Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, Mpreg

Pairings: SS/HP and SB/RL

Genres: Romance, Drama, Angst

Summary: Sequel to 'Life, Love and Everything in Between.' Back from their Holiday, Harry and Severus decide its time to tell Sirius and Remus about their relationship and Sirius is not happy. Harry decides he wants more from their relationship, but can Severus provide what he needs?

Chapter Four: Caught Out

Four painful days after Harry's miserable eighteenth birthday, the fever had all but vanished. What remained of the illness however was, in Harry's opinion, much worse. Despite Sirius' efforts to stop Harry from scratching the sore spots, many of them had burst, leaving horrible green and blue scales in their place. But Harry was now in the process of 'shedding his skin' which basically meant that wherever Harry went he was sure to leave a few pieces of flaky reptilian skin behind. And the process of 'shedding' wasn't exactly an easy one either; the scales kept getting caught on his clothes and bed sheets – one wrong movement and the scales were painfully ripped away.

But in spite of all this, Harry was in a particularly cheerful mood as he stood in front of his bedroom mirror, getting himself ready for Bill's wedding.

Harry had never been to a wedding before and he was actually rather looking forward to it. Remus had explained to him that weddings in the wizarding world were very much the same as weddings in the muggle world in that they followed the same rules and traditions (depending on ones religion and culture of course.) At Bill and Fleur's wedding there was to be a ceremony with flowers and hymns, followed by a reception with food and music. In fact the only difference, it seemed, was that everyone was to wear dress robes. Well, everyone except the bride – she would be in a wedding dress.

He finished fastening the silver buttons on his robes and smiled at his reflection. Not bad, he thought. Even with a few of his blue scales showing on his neck he still looked pretty passable for a posh wedding. His dress robes were knee length and were more like a tight-fitting tunic than anything else. They were a similar colour to his normal dress robes Mrs Weasley had bought for him back in his fourth year, a dark bottle green that did indeed bring out his eyes. He also had on a pair of smart black trousers and a silver belt, but had chosen not to wear a shirt underneath as it was sure to do nothing but aggravate his sensitive skin.

As he admired himself in the mirror he found himself picturing what his own wedding would be like; he'd like to get married outside, perhaps at sunset or in the evening under the stars. And there'd be flowers, lots and lots of flowers of all colours and varieties, and maybe some fairy lights dotted about here and there in the bushes, and a beautiful lit-up fountain behind the alter where Severus and –

He immediately cut off that train of thought. He wouldn't allow himself to dream. Severus would never agree to get married.

Harry sighed. It wasn't like Harry needed to get married or anything. Really. He was perfectly content with what he had right now. He and Severus were still in the 'getting to know you' phase of their relationship and Harry was enjoying every second of it. Marriage should be the last thing on his mind. But it couldn't hurt to wonder, could it? He imagined everyone had fantasised about their wedding at some point, even Severus.

A sudden flash of emerald light brought Harry back to his surroundings and he turned to find that Severus had just arrived via the floo network. Like Harry, he was wearing a tunic over a pair of pants, although his were in his usual colour.

"Black, Severus?" Harry questioned. "We're going to a wedding, not a funeral."

"It's a Weasley wedding," he pointed out. "There is nothing good about a Weasley getting married. It only means they will end up breeding and populating the Earth with more red-headed children."

"You never know, they could be blonde this time," Harry smiled. Severus just scowled.

Harry turned back to the mirror and looked himself over again.

"You don't think I look like Robin Hood do you?" he asked, turning from side to side.

"Robin Hood?" Severus raised an eyebrow. "You mean that thief in muggle legend?"

"He wasn't a thief," Harry said.

"He stole from the rich."

"And gave to the poor," Harry countered.

"He still stole," Severus said with a smirk. Harry turned to look at him and he saw Severus roll his eyes. "You look beautiful, Harry," he said; "Very debonair."

"Debonair?"

"Yes. Debonair." Severus grinned. "Do you need me to bring you a thesaurus so you can look it up?"

Harry chose to ignore that last comment and smiled and turned once more to the mirror. In it's reflection he saw Severus come up behind him and place a kiss a top of Harry's head as he wrapped his arms around his waist. Harry sighed and relaxed in his arms. He couldn't help but notice how right they looked together and he found himself lost in imagining once more what his special day could be like. Severus must have given it some thought, he told himself. What person attends a wedding and doesn't even think about it a teeny tiny bit?

Harry smiled at Severus' reflection and pressed a kiss to the man's chin. He reckoned he would be perfectly happy to just stay like this forever, locked peacefully in his lover's arms. Just as that thought was passing through Harry's head, Severus straightened up and pulled away.

"I don't see why I have to go to this ridiculous wedding," he was saying. "It's not as if I actually like either of them."

"You were invited," Harry replied, trying not to feel too sad about the loss of body contact. "It's only polite that you show up."

Severus scoffed. "I was only invited because the rest of the Order was invited. I doubt it'll make very much difference whether I choose to show or not."

"I want you there," Harry said, reaching out an arm to pull Severus back to him who, in turn, allowed Harry to give him a quick kiss on the lips before continuing.

"Apart from your annoying friends, no one even knows we're together. You'll be on one side of the room, drinking wine and enjoying yourself, and I'll be on the other, stuck with Dumbledore discussing muggles and the weather."

"People know we're friends," Harry pointed out. "There's nothing wrong with friends talking to each other."

"Yes," said Severus. "But when has Severus Snape ever been polite enough to talk to a friend?"

"Just come," Harry said, silently pleading, "You'll have a good time in the end, I promise."

Severus snorted in amusement. "If I do get to come then I definitely will be having a good time."

It took a moment for Harry to realise what the man actually meant by that and when he did, he blushed and hit Severus on the arm.

"And I thought I was the dirty minded one," said Harry. He didn't know why but he always seemed to get a bit flustered whenever Severus made suggestive comments. He supposed it was because he was still used to the man being the reserved, straight-talking man he had found himself attracted to in the first place.

"You look so innocent when you blush," Severus told him with a grin. Before Harry could think of a reply, Severus leaned in and captured Harry's lips with his in a soft, sensual kiss and it wasn't long before he had Harry moaning and pressing closer. When he brought a hand up to Harry's neck though, the younger man jumped away with a sharp gasp.

"What's wrong?" Severus asked, suddenly worried.

"Nothing," said Harry, rubbing his neck, "You just…caught a scale."

"I'm sorry," Severus laughed. He then checked the watch on his wrist. "I best be going," he said. "There are potions that need my attention."

"I'll see you at the wedding then?" Harry asked.

"I suppose," Severus sighed. "But you owe me."

Harry just smiled brightly.

Harry, Sirius and Remus apparated to The Burrow and joined the Weasley children and Hermione in the living room to await the moment the portkey would be activated. Arrangements had already been made with the French Ministry about the number of witches and wizards travelling to France for the wedding and legal documentations, such as passports, weren't needed on this occasion.

Most of the guests would be travelling back home after the reception, or else staying in nearby hotels or the Delacour mansion itself. Harry knew that Sirius and Remus had already arranged for the three of them to stay over in a muggle hotel; he was also pretty sure Dumbldore would be there as well, although how the old man planned to blend in to a muggle crowd, Harry didn't know.

At one minute to 11, Remus stood up and told everyone to gather round. Harry did so and placed a finger on