[Fic:] Chapter 10 Domestic Life
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 10 Domestic Life
Author :smirkingcat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.562
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
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hp_bunintheoven July prompt 1: Annoyance
Summary: Blaise and Severus’ routine- changes applied.
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC
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.
Having survived the first family meeting, Blaise dared to hope that the second one might go equally well. Equally disastrous at the same time too, because he was certain his mother would not make this easy for either of them.
Blaise had spent the time since then mostly at Spinner’s End, only ever going back to his flat if he needed to. He was aware that Severus was waiting to be shown Zabini Manor, but something was holding him back. Not that he was able to name a reason. Also, sharing Severus’ small bed with him was comforting and reassuring.
On the morning of the twentieth, Blaise woke up and rushed to the toilet before anything else. After he came back out, he looked at Severus with a slightly annoyed expression: “I think your nausea potion is failing,” he mumbled. He walked to the bed in a rather wonky fashion and had to sit down again to fight the dizziness.
“That is to be expected. Especially since you prefer the sleeping potion, so your last dose was a while ago. We shall talk to healer Montgomery about this later today. As I am only a potions master, I can only do so much,” Severus remarked, sounding a little affronted at being accused of his potions failing. Although, he had sat up and was rubbing Blaise’s back in comforting circles.
”I doubt that he will be able to do much either, but at least this stage should be over soon. All that is left then is to become big and look hideous and be laughed at,“ Blaise mumbled. He leaned against Severus, sighing.
”Do not expect me to refute you, when you are behaving like an aggravating prat,“ Severus stated.
Blaise sighed again. He had expected no less. Severus simply did not suffer fools. But right now, he would have preferred to be told that everything would be all right, and that things would not be as bad as he feared them.
”Did you ever consider pregnant women hideous? It is not a look you will be wearing for long, and I am sure we will be able to find ways to help you back into shape. It won‘t be easy, but maybe you should try enjoying the experience,“ Severus said softly, kissing his forehead.
Blaise nodded.
”I‘m just ill-prepared for this,“ Blaise said, closing his eyes. He meant that both of them were ill-prepared for the baby. There were so many things they never talked about, but he didn‘t know how to start those conversations.
”We do not need to be prepared this instant. We talked about this. At the moment it, is important for you to be as comfortable as you can, for us to tell the people who need to know, and for us to get accustomed to living together,“ Severus said sounding so reassuring.
”Do you want to go and see the house after the appointment?“ Blaise asked softly.
He spoke of it frequently to Severus, explaining how many different people had built their vision into each part of the Manor. The building was strange in many of it‘s ways, and Blaise explained also how Severus might like the library and would enjoy harvesting potions ingredients in the conservatory.
It was easy to talk about it, but taking Severus there, worried him. He wasn‘t bothered with the way Severus lived, and Spinner‘s End was by no means the nicest house around. But Severus was an honorary member of the Malfoy family, so it should be easy. It was anything but easy.
”That would be acceptable“, Severus agreed.
Blaise could feel the dark eyes resting on him, but he was not going to move.
Yes, he had hesitated to invite Severus home, but what had been the harm in doing so? Severus was comfortable in his home, and Blaise was too. While a manor house was fantastic to coop up in, living there as a pair... he was not certain how the Malfoys seemed to do it. His mother’s husbands usually stayed in one part, and his mother was in another entirely. And that was if she was even at home.
In a way, there was already so much distance between them that Blaise didn‘t want to further that. Ten years of sex and weekend intimacy did not equal to ten years of having a relationship.
It wasn‘t that they didn‘t talk: they did, and they had. But listening to Severus and Narcissa talking, watching Severus sipping fine wine with Lucius, and seeing him interact with Draco and Harry, while intriguing, also had been unsettling.
Blaise sighed and sunk a bit more against Severus.”All these hormones are driving me mad. Why isn‘t there a potion to make the whole ordeal go by faster? That would be a best seller for certain.“
There was a snorting sound
”Some things can‘t be sped up; aren‘t meant to be sped up.“
”The day you lose your reason is the day I need to start worrying,“ Blaise huffed, though he could not hinder the smile, that spread his lips.
”Let us hope for your sake that that day is still in the distant future.“
Before Blaise could answer, his stomach made it clear that, now that it had settled down, it wanted to be fed again. And so, the both of them got up and dressed for the day. Breakfast was a rather short but comfortable affair: Severus was reading The Prophet and sharing the juicer headlines with him, so that the both of them could mock the author.
Blaise was slowly eating one Digestive after another. He did not particularly care for the dry biscuit, but trial and error had shown that it was the most acceptable thing to eat when his body was having a bad day.
Severus spent the morning after breakfast brewing in his small lab-study.
In the meantime, Blaise was trying to read.
The book shelves at Spinner‘s End were filled with fascinating muggle stories from various countries and years. Severus had once told him that his mother particularly liked German authors from the early twenty century. At the moment, Blaise was trying to read Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. And while the story was compelling, and amazingly well written, his thoughts still drifted to the appointment later that day and all he would soon be unable to do.
