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Apprenticed to Love 29/?
Title: Apprenticed to Love 29/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)
Earlier Parts
Part 29
The front garden of the Burrow was bustling with activity when Harry and Neville Apparated onto the front lawn. A large marquee was being erected by a group of wizards dressed in green and white striped robes, ably supervised by Molly Weasley. A green trellis adorned with white roses and ivy climbing up it was standing at the head of two sections of chairs. Neville and Harry had just happened to Apparate right into the middle of the aisle. Six champagne flutes skimmed past their heads and into the marquee, earning Molly's wrath. She turned to the wizards who had been levitating glasses and china. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't use magic for the delicates!" Her eyes widened when she caught sight of Neville and Harry.
"Harry, Neville! Welcome to the madhouse!"
"Do you need any help?" Harry asked, staring around at all the activity going on.
"Of course not, it's all under control. Not the blue napkins, the cream ones with the ivy leaves!" Molly snapped at another unfortunate wizard, and Harry considered that maybe it was better if they didn't help after all. "You two go on up and leave your things in Ron's room," Mrs Weasley said turning her attention back to them. "Bill, Charlie and the twins are here too. The twins have something arranged for your stag do, but I've learned by now not to ask."
Neville and Harry exchanged wary glances as they made their way to the house. It wasn't that Harry distrusted the twins, but sometimes what they thought was fun or entertaining might be painful or humiliating for other people.
"Harry, are you all right?" Neville asked as they reached the front door.
"Yeah, just feeling a bit out of sorts today. It's um - I'm - um - it's a certain time of the month." Harry flushed and hoped Neville didn't want any more details, although as Neville was an apprentice Healer, Harry wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to know all the ins and outs of Harry's menstrual cycle. It was only the second period Harry'd had and he still wasn't quite used to it. Severus' pain potions helped with the cramps somewhat but he always felt very low on energy during it. He just hoped the twins hadn't arranged anything too lively.
They'd barely set their overnight bags on each of the camp beds that now cluttered up Ron's bedroom before Ron himself entered the room. "Have you got anything Muggle to wear?"
"No, all I've got are my apprentice robes and my wedding robes for tomorrow."
"Same here," said Neville. "We're not supposed to wear anything but our apprentice robes in public."
"Well, you'll both stick out like a sore thumb if you wear those to Muggle London."
"What have the twins arranged?"
Ron tapped the edge of his nose. "Now, now, Harry, that would be telling. They want it to be a surprise."
"As long as it doesn't involve getting drunk and leaving me tied to a lamppost somewhere."
"Eh?" Neville asked.
"It's what a lot of Muggles do apparently," Harry said. "I saw it on television once when I was cleaning the living room. Some soap opera or something."
"Soap opera? You mean Muggles have soap that can sing?" Ron asked, bewildered.
"No, no, that's just what they're called. They're dramas on television. I think years ago they used to have advertisers who made soap or something."
"Oh, right. Okay," said Ron still looking confused. "Well, I suppose you could Transfigure your apprentice robes into shirts and trousers, that should do, shouldn't it? I don't think any of my clothes are going to fit either of you."
Looking at the tall, broad form of Ron, Harry had to agree. Harry and Neville were much the same height but Harry was thinner. He'd never put on as much weight as Madam Pomfrey or Severus had hoped; the malnutrition he had suffered for years saw to that. It wasn't that he didn't like food, he just couldn't eat a lot of it at one time or he started to feel sick.
"So what sort of things should we wear?" Neville asked. "Is it formal or casual?"
"I think casual should be fine."
"Not even a hint?"
"No, Harry. Just get changed and then we can go. It starts at eight." Ron gave them a broad grin and a wave before heading back downstairs. Neville and Harry looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"I wonder what it is?" Harry wondered out loud while he Transfigured his robes into a burgundy shirt with black buttons and a black pair of jeans. Neville changed his into a dark blue shirt and blue jeans; both of them were still wearing the black dress shoes that had been with their robes.
"Knowing Fred and George, it could be anything."
"True."
