Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cape of Storms ❯ Chapter 9: You'll Never Notice the Color of Sin ( Chapter 9 )

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Title: Cape of Storms
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Lucius/Harry Severus/Harry
Category: Drama, romance, slash
rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Most likely.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Drama SPOILERS!
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Harry Potter or its chars. They are property of JK Rowling and major companies.

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SPOILERS AHEAD! You have been warned!

Cape of Storms

Chapter 9: You'll Never Notice the Color of Sin

I stood in front of group of first year and Seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins and fought the urge to laugh. It always amazed me how competitive they were and as each Seventh year tried to help each first year the competition between houses became more and more apparent as boasts of what the first years had done under each others tutelage. I watched as they practiced and I was more than glad I had thought up such a lesson. It was a way to pass on the torch and knowledge. The fact that the "Bat Boogey Hex" was being used repeatedly made me smile because I know that Ginny would be proud.

I buried my hands in my robe pockets and fought the urge to shiver. I hadn't had a seizure or attack of any kind since my bonding to Lucius and Sev two months ago and I was more than relieved and happy about it. I had lost an illness and gained two husbands with insatiable sexual appetites, although I believe at times I wear them out. My quarters have become our permanent quarters since they were the largest out of the three and most of the time it's just me.

Sev is constantly brewing potions in his old quarters and on the nights he does return to our quarters I'm usually asleep. Lucius has a business to run and has also managed to be elected into the Ministry of Magic as one of the higher ups so he's rarely there as well. I have to admit that I was quite spoiled those first few weeks when I had the two of them to myself.

"Professor, Melody managed to give Roselie cat ears and a tail!"

I turned to look at Roselie and slapped my hand to my face as I chuckled.

"It's not funny Purrrofessor," pouted Roselie as she crossed her arms and her orange ears lowered atop her dark auburn hair, her striped orange tail waving back and forth angrily.

"Sorry...sorry. Melody grab your and Roselie's books and walk Roselie to the Infirmary."

I watched as the raven haired girl rolled her hazel eyes and did as asked.

"Now class, thank your seniors for their time and then make your way to your seats. Seventh years, go to study hall and continue practicing any of the spells, curses and counter curses you have not perfected this quarter. Your exam is tomorrow. You might want to read chapter seven through ten in your Defense against the Dark Arts books. Class dismissed!"

"Bye Professor Potter!"

"Don't get sick and leave us again!"

"Yes sir!"

I grinned at the other comments received and watched as they filed out as I plopped down into the nice office chair at the front of the class. I kicked off my shoes and lowered my socks so that I could massage my ankles which had become swollen and sore once again. I heard a clearing throat and looked up to see a smiling Remus.

"Hey Remus, I'd jump up and give you a hug but my ankles are a tad bit swollen at the moment."

"I can see. What have you done to yourself this time," he asked as he entered the classroom and walked over to stand in front of me.

"Nothing that I'm aware of, just the usual. Teaching, planning and I am helping to coach the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I'm hardly on my feet and yet my ankles are swelling."

"Have you gone to see Poppy," he asked as he pulled up a stool and sat down on it.

"It's not that bad. I'm not dieing, just a tad achy is all."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my ankles lifting them so that they were on his lap where he began to knead and massage them.

"Oh that feels heavenly Remus."

Remus laughed and moved to the other foot, "Now this brings back memories. I would go to visit your mother with Sirius and she would be sitting in a chair struggling to massage her own feet over her pregnant belly so I would pull up a seat in front of her and do just what I'm doing now."

I laughed, "So Mom's feet swelled when she was pregnant?"

"Her feet started swelling as soon as she hit her second month."

I blinked and stared down at Remus but made no comment. I watched as he set my feet down and cracked his knuckles, "You should go see Poppy."

"I'll think about it," I answered as I slipped my shoes back on and stood up stretching.

He grinned and walked past me, "If you don't I'll tattle to Severus and Lucius."

"That's cheating!"

"You have plenty of time to go visit before I go get my Wolfsbane potion from Severus."

