Precarious (Severus Snape x Reader)

Chapter 28: Thank You

"I've got something for you."

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When you awoke, it was time for another round of classes. It was notably more difficult to concentrate on teaching with the knowledge of your offspring cradled within you, but Severus' sharp commands and false indifference to you helped you fall into the rhythm you had established before you had gotten close to him. It was almost a relief, being able to assist with classes and temporarily lose focus on the worries of your newfound life, although it was still a challenge to act impartial to Severus in front of the students. Too many times you caught yourself reaching to stroke his hand or letting your gaze linger on him in an unprofessional, suggestive way. You prayed the students were unobservant enough not to take notice of the subtle cues of your wanting. That was one thing that had yet to change so far into your pregnancy. You still wanted Severus, furiously, intimately, and though you knew you were already pregnant, you couldn't stifle your desire to feel his seed spilling into you and filling you up with child. It was a strange, almost forbidden thought, and maybe it was the hormones, but you wanted him to fuck you, to acknowledge that he placed this being inside of you and that you were bound to him in this way. What will it be like when you're showing? Will he still find you attractive? Maybe sexier, even?

"Professor (Y/N)."

You blinked quickly to clear your hazy vision and were met by the intense, liquid stare of his dark eyes.

"Yes, sir?" you responded out of habit.

"Would you please assist Mr. Bates with his potion?" he asked, eyes flickering down to your midsection where your hand rested inconspicuously.

"Of course," you replied.

You rose with a textbook in tow and started toward a pale, blonde Gryffindor boy that was visibly fuming with worry. Thinking back on your own days of insecurity, which weren't all that far away, you flashed him a quick smile and sat down on the bench beside him, so as to make him feel like an equal. Instantly, you shifted back into your role as an instructor and let the wondering subside for the time being. There was plenty more time to ponder.

The student's potion was an easy fix, as it was merely underheated, and it allowed you to convey an important lesson in appropriate brewing temperatures. You had all but lost yourself in the instruction, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for lunch. You were actually disappointed, because breakfast didn't sit well, and just imagining a plate full of food made your belly churn like the sea. If only you could keep distracting yourself with classes. But, alas, you had to procure energy for your baby, and that was truly all the motivation you needed to pluck up the courage to accompany Severus to the Great Hall. The door handle rested gently in your palm, waiting for him to finish reorganizing his desk, when he stopped for a moment, brows furrowed. Yours creased in response.

"What is it?" you asked, half tempted to invite yourself into his mind, but choosing to abstain.

"I've got something for you," he said with a small smile, his features softening.

A brow lifted toward the ceiling.

"Oh?"

He slid a drawer open on the side of his desk and rummaged through it meticulously, eliciting little clinks and rustles until he settled on an item and pinched it firmly between his fingers. It seemed to be something delicate. The reflection of dim light off of it led you to deduce it was glass, and as he strode to you, it materialized as a tiny vial of dark purple liquid, slightly viscous and full to the brim. A perfect dosage.

"I want you to take this before every meal, and more often if you need it. Up to five times per day," he explained, slipping the vial into your hand.

You closed your fingers around the cool glass and felt the damp warmth of a tear pooling in your right eye. He brewed this for you, it was obvious, just like he said. It was an anti-nausea potion, and he rarely kept any potions of this sort in his own classroom, for anyone in need of it would be seeing Madam Pomfrey.