As they made their way back downstairs, Harry wondered if Severus knew that Bill was also part of Harry's stag night. Harry would have preferred to stay at home with a book and rest for the wedding tomorrow, but the twins would never have let him live it down. What Harry had never understood about stag and hen parties, was that everyone always seemed keen for the prospective bride or groom to let their hair down on their last night of freedom. Harry didn't feel like that at all. Having lived ten years in a cupboard, he knew what being in a cage felt like, and it wasn't marriage to Severus.
Harry wouldn't be losing his freedom at all; they'd both be gaining it.
"You two scrub up rather well," said Ron once Harry and Neville had rejoined the others in the kitchen.
"Oh, thanks."
"Better not let Snape hear you say that, though," warned Bill. "He might take it the wrong way."
Harry bristled a bit, but he bit down on the angry retort. None of them knew Severus, not like Harry did and Harry hated it when people disparaged Severus in his hearing. He didn't want to spoil their outing before it even began though so he kept silent. Once everyone was ready and organised, they Apparated to the courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron. As they wound their way through the inn itself they were stopped by people patting Harry on the back and congratulating him on his forthcoming nuptials.
"How did they know?" Harry whispered to Ron once they were outside on the Muggle side of Charing Cross Road.
"Mum put an announcement in the paper. It's traditional."
"As long as we don't get tons of gatecrashers."
"No, that won't happen," said Charlie. "Severus has already been to the Burrow and extended the wards around it. Only those who are invited will be able to get there."
They were walking along as they chatted and in front of them the twins suddenly came to a standstill... outside a theatre.
"We're going to a play?" Harry asked in delight. He'd never been to the theatre before.
"Not exactly." Fred and George grinned at him. George pointed out a poster on the wall. Harry squinted a bit, it was getting dark and things were always more difficult to make out then, even with his new glasses. The poster seemed to consist of a series of pictures of men in various costumes. They were dressed as sailors in one; policemen in another; firemen and like something out of the Arabian nights with floaty; sheer fabrics and smiles. A banner at the bottom of the poster proclaimed, For one night only: The Dream Lads!
"Oh my God!" Harry hissed when he realised what the twins had arranged. "They're strippers, aren't they?"
"Don't worry, Harry. It's all in good fun," said George. "All very tasteful. They don't take everything off."
"Oh, God," Harry moaned, putting his face in his hands. "Severus is going to kill me."
"Nope," said Fred, giving Harry the envelope with the tickets. "Since you made the cake as Severus' wedding present; this is his present to you. He knows all about it."
Harry shook his head, not quite sure what to make of the fact that his future husband had arranged for him to see a strip show. "So he knows?"
"He knows," both twins said at the same time.
"I wonder if Master Snape's stag do is going to be as exciting as this!" exclaimed Neville and Harry couldn't help but laugh at his very straight friend's words.
"I wonder," Harry agreed as they made their way to the theatre.
***
"More tea, Severus?" Poppy left the teapot hovering over Severus' cup.
"No thank you, Poppy. I ought to be getting back."
"You can't leave yet!" protested Filius. "Pomona's just gone to get the cards; I thought we could all enjoy a game or two of Exploding Snap."
"Yes, Severus," said Minerva. "You know you wouldn't want to miss that, would you?" Minerva was smirking at him over the rim of her teacup. Severus wondered if you could actually die from sheer boredom and not for the first time this evening he wished he hadn't bowed down to convention to spend the night away from Harry. He hoped Harry was having a better time on his own outing. Unfortunately, thinking of Harry brought on another set of problems, for Severus couldn't help but imagine Harry in some of those outfits and dancing for Severus' pleasure alone. Severus coughed and shifted in his chair, hoping his robes were enough to hide his burgeoning erection. He didn't need to add humiliation to boredom this evening.
Severus sipped at his too-sweet tea and tried to think of anything but Harry; which was bloody difficult. Sometimes Severus wondered if the wolf bond affected the mate as well. Severus hid his sigh as Pomona Sprout returned with a pack of magical cards in her hand.
The morning couldn't come soon enough.
TBC
Title: Apprenticed to Love 29/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Rating: Adult
Summary: Six months after the end of the war Harry turns up Snape's apothecary to beg for a job; they both get more than they bargained for.