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen my husband in a day or so. I suppose I should go with you. Classes are done for the afternoon and I have one evening class to help my slow bloomers get in some extra practice and tutoring."

He grinned as he stood in the doorway, "There you go, overworking yourself."

"But it helps! Minerva told me that even with my absence due to my near-death experience; the grade averages in the first quarter alone have improved."

"That's because you treat your students like peers. It's easier to learn from someone who keeps the boundary between peer and teacher thinly drawn."

I nodded, "That and I try to keep classes interesting just like you and our pretend Professor Moody did. I always use something to grab the student's attention."

I bent over grabbing my outer robes and slipped them on, "Shall we go see Severus?"

He walked to the door and extended his arm in a gentlemanly bow causing me to laugh as I slipped on my shoes. I shook my head as I passed him and walked into the hall. We talked about my future lesson plans as we made our way to the dungeons and towards Severus' old quarters. I buried my hands in my robe pockets and snuggled further into the robe itself. I stood back and let Remus knock on the hardwood door which swung open the voice of Severus shouting "enter". I followed Remus through the door as he walked towards the back wall where another smaller hardwood door stood slightly ajar.

I followed Remus as he slowly opened the door further stepping in side, I followed, and almost gagged as the putrid smells of boiling potions assailed my sensitive nose. Severus stood over a cauldron of boiling water from which he removed medium sized potion bottles, setting them atop the counter next to him. We watched as he lifted a ladle and ladled portions of the pale white concoction into the warm bottles, corking them when full.

"As soon as their cool enough to hold you may take them," said Severus as he finished filling the last bottle and corking it.

He turned and wiped his brow on his sleeve, dropping the ladle into the now empty cauldron. I saw a smile form on his sweat laden face upon seeing me and I couldn't help but smile brightly back at him.

"I see you've come to visit finally," said Severus looking me up and down.

"Sorry Sev. I would visit more often but last time I interrupted you when you were in the middle of potion making something exploded and we were covered in green goop."

"Never kept you before," he said with a raised brow.

"And it wouldn't have anything to do with those swollen ankles," asked Remus.

"Remus...," I hissed while turning to glare at him with my hands now on my hips.

"Your ankles are swollen? For how long," asked Sev as he turned an annoyed and angry look my way.

"Only a week or so," I answered weakly.

"Have you been to see Poppy," he asked as he crossed his arms.

"No he hasn't but I recommended he should," answered Remus with a small grin.

"I shall escort you myself as soon as I stir this potion," he replied as he walked over to a cauldron with a large cast iron lid on it.

I watched as he lifted the lid and a putrid smell filled the small enclosed space. My stomach rolled and I quickly raised a hand to my mouth as I felt its contents making their way up and out. I ran from the potions room and into Sev's quarters. I didn't make it to his bathroom but I luckily found a large standing vase next to his fireplace. I leaned over it as everything I had eaten the past few hours exited through my mouth. The sounds of my retching echoed off the stone walls as well as the sound of vomit filling the hollow vase. I felt hands on my back as I continued to retch until there was nothing and I stood over the vase dry heaving.

I slumped to the floor drenched in sweat. My face covered in sweat, tears and throw up. I gasped for breath and saw a damp white rag hovering by my face. I took it and wiped my face handing it back and taking another proffered damp rag. I wiped my face and hands while another cool rag was wrapped around the back of my neck.

"Feeling better," asked Severus from beside me.

"A little," I answered truthfully.

"Lift your arms," Sev said as he crouched down in front of me.

I did as asked and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned in closer. He lifted my body off the floor and carried me over to the soft, cushy black couch and set me down. As soon as he removed his arms I laid back and closed my eyes, praying that the headache I had developed would go away.

"I'm going to go fetch Poppy. I'll tell her it's not an emergency but that Harry needs to be looked over. You should probably call Lucius," said Remus walking to the door.

Severus nodded and looked down at me, "Do you feel like your going to be sick again?"

I lay there and felt my body and thought for a moment, "Possibly. Can I have a trashcan or a cauldron just in case?"

