Well, Men Can Get Pregnant

It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed Snape at this bar.

Harry traced Snape’s form, emerald eyes stuck on the lanky man across the bar.

It was muggle, which was one reason why Harry had been so surprised the first time. Another had been the outfit. It was still all black, of course, but his shirt had been unbuttoned (not much, but the blokes throat was on display and it definitely did something to Harry), and the trousers were snug to his tight ass. It was very nice.

Said bloke suddenly moved, causing Harry to avert his gaze. The bartender was busy, flipping some bottle or another as a woman sat near him speaking with the same look of sorrow as earlier. He’d gone up about an hour ago and vowed to stay in his seat, or as far from the bar, as he could.

His eyes switched back to the greasy potion master’s seat, only to jump as black eyes met his.

Harry swallowed and forced himself to look casual. He nodded at the man. Snape’s dark eyebrow lifted and his gaze, if possible, seemed to darken.

Harry’s hand fell to his stomach automatically as there was a loud boom from the reservation.

Harry scurries into Charlie’s office and takes a seat. He fights down panic.

I should be used to this by now

The truth is, Harry had been. Dragons came with a lot of danger, one Harry typically welcomed with a smirk.

Unfortunately, the two heartbeats beating within him seemed to matter, even though he wished they didn’t.

He wanted them, he wanted Severus, he wanted a family. If he could only have them, then it would be good enough.

He would be enough.

“Harry?”

Charlie enters his office, his body covered in ash. Harry smiles at his friend, his brother really, and tries to fight down the anxiety building in his gut.

“Charlie, I—,” and the words won’t fall from his tongue. He can’t bring himself to tell him. Anyone. Only he and the doctor know.

Perhaps it could stay that way. He could take his money and flee, build a home both literally and figuratively, just him and his girls. He wouldn’t have to worry about them wanting their other father, or them getting hurt he could just—

Charlie is kneeling in front of him, hand on his knee.

“Breath,” he’s saying.

Well why, Harry is breathing just fine—

He releases a long breath, his heart stuttering angrily and his lungs burning.

Harry blinks away the tears that had begun building in his eyes and his right hand flies to his ear. He fiddles with it, starring at Charlie.

“What did the doctor say?” Charlie’s asking when he tunes back in, face pinched with worry.

Harry swallows and sniffles. Merlin, he’s crying.

“Godric, Harry. What is it? Are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m a bearer,” is what falls from his mouth. The words are like acid.

Charlie blinks and he gives Harry a reassuring smile.

“Harry, that’s not a bad thing—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Charlie stands. His eyes are wide.

“What? But—Severus!?”

Harry nods. He wasn’t shocked the other man knew, not since he told Draco. He knew they wouldn’t tell anybody else.

“OK, uhm. I’ll have to put you on desk duty,” Charlie starts. “I’ll move you to one of the family suites. When is Severus coming?”

Harry shakes his head and his eyes close tightly. “He’s not.”

The room is quiet, nothing but the beating of Harry’s heart and the sound of their breathing.

“Oh, are you going to the castle?”

Harry shakes his head, eyes still shut.

“He doesn’t want the babies. Doesn’t want me.”

His eyes open and he’s surprised at the murderous look in Charlie’s eyes.

“He doesn’t what?”

“It’s not his problem, Charlie. I can do this. I don’t—I won’t force him. I should’ve been more careful.” The words fall like bullets down his body, piercing his heart.

Charlie scoffs, dark ash falling from his lips as he does.

“Harry, that’s so wrong, he—”

“Charlie, please, just—drop it. OK? I just needed to tell you because I work for you.”

Charlie studies him before his eyes widen.

“Babies?”

Telling Draco was, unsurprisingly, a lot harder to do than Charlie.

“He doesn’t want the babies?” Draco’s frosty eyes narrow, one perfect eyebrow raised.

“No. He doesn’t want to be a father,” Harry says. “And I’m fine with that.”

Draco's eye twitches. “You’re fine with that?”

“Will you quit repeating what I’m saying?” Harry asks, annoyed. He cups his stomach.

Draco mirrors him, hands on his enlarged belly.

“I’m just confused on how calm you are. If Charlie knocked me up and then decided he didn’t want shit to do with me or our son?”

Draco growled. Harry had a feeling he had accidently got Charlie in trouble.

“Charlie’s a good guy,” Harry tells him. “You’re lucky.”

Draco’s eyes tear up. “He is perfect.”

Harry gently rubs Draco’s thigh, soothing the emotional blonde.

“Eh, prefect?”

Draco slaps his leg and huffs. “Shush, I’m allowed to be crazy over my true love.”

Harry’s smile drops, just s little bit, but Draco clearly notices.

“Harry, Severus—he’s complex. He doesn’t, he doesn’t actually hate kids, you know? His childhood though… he never wanted to be a father, he didn’t want to be like his.” Draco says softly.

Harry nods. He knows. Many long night conversations revolved around Tobias, or around getting over Tobias.

“I know, I just—”

“Wait, babies?”

“Babies?” Molly’s eyes were wide and quickly filling with tears. “Babies! You’re having twins! Ah! Arthur!”

Harry laughs around his own tears, accepting the hug Molly offered. Ron and Hermione, too, hugged him. Hermione wiped a tear from his cheek as Molly set about telling everyone else.

“Wow, we didn’t even know you were seeing anyone, mate,” Ron said, a clear question in his voice.

“Yeah, I, uh, well it wasn’t serious.” He shrugged. “He won’t be involved.”

Hermione and Ron shared a glance before gently tugging him back into their arms.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Hermione said.

Harry had a feeling they knew. Hermione would know it was too much of a coincidence.

He loved them for simply accepting his response.

“Wait,” Hermione pulled back, her eyes widening. “Babies? As in, more than one?”

Harry laughs, throwing his head back. It’s a genuine chuckle that fills the Weasley’s small kitchen and slowly spreads through the room until everyone is laughing.

Harry knows that his two girls and he, they’ll be alright.

"You're pregnant?" Severus' voice was murderous. 

"I am--"

"I can't believe you! Why didn't you tell me. Salazar, of course. Only Harry fucking Potter!"

The door slammed.

Harry fell to his bed.

The door didn't open again.