Warnings: Au, angst, hermaphroditism, mpreg, slash, abuse.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse; I just play in from time to time.
Beta'd by Rakina, thank you so much :)
Earlier Parts
Part 29
The front garden of the Burrow was bustling with activity when Harry and Neville Apparated onto the front lawn. A large marquee was being erected by a group of wizards dressed in green and white striped robes, ably supervised by Molly Weasley. A green trellis adorned with white roses and ivy climbing up it was standing at the head of two sections of chairs. Neville and Harry had just happened to Apparate right into the middle of the aisle. Six champagne flutes skimmed past their heads and into the marquee, earning Molly's wrath. She turned to the wizards who had been levitating glasses and china. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't use magic for the delicates!" Her eyes widened when she caught sight of Neville and Harry.
"Harry, Neville! Welcome to the madhouse!"
"Do you need any help?" Harry asked, staring around at all the activity going on.
"Of course not, it's all under control. Not the blue napkins, the cream ones with the ivy leaves!" Molly snapped at another unfortunate wizard, and Harry considered that maybe it was better if they didn't help after all. "You two go on up and leave your things in Ron's room," Mrs Weasley said turning her attention back to them. "Bill, Charlie and the twins are here too. The twins have something arranged for your stag do, but I've learned by now not to ask."
Neville and Harry exchanged wary glances as they made their way to the house. It wasn't that Harry distrusted the twins, but sometimes what they thought was fun or entertaining might be painful or humiliating for other people.
"Harry, are you all right?" Neville asked as they reached the front door.
"Yeah, just feeling a bit out of sorts today. It's um - I'm - um - it's a certain time of the month." Harry flushed and hoped Neville didn't want any more details, although as Neville was an apprentice Healer, Harry wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to know all the ins and outs of Harry's menstrual cycle. It was only the second period Harry'd had and he still wasn't quite used to it. Severus' pain potions helped with the cramps somewhat but he always felt very low on energy during it. He just hoped the twins hadn't arranged anything too lively.
They'd barely set their overnight bags on each of the camp beds that now cluttered up Ron's bedroom before Ron himself entered the room. "Have you got anything Muggle to wear?"
"No, all I've got are my apprentice robes and my wedding robes for tomorrow."
"Same here," said Neville. "We're not supposed to wear anything but our apprentice robes in public."
"Well, you'll both stick out like a sore thumb if you wear those to Muggle London."
"What have the twins arranged?"
Ron tapped the edge of his nose. "Now, now, Harry, that would be telling. They want it to be a surprise."
"As long as it doesn't involve getting drunk and leaving me tied to a lamppost somewhere."
"Eh?" Neville asked.
"It's what a lot of Muggles do apparently," Harry said. "I saw it on television once when I was cleaning the living room. Some soap opera or something."
"Soap opera? You mean Muggles have soap that can sing?" Ron asked, bewildered.
"No, no, that's just what they're called. They're dramas on television. I think years ago they used to have advertisers who made soap or something."
"Oh, right. Okay," said Ron still looking confused. "Well, I suppose you could Transfigure your apprentice robes into shirts and trousers, that should do, shouldn't it? I don't think any of my clothes are going to fit either of you."
Looking at the tall, broad form of Ron, Harry had to agree. Harry and Neville were much the same height but Harry was thinner. He'd never put on as much weight as Madam Pomfrey or Severus had hoped; the malnutrition he had suffered for years saw to that. It wasn't that he didn't like food, he just couldn't eat a lot of it at one time or he started to feel sick.
"So what sort of things should we wear?" Neville asked. "Is it formal or casual?"
"I think casual should be fine."
"Not even a hint?"
"No, Harry. Just get changed and then we can go. It starts at eight." Ron gave them a broad grin and a wave before heading back downstairs. Neville and Harry looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"I wonder what it is?" Harry wondered out loud while he Transfigured his robes into a burgundy shirt with black buttons and a black pair of jeans. Neville changed his into a dark blue shirt and blue jeans; both of them were still wearing the black dress shoes that had been with their robes.
"Knowing Fred and George, it could be anything."