He nodded and left my sight for a moment returning with a small wastepaper basket which he set down next to my head. I closed my eyes and tasted the sour after taste of vomit and it made me feel queasy all over again.

"Do you have any mouthwash,” I asked.

He nodded and disappeared and it was in that absence that I had realized Remus had already left.

Sev returned with mouthwash which I quickly took a swig of. I sat up and gargled while watching Sev squat down in front of the fireplace. He tossed in some colorful ashes and called out Malfoy Manner causing a ringing noise to sound. I spit the mouthwash into the wastepaper basket just as Draco's face appeared.

"Father, its Severus. I bet Harry fell down a ditch or something else dangerous and stupid didn't he," asked Draco with a dramatic sigh.

"I'm not Timmy so go for a run, Lassie!"

"Who in the bloody hell are Timmy and Lassie," asked Draco.

I sighed and shook my head, "I really need to get a TV so you can all understand my bad sitcom jokes."

I watched as Draco's face vanished and was replaced by Lucius', "What's wrong Severus?"

"Our young husband seems to be ill. Remus has gone go fetch Poppy."

"Step back, I'm coming through."

The image vanished and I sighed lying back again. All this drama over swollen ankles and a stomach bug. Merlin forbid I sneeze.

The fireplace blazed to life as Lucius followed by Draco stepped out and into Sev's living room.

"What's that horrid smell," whined Draco.

"Harry threw up in the antique vase you gave me for my birthday four years ago," answered Severus.

Draco wrinkled his nose like a rabbit and I sighed, "It was the vase or the carpet and I figured the vase would be easier to clean."

"So what caused this," asked Lucius as he knelt down in front of me stroking my damp bangs from my eyes.

"Some concoction Sev was making. I was a little nauseous when I first entered but I was okay, that is until he lifted the lid."

Lucius turned to look at Sev, "Is that all?"

"That's what I saw happen. One moment I was lifting the lid off the next moment the door was being slammed open and the sound of retching was echoing off the walls," answered Sev.

The door opened and Poppy entered followed by Remus.

"It seems you were avoiding me, Harry," said Poppy as she set her bag on the living room table.

"Not avoiding per se..."

She rolled her eyes, "From what Remus says your ankles are swollen and the smell of Sev's potions made you ill, is that correct?"

"Yes Ma'am.”

"Is that all," she asked giving me a long hard look.

"I've been having trouble staying awake. I always feel tired but that's it."

"Sounds like classic symptoms but I say lets do the test to make sure," said Poppy as she lifted her wand from her apron pocket.

"I'll need you to remove your hands from your stomach while I cast this diagnostic spell."

I sighed and did as asked, watching as she lifted her wand a few inches above my abdomen and stomach while chanting an incantation. I heard sharp inhales and turned to see a wide eyed Lucius and Severus. I turned back to watch as a soft white light glowed at the tip of Poppy's wand.

"Congratulations are in order Harry. You are expecting."

Silence, those words were greeted by dead silence. I turned and watched as Poppy put her wand away in her apron.

"I'm missing the adequate equipment don't you think?"

I heard a sputtered cough from Lucius who looked a bit surprised and then turned to see a slightly surprised Severus but Draco looked the most surprised out of everyone.

"You must be joking," Draco replied.

"Tell me you jest," said Lucius with a shocked frown.

"Harry...didn't anyone tell you," asked Poppy.

I stared at them as if they had all grown another head, "Are you implying that men can get pregnant?"

"Not men, wizards."

I turned to look at Minerva who pursed her lips in a small smile.

"Wizards and witches have always differed from normal humans in the fact that we have the ability to use magic. Magic is rooted deep inside of us to our very core and it seems to be a gift that can't be explained as genetic or even as a miracle. It just is. With magic many strange things have occurred. Magic gives you the ability to dream and change and with it we change both in mind and body. Most wizards have developed a way of reproducing just like witches."

