Title: Stoic Endurance
Summary: Hell hath no fury like that of a hormonal Harry.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. These characters are not mine, no profit is made.
Challenge: Scenario A - Harry is pregnant. But his hormones are running wild and he has become a naughty little wizard. Tormenting Severus and all others around him! How will Hogwarts handle a devilish Harry?
Sub-challenges: C, D, and E
Another jar flies through the air, landing with startling precision next to Severus.
Bright green eyes, flashing with tears of fury, stare back at him challengingly.
"Take it back!" he hisses, the air crackling around them, ready to scream.
"This has gone on long enough," Severus says. He has faced countless terrors before.
The sight of Harry in a full hormonal rage is one that he fears daily.
"I'm sorry," he says finally when Harry grabs a bottle containing a rare potion.
"You look breathtaking, not an extra ounce to be seen."
Harry smiles; placated once more.
Harry stared balefully at the baby shower invitation, stamped with the Malfoy crest.
"But..." he started to say. Severus looked at him, one eyebrow arched slightly.
"You know you must," he said over a stack of partially graded tests.
"No, I damn well don't!" Harry said sharply. "Give me one reason why I should go!"
Severus put his quill down tiredly, resisting the urge to snap it in half.
"You will go, not just because it would rude to refuse the offer, but as a favor to me."
Harry crossed his arms over his bump and huffed, scowling most impressively.
"Pink and blue are so cliché," Harry murmured, his chin propped in one hand.
"Indeed," Severus said, glancing at the catalogue that he was holding.
"Isn't there a way to transfigure the colors?" Harry said distractedly. Severus chuckled.
"Yes, but you claimed that magic wasn't the solution to everything and threw the book out."
Harry looked up at him, his lower lip wobbling ever so delicately. Severus moved closer.
"I can get you another, so don't fret," he said, brushing a kiss over his lips slowly.
Harry smiled, resting his head back against his warm chest. "Thank you," he whispered.
"I don't care," Harry said, ignoring the sigh of exasperation.
"I assure you, it's perfectly normal for others to want to try..." he started to say.
"I'm not public property," Harry sniffed, glaring at him. "And I refuse to be treated like..."
Severus looked at him, his eyes flitting down to the rapidly swelling bump. "Like...?"
"Like a good luck statue...a Buddha!" Harry said grumpily.
Severus blinked, and then smirked faintly. "Rubbed for luck?"
"Yes! And I don't like it!" Harry yelled. Severus nodded, resting his hand carefully.
"And if I do so?" he asked. Harry relaxed under his hand.
Harry lay back on the bed, exhausted and drained from the birth.
Severus walked around the infirmary, a swaddled bundle in his arms.
"Yes, you've made it," he said, keeping his voice soft as the infant fussed.
"Pity though, you've inherited the Potter hair it seems," he added.
"Better my hair than your beak of a nose," Harry snapped, struggling to sit up.
"Hush and lay back," Severus ordered him, unfazed by his words.
Harry scoffed, doing so, watching Severus rock their son. "Sit with me?"
Severus sat beside him, the baby nestled carefully. Harry looked at Severus, smiling slightly.