And then there was Severus. Ever since the dinner at Malfoy Manor, Blaise had watched him more closely.
In a way, Blaise could see that Severus might have simply accepted what he must feel is a nuisance. But at the same time Blaise was not sure that this was how Severus truly felt and he had no idea what Severus wanted.
He had, however without the slightest hint of hesitation, agreed to keep Blaise, to try this together. There was no doubt that Severus was aware of all the implications this meant, both back then and currently. No, Severus would not quit on him, he believed that. He had to believe that.
Later, at the lunch table Severus was still clearly distracted by his latest project and ingredients. Which, apparently, did not act as they were told by the potions master.
Blaise, who rarely, if ever, had the pleasure to see Severus distracted and slightly aggravated, was amused by the display of mumbling, hastened writing and infuriated scratching. A fluttering in his heart accompanied the amusement, warming him. This was a Severus he had never met before, and he liked him; liked him very much.
They arrived at the healer’s private office a little early for their appointment. Blaise, who either got visited by a doctor at his home, back when he was a child, or had been to St. Mungo‘s had never seen a private healers office, was impressed with the quiet, calm atmosphere. He also liked the assistant, a young blonde witch who was polite and professional in her conduct. She only asked only a few questions and noted down his answers, before handing Blaise a form to fill out. As she showed them to the waiting room, she offered them refreshments, which they both declined, and then vanished.
After the first part of the form was filled out, Blaise needed to elicit Severus‘ help to fill out the medical part of the questionnaire. As he asked the third medical question about potions and what his reactions were to certain ingredients Severus raised an eyebrow and then took the form out of Blaise’s hand to fill it out on his own. Blaise hid his smile well, in his opinion.
Healer Montgomery asked them into his office himself. After a short glance around, Blaise once more had to grant the healer points for taste. The office was neither overbearing nor cold and the tasteful pictures on the wall were balm for Blaise‘s ruffled nerves.
”Good day Mr, Zabini,“ the healer greeted him, offering his hand to him, before greeting Severus with the same curtesy.
”I have already taken the liberty of requesting your files from St. Mungo’s and have read through them. As far as I could conclude at the moment you are progressing normally, but there might be some problems in the future. If you do not mind, I would like to first do a quick check and then I will be able to answer your questions more reliablye.”
Chapter 11: at lj | at dw
Author :
smirkingcatRating: PG-13
Word Count : 1.562
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn all the beta!used for
hp_bunintheoven July prompt 1: AnnoyanceSummary: Blaise and Severus’ routine- changes applied.
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, OOC
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.
Having survived the first family meeting, Blaise dared to hope that the second one might go equally well. Equally disastrous at the same time too, because he was certain his mother would not make this easy for either of them.
Blaise had spent the time since then mostly at Spinner’s End, only ever going back to his flat if he needed to. He was aware that Severus was waiting to be shown Zabini Manor, but something was holding him back. Not that he was able to name a reason. Also, sharing Severus’ small bed with him was comforting and reassuring.
On the morning of the twentieth, Blaise woke up and rushed to the toilet before anything else. After he came back out, he looked at Severus with a slightly annoyed expression: “I think your nausea potion is failing,” he mumbled. He walked to the bed in a rather wonky fashion and had to sit down again to fight the dizziness.
“That is to be expected. Especially since you prefer the sleeping potion, so your last dose was a while ago. We shall talk to healer Montgomery about this later today. As I am only a potions master, I can only do so much,” Severus remarked, sounding a little affronted at being accused of his potions failing. Although, he had sat up and was rubbing Blaise’s back in comforting circles.
”I doubt that he will be able to do much either, but at least this stage should be over soon. All that is left then is to become big and look hideous and be laughed at,“ Blaise mumbled. He leaned against Severus, sighing.
”Do not expect me to refute you, when you are behaving like an aggravating prat,“ Severus stated.
Blaise sighed again. He had expected no less. Severus simply did not suffer fools. But right now, he would have preferred to be told that everything would be all right, and that things would not be as bad as he feared them.
”Did you ever consider pregnant women hideous? It is not a look you will be wearing for long, and I am sure we will be able to find ways to help you back into shape. It won‘t be easy, but maybe you should try enjoying the experience,“ Severus said softly, kissing his forehead.
Blaise nodded.
”I‘m just ill-prepared for this,“ Blaise said, closing his eyes. He meant that both of them were ill-prepared for the baby. There were so many things they never talked about, but he didn‘t know how to start those conversations.
”We do not need to be prepared this instant. We talked about this. At the moment it, is important for you to be as comfortable as you can, for us to tell the people who need to know, and for us to get accustomed to living together,“ Severus said sounding so reassuring.
”Do you want to go and see the house after the appointment?“ Blaise asked softly.