"We never menstruate like witches or even human women but inside of wizards exists a set of egg like cells that usually remain inside of us unused. It's like their in a state of cryogen. If the wizard should participate in unprotected sex and should his partner be potent then it is likely that the wizard will become impregnated. Depending on the strength of the said wizard he can have more than one egg resulting in other possible pregnancies. Some wizards have had five or six children while others only one," said Lucius as he looked down at me and then at my flat cloth covered stomach.

"So I'm pregnant...and I could become pregnant again?"

"Yes."

"How...but...I can't deliver the baby. Like I said before, I'm missing the adequate equipment!"

"Magic, Harry! A passage forms so that you can anally deliver the baby."

I turned to stare at Sev and then Lucius and finally Draco, who looked as horrified as I felt. Sure...Mr. Know-it-all knew all about male pregnancy but he had no clue about the delivery.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “So how far along do you suppose?”

“I'd say about two months if I went by your current condition and ailments. I could always be wrong but it's rare.”

I looked into her cocky smiling eyes and found myself feeling oddly happy if not stressed and a tad bit aggravated by the whole situation.

I was pregnant and that meant that inside of the body that I had all but thought of as dead a few months ago there was now a new life growing. It was as if some deity out there were trying to give me a hint and a very poignant one at that.

I was alive and so was my body, alive enough to create life.

I couldn't help but grinning, “I had been worried that Sev would have no heirs if he bonded to me. I worried about you too Lucius, you have an heir already but I kept thinking that you and Sev both would eventually want to carry on your names and would leave my bed for another's.”

“Preposterous! Even if you couldn't give me an heir I would never even think of doing such a thing! I believe there is a lot you still need to learn about me husband,” he said in a hard but kind tone.

I nodded as I looked up into those deep silvery gray eyes and agreed. There is much I have yet to learn about him, most of our time together after our bonding in bed doing lots of physically draining activities which would explain why I'm now pregnant.

“Seeing how our schedules don't allow for much in the way of social time we should give him a respite for now,” said Sev as he walked over to the vase in which I had puked and took out his wand waving it causing the heavy smell of vomit to vanish and with it I suspect the vomit itself.

“What time is it,” I asked yawning.

“It's around four,” replied Poppy as she leaned over and handed me a small bottled potion.

“That will help you with your nausea. I'd better be off; the infirmary is probably filled with students in need of assistance.”

“Thanks, Poppy,” I said with a wide smile.

“No problem, dear. I'll inform Minerva by fire call. She'll probably be beside herself with worry and happiness for you three.”

With that Poppy walked out the door and closed it behind her.

I turned to look up at Remus who looked down at me with a small smile upon his face.

“You knew didn't you,” I asked looking into those honey brown eyes.

“I had my suspicions. Since it's close to the full moon my senses increase and become intensified and I notice everyone's individual scent and yours has changed quite a bit since the last time. Then I saw you rubbing your swollen ankles and I of course I remembered your mother and how she had the same problem and your throwing up after smelling that potion cemented it.”

“So…I guess that makes you a Grandfather.”

Remus' eyes grew wide and a startled look passed over his face.

“You're practically like my father Remus. You took Sirius' place and with that came a great burden and lots of responsibility. So when this child is born I would like you to be Grandpa Remmy.”

I watched as Remus looked down, his features hidden but falling pieces of hair. He looked back up wiping away an errant tear or two. He leaned over me and gave me a big warm hug that had both him and me chuckling.

“I never thought I would hear someone call me Grandpa.”

I laughed, “Then perhaps you should finally find someone to settle down with. A man your age and caliber should find someone in less than a fortnight.”

“Now you sound like Mrs. Weasley,” he said as he stood up grinning.

“I believe she's rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, Merlin what have I gotten myself into,” asked Sev as he stared dramatically skyward.

“You make it sound like you're the one who's pregnant and has to push an eight pound baby out your arse!”

I yawned and the laughter around me quieted.

“You need your rest so sleep and I'll cover your evening class tonight,” said Remus as he ruffled my hair.

I watched as he made his way to the door and out it.

I looked up at Lucius who stooped over, sliding his arms under my body and lifting me into his arms, cradling me gently against his chest.

“I'm starting to feel like I'm living inside of a Harlequin novel.”