"True."
As they made their way back downstairs, Harry wondered if Severus knew that Bill was also part of Harry's stag night. Harry would have preferred to stay at home with a book and rest for the wedding tomorrow, but the twins would never have let him live it down. What Harry had never understood about stag and hen parties, was that everyone always seemed keen for the prospective bride or groom to let their hair down on their last night of freedom. Harry didn't feel like that at all. Having lived ten years in a cupboard, he knew what being in a cage felt like, and it wasn't marriage to Severus.
Harry wouldn't be losing his freedom at all; they'd both be gaining it.
"You two scrub up rather well," said Ron once Harry and Neville had rejoined the others in the kitchen.
"Oh, thanks."
"Better not let Snape hear you say that, though," warned Bill. "He might take it the wrong way."
Harry bristled a bit, but he bit down on the angry retort. None of them knew Severus, not like Harry did and Harry hated it when people disparaged Severus in his hearing. He didn't want to spoil their outing before it even began though so he kept silent. Once everyone was ready and organised, they Apparated to the courtyard of the Leaky Cauldron. As they wound their way through the inn itself they were stopped by people patting Harry on the back and congratulating him on his forthcoming nuptials.
"How did they know?" Harry whispered to Ron once they were outside on the Muggle side of Charing Cross Road.
"Mum put an announcement in the paper. It's traditional."
"As long as we don't get tons of gatecrashers."
"No, that won't happen," said Charlie. "Severus has already been to the Burrow and extended the wards around it. Only those who are invited will be able to get there."
They were walking along as they chatted and in front of them the twins suddenly came to a standstill... outside a theatre.
"We're going to a play?" Harry asked in delight. He'd never been to the theatre before.
"Not exactly." Fred and George grinned at him. George pointed out a poster on the wall. Harry squinted a bit, it was getting dark and things were always more difficult to make out then, even with his new glasses. The poster seemed to consist of a series of pictures of men in various costumes. They were dressed as sailors in one; policemen in another; firemen and like something out of the Arabian nights with floaty; sheer fabrics and smiles. A banner at the bottom of the poster proclaimed, For one night only: The Dream Lads!
"Oh my God!" Harry hissed when he realised what the twins had arranged. "They're strippers, aren't they?"
"Don't worry, Harry. It's all in good fun," said George. "All very tasteful. They don't take everything off."
"Oh, God," Harry moaned, putting his face in his hands. "Severus is going to kill me."
"Nope," said Fred, giving Harry the envelope with the tickets. "Since you made the cake as Severus' wedding present; this is his present to you. He knows all about it."
Harry shook his head, not quite sure what to make of the fact that his future husband had arranged for him to see a strip show. "So he knows?"
"He knows," both twins said at the same time.
"I wonder if Master Snape's stag do is going to be as exciting as this!" exclaimed Neville and Harry couldn't help but laugh at his very straight friend's words.
"I wonder," Harry agreed as they made their way to the theatre.
***
"More tea, Severus?" Poppy left the teapot hovering over Severus' cup.
"No thank you, Poppy. I ought to be getting back."
"You can't leave yet!" protested Filius. "Pomona's just gone to get the cards; I thought we could all enjoy a game or two of Exploding Snap."
"Yes, Severus," said Minerva. "You know you wouldn't want to miss that, would you?" Minerva was smirking at him over the rim of her teacup. Severus wondered if you could actually die from sheer boredom and not for the first time this evening he wished he hadn't bowed down to convention to spend the night away from Harry. He hoped Harry was having a better time on his own outing. Unfortunately, thinking of Harry brought on another set of problems, for Severus couldn't help but imagine Harry in some of those outfits and dancing for Severus' pleasure alone. Severus coughed and shifted in his chair, hoping his robes were enough to hide his burgeoning erection. He didn't need to add humiliation to boredom this evening.
Severus sipped at his too-sweet tea and tried to think of anything but Harry; which was bloody difficult. Sometimes Severus wondered if the wolf bond affected the mate as well. Severus hid his sigh as Pomona Sprout returned with a pack of magical cards in her hand.
The morning couldn't come soon enough.
TBC
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