A/N: Alright, so here's my little experiment... I want to find songs that I think fit different aspects of Severus and Harry in a relationship... a very slashy, very male on male relationship. Angsty, comforting, loving, wooing, lost, lonely, slight drama... life the way only harry and Severus could live it... through song. I love music, and I lover the pairing, so I'm putting them together to make myself a collection of song fics that I can only hope readers will enjoy. Should you have any song suggestions, I will welcome them and see what I can do. You'll even get the credit for your suggestions.
Warnings: Slash, male on male lovin', don't like, use that ever lovely back button, or do the nice thing if you hate but continue reading and don't flame the fic. Uhhmm... all kinds of relationshippy kinds of things from kissing and cuddling to touching and possibly limey or lemony hints depending on what the song shows me for that couple. And possible, though very few, curses.
Disclaimers: I hereby declare that I in no way, shape, form, or fashion own anything related to Harry Potter and the world in which he so luckily resides. The only things I own... are the plot bunnies who bug me daily. I also do not own the song, that belongs to its writers and songbirds. The song for today is 'I Know How the River Feels' By Diamond Rio.
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They say for everyone, there's that certain one
Out there, somewhere
I'd been looking hard, searching every heart
Getting nowhere
Didn't know I was making my way to you
It was foolish; he knew that better than anyone, after all, hadn't he been searching for 'the one' most of his life? He'd thought it'd been Lily Evans, the only person who seemed to see him, Severus, beyond the mask of the shunned Slytherin nobody. In the end, even she hadn't cared enough to truly come to understand him.
Sure, he'd built walls.. they were his defense against all that threatened to harm him. He'd not even built them to keep people out, far from that if truth be told, no he'd built them up carefully just to see who cared enough to climb over them and stay there, inside of those walls as both defender and lover. He needed both and more.
After her, he'd made many mistakes in choosing the best candidates for somebody to call his own. It wasn't until one messy-haired imp came into his life that he felt the first stirrings of hope... and wished that he could deny what he was feeling with ever bone in his body. That; however, annoyed him by not even remotely working.
Now I know how the river feels
When it reaches the sea
And finally finds the place
It was always meant to be
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journey's through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels
He was an abused orphan, meant to bear the burdens of the world on a surprizingly solid pair of thin, malnourished shoulders. His attempts at finding a love to call his own were all epic failures. It was no surprise really, as none his age, or close to it, could ever truly understand and love every part of him. Harry was bequeathed a monumental task and spent years secretly honing his power, and training his arse off in as many styles of combat as he could possibly learn before time for the final battle arrived.
He'd demanded himself out of Dumbledore's foolishly sentimental wishes that he have some kind of childhood. As far as Harry was concerned, he'd never been a child. The only one who seemed to truly understand that, and never let him lose focus on what was most important in life, was his snarky bat of a potions professor.
No matter how many times he tried to push it out of his mind, and out of his foolishly hopeful heart, Harry could not deny the feelings that swirled chaotically within him whenever the older man was near. There was simply no denying that he wanted to be with Severus Snape with all of his being, everything that made him Harry.
It didnt matter that Severus was harsh with him, it was a role the velveteen voiced spy had to play. It didn't matter that he had to wait to make a move until he reached the age of maturity... and it didn't matter how many lonely nights he spent hoping, wishing, yearning, needing, loving the man from afar. It was worth all of that and more to Harry if he could just spend a little more time with the man each day that passed.
Miles of loneliness, now make perfect sense
Here beside you
Tears like water fall, it was worth it all
Just to find you
And yours are the last arms I'll run to
Now I know how the river feels
When it reaches the sea
And finally finds the place
It was always meant to be
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journey's through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels
It was bliss incarnate; being able to cuddle in one another's arms in post-orgasmic harmony, amid a tangle of blankets, sheets, and relaxed and satisfied limbs. It was beautiful, their union, in that achingly gorgeous sort of way that everyone wished they could achieve. It was the simple sort of magic created between two halves of the same whole when there was unimaginable joy and love found in one another, and in the joining of those two halves.
Severus was truly happy for the first time he could remember, laying there with his new little husband in his embrace. He loved that Harry curled around him, as if both protecting and seeking protection all at once. And, oh, the love he felt coming from the younger male was exactly what he'd been searching for, exactly what he'd been missing. Harry fit like the missing piece in the jigsaw puzzle that was the life of Severus Snape and he LOVED it, and Harry, forever.
Harry was whole, laying here, with Severus curled contentedly with him in their pleasantly tangled pile of sated limbs. He could clearly, above all else, feel the love that the older man held for him. It was real, true, alive, and more welcome than his favorite treacle tarts. It was a high that he'd never gotten flying on his broom, this soaring on the wings of love. Severus was his missing piece, the other half of his heart that he'd been missing sorely. Now that he was completed, here with his husband, he would never be broken again.
Voldemort was gone, the casualties lower than any had expected, the wizarding and muggle worlds safe and sound once more, and the media at large told to go screw themselves and keep their big honking beaks out of the savior's business and personal life. It was the only thanks he'd ask for, and demand.
One last interview had been given, to Luna for the Quibbler. She was the only one Harry and Severus allowed to have rights over their story. Riled the other publications up, of course, as it skyrocketed the popularity of the oddball magazine, but neither man cared as the airy young woman was the only one they'd trust to print the truth, word for word.
Their only cares in the world were one another, and living the life they'd dreamed about separately, and yet together, as two halves of the same whole. They'd finally done it-- found their soulmate-- and now neither would ever let go of the other until death came for them. And until then, there was life to be lived and love to be shared...
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journey's through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels
Oh, I know how the river feels
A/N: Sorry for any possible rambling as it's what happens when it's been a long nigth for me... it is... 2:52 am right now and I must still edit this fic before I post it... just lemme know what you think, whether you loved or hated it.... but there'd best be a reason you hated it. And yeah, I'm known for OOC characters, so please excuse it, but I can only hope I didn't go overboard with OOCness.
Anyways... done editing at 3:05 am, and about to post this for you guys1 Love ya! Hope you enjoyed reading! Bye now! ^_^ -A.O.C.-