“I refuse to let you sleep on the couch no matter how comfortable it is. You'll wake tomorrow and have a sore back among other things and I refuse to have you walking on swollen ankles. I'm taking you to your quarters and since its been a while since I've seen you I shall spend the evening in your company and make up for missed time.”

“Get a room. I'm going home. I have a busy day tomorrow,” Draco said before apparating away in a loud pop.

“I bet he has a hair appointment,” I said snuggling against Lucius' chest.

“I don't think Blaise does hair,” said Severus looking disinterested.

“No I but I'm pretty sure he does Draco,” I quipped.

“No more from you. Severus, will you be joining us?”

“I'm going to clean out my vase and finish up this last potion and then I shall be up.”

Lucius nodded his head in a partial bow and then we apparated out of the room, appearing in my living room.

I was carried over to my bedroom door that opened with a deep whisper revealing my new king size bed covered in maroon cotton sheets, blankets and pillows.

Lucius walked over to the bed and set my down on it and then knelt down in front of me on his knees as he proceeded to untie my shoes, slipping them from my swollen feet.

“You'll get your slacks dirty, Lucius!”

“I've knelt on dirtier things than your Gryffindor red carpet,” he said in “no nonsense” voice.

He stood up and walked over to the large black cherry chair with the plush red cushion and took off his long black robe, setting it on the back of the chair.

“Why do you insist on always keep your problems to your self,” he asked in an exasperated tone.

I was taken aback by not just the question but by who had asked it.

“I…I just…”

“Don't want to be a bother?”

I looked up into his silvery gray eyes which had turned a deeper shade of gray, an almost marble gray.

It always fascinated me how his eyes changed color with his mood. Mine did as well but I doubt the effect was neither as beautiful nor as dramatic as his. A light silvery gray when he was he was in a calm or neutral mood, a pale blue gray when he was happy or excited, a pale marble like gray when unsure, upset or worried and a bright blazing light blue when angry or enraged. Looking into his eyes and watching them change with each emotion had become a spectator sport for me; and if ever I doubted his words or actions I need only look into those emotional pools of gray to see the truth.

I sighed and looked down at my hands which lay folded in my lap, “I don't purposely try to leave you in the dark, either of you. I just have trouble…”

“Trusting,” he asked as he came over to sit on the end of the bed.

I looked up from my hands and into those gorgeous eyes and felt sorry and a tad bit dumb for my actions and behavior.

“In a matter of speaking…It's just that I spent most of my life as this person who was told to be quiet and do as I was told and then there was the whole “Boy who lived” thing and because of that I tended to be a tad bit shy about what I say and to whom its said.”

“But you confided and continue to confide in your friends the Weasely's.”

“I tell them a few things but I do keep an awful lot to myself. Hermione and Ron know maybe a tad bit more about me but I grew up with them. They were my best friends. I'm sure there are things that you and Severus still keep from me whether for your own benefit or mine.”

“I agree but that doesn't mean that I keep important things from you involving my health,” he said pointedly.

I had to concede to his point. He was right and out of everyone he and Severus had a right to know before others.

“I can see that it's dawned on you,” he said with a slight grin of triumph.

“I understand and I will try to talk to you both more...”

“I hear a `but' in there,” he said as he kicked off his shoes.

“I don't want to be a bother. I've taken your bachelorhood away and you're always busy with work and meetings and there are Draco and home matters that you have to take care of and on top of it all you bonded yourself to a walking catastrophe.”

He leaned in, his eyes a deep stormy gray as his lips pressed against mine. They opened and in turn I opened mine and the kiss soon deepened and became open mouth as I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down so that he hovered over me in a push up stance. I writhed under him as he intentionally thrust his hips against mine causing me to mewl into his mouth.

“You make it sound as if Severus and I get nothing from this bonding, Harry. Perhaps you don't realize just how attractive you are and because of that you don't realize what you give us,” he said as he spoke over my lips.

He leaned in, lowering his body just a bit so that his mouth hovered behind the sensitive spot behind my left ear, each breath tickling and exciting me at the same time.