He spoke of it frequently to Severus, explaining how many different people had built their vision into each part of the Manor. The building was strange in many of it‘s ways, and Blaise explained also how Severus might like the library and would enjoy harvesting potions ingredients in the conservatory.
It was easy to talk about it, but taking Severus there, worried him. He wasn‘t bothered with the way Severus lived, and Spinner‘s End was by no means the nicest house around. But Severus was an honorary member of the Malfoy family, so it should be easy. It was anything but easy.
”That would be acceptable“, Severus agreed.
Blaise could feel the dark eyes resting on him, but he was not going to move.
Yes, he had hesitated to invite Severus home, but what had been the harm in doing so? Severus was comfortable in his home, and Blaise was too. While a manor house was fantastic to coop up in, living there as a pair... he was not certain how the Malfoys seemed to do it. His mother’s husbands usually stayed in one part, and his mother was in another entirely. And that was if she was even at home.
In a way, there was already so much distance between them that Blaise didn‘t want to further that. Ten years of sex and weekend intimacy did not equal to ten years of having a relationship.
It wasn‘t that they didn‘t talk: they did, and they had. But listening to Severus and Narcissa talking, watching Severus sipping fine wine with Lucius, and seeing him interact with Draco and Harry, while intriguing, also had been unsettling.
Blaise sighed and sunk a bit more against Severus.”All these hormones are driving me mad. Why isn‘t there a potion to make the whole ordeal go by faster? That would be a best seller for certain.“
There was a snorting sound
”Some things can‘t be sped up; aren‘t meant to be sped up.“
”The day you lose your reason is the day I need to start worrying,“ Blaise huffed, though he could not hinder the smile, that spread his lips.
”Let us hope for your sake that that day is still in the distant future.“
Before Blaise could answer, his stomach made it clear that, now that it had settled down, it wanted to be fed again. And so, the both of them got up and dressed for the day. Breakfast was a rather short but comfortable affair: Severus was reading The Prophet and sharing the juicer headlines with him, so that the both of them could mock the author.
Blaise was slowly eating one Digestive after another. He did not particularly care for the dry biscuit, but trial and error had shown that it was the most acceptable thing to eat when his body was having a bad day.
Severus spent the morning after breakfast brewing in his small lab-study.
In the meantime, Blaise was trying to read.
The book shelves at Spinner‘s End were filled with fascinating muggle stories from various countries and years. Severus had once told him that his mother particularly liked German authors from the early twenty century. At the moment, Blaise was trying to read Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. And while the story was compelling, and amazingly well written, his thoughts still drifted to the appointment later that day and all he would soon be unable to do.
And then there was Severus. Ever since the dinner at Malfoy Manor, Blaise had watched him more closely.
In a way, Blaise could see that Severus might have simply accepted what he must feel is a nuisance. But at the same time Blaise was not sure that this was how Severus truly felt and he had no idea what Severus wanted.
He had, however without the slightest hint of hesitation, agreed to keep Blaise, to try this together. There was no doubt that Severus was aware of all the implications this meant, both back then and currently. No, Severus would not quit on him, he believed that. He had to believe that.
Later, at the lunch table Severus was still clearly distracted by his latest project and ingredients. Which, apparently, did not act as they were told by the potions master.
Blaise, who rarely, if ever, had the pleasure to see Severus distracted and slightly aggravated, was amused by the display of mumbling, hastened writing and infuriated scratching. A fluttering in his heart accompanied the amusement, warming him. This was a Severus he had never met before, and he liked him; liked him very much.
They arrived at the healer’s private office a little early for their appointment. Blaise, who either got visited by a doctor at his home, back when he was a child, or had been to St. Mungo‘s had never seen a private healers office, was impressed with the quiet, calm atmosphere. He also liked the assistant, a young blonde witch who was polite and professional in her conduct. She only asked only a few questions and noted down his answers, before handing Blaise a form to fill out. As she showed them to the waiting room, she offered them refreshments, which they both declined, and then vanished.
After the first part of the form was filled out, Blaise needed to elicit Severus‘ help to fill out the medical part of the questionnaire. As he asked the third medical question about potions and what his reactions were to certain ingredients Severus raised an eyebrow and then took the form out of Blaise’s hand to fill it out on his own. Blaise hid his smile well, in his opinion.
Healer Montgomery asked them into his office himself. After a short glance around, Blaise once more had to grant the healer points for taste. The office was neither overbearing nor cold and the tasteful pictures on the wall were balm for Blaise‘s ruffled nerves.
”Good day Mr, Zabini,“ the healer greeted him, offering his hand to him, before greeting Severus with the same curtesy.
”I have already taken the liberty of requesting your files from St. Mungo’s and have read through them. As far as I could conclude at the moment you are progressing normally, but there might be some problems in the future. If you do not mind, I would like to first do a quick check and then I will be able to answer your questions more reliablye.”
Chapter 11: at lj | at dw
