, any healer she recommends must be good at what he does,” he said while taking his spoon and piping his drops on it.
“I enquired after a healer. As she was in a hurry for an outing, she has yet to ask me about my reasons for that enquiry. And if you accompany me to this meal on Saturday, I can prevent the inquisition happening to me at all.”
Blaise grinned at the exasperated look on Severus' face. He could only imagine how such an inquisition with Mrs Malfoy would go, and he would not want to endure it either.
“Sure, this Saturday, dinner at the Malfoys. That will prove to be interesting at least.”
“Interesting is a word for it,” Severus said continuing to sip his tea.
Blaise looked at him, trying to figure out what that meant. However Severus looked neither worried nor annoyed. Blaise looked over to the small kitchen window and watched the rain drops finding and making pathways down it.
So, it would be interesting... whatever that included.
Chapter 4 @lj | @dw
This entry was originally posted at https://smirkingcat.dreamwidth.org/89580.html.