“You're intelligent and arousing. Each sway of that Quidditch toned heart shaped bottom and that fiery emerald gazes you give us when you see us. The way you make old men like us feel with those shy gazes and smiles and your playful banter. You're powerful and yet you don't brag or abuse it. You are a rare gift indeed, dearest Harry.”

He thrust his hips against me. I gasped and writhed against him.

“Do you feel the proof of my desire?”

I nodded and licked my dry lips.

“Little things like that as well. You do it out of nervousness and yet it makes me randy like an untried teenager.”

I gazed into his stormy gray eyes and noted another emotional shade. Storm gray, the color his eyes took on when he was feeling lusty and needing.

I felt the bed shift as he put all his weight on his left hand, his right unbuttoning and un-zippering my slacks which he pulled down to my knees. He changed hands and then with his left hand unbuttoned and removed his engorged member from the confines of his pants. He then reached forward tracing my swollen and tender lips with his pointer and middle fingers.

I tentatively reached out my tongue licking one and then the other before he placed both into my mouth for me to suck on.

I suckled his fingers while my moving my hips against the hot flesh that pressed against my aching entrance. He removed my fingers and I watched as those thick glistening digits vanished from site only to feel the slick dampness of his saliva coated digits press deep inside me. He moved them in and out slowly and gained a faster pace, purposely brushing my prostate with every third stroke. I cried out when he scissored his fingers deep inside of me hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves.

I those pleasure bringing fingers were removed only to be replaced by Lucius' thick and hot thrumming member which he slowly pushed past that ring of muscle until I had all of him deep inside of me. He paused savoring the feel, allowing me to adjust and gaining just a bit of control back that he always seemed to lose after entering me.

He pulled out just as slowly until only the tip remained inside me and then he pushed back in just a tad bit faster pulling out at them same pace. He did this repeatedly and each time he increased the pace just a little.

I wrapped my legs around his back forcing myself back against him, causing each stroke to go deeper and faster as the blurry stars began to cloud my vision as my loins tightened with my oncoming release. I felt his member grow thicker deep inside of me as his entire body shook as he exploded sending his hot thick seed deep inside me. His release caused my own which coated both of our chests and stomachs.

My cries of pleasure echoed through the room as well as my name which had been bellowed at the time of Lucius' release.

Lucius lay his head upon my chest, his hair covering me in a satiny blanket. Both of us struggled to catch our breaths, our chests heaving and noses flaring in the effort of it all.

He had bounced back before me and sat back on his knees causing his deflating erection to slip from my body causing a spasm of in my body and another small release from my deflating member.

I closed my eyes as sleep tugged me into its warm embrace.

“So tired…”

“Then sleep,” he replied as felt a cool dry cloth wipe away the evidence of our release.

I opened my eyes and tried to give him a glare but my face was to slack from the exhausted state of my body due to the energy draining exercise we had just performed.

“I'm never this tired from sex,” I said almost whining.

“You weren't two months pregnant before,” he replied chuckling as he lifted my legs setting them under the blankets which he also brought up to my chin.

I fought to look into those eyes but focusing was becoming more and more difficult.

“Sleep, Harry. I'll be here when you wake.”

I reached out for him and waited to feel his hand. It took a moment but soon his hand was in mine and then the sound of rustling sheets and the warmth of his body as it laid next to mine set my mind at ease.

“Go' night, Luc.”

“Sweet dreams, Harry.”

The soft warmth and feel of his breath on the back of my neck lulled me into a peaceful sleep.

To Be Continued…..

Sorry it took so long to update. I got some horrible reviews and it kind of put me out of the mood to write. Goddess help, me if I ever get published. Bad reviews in magazines and papers will have me depressed and unable to write for weeks. I suppose in a way it's a good thing because by time I get the urge to write I'm fit to burst with all the ideas in my head.

I have a strange question…

Has anyone seen the 6 Flags commercial, the one with the dancing old guy? Does anyone know what song is playing in the background? I heard it at work today and I really want to download it. I need to know the title or the group/singer that performs it.

Thanks. More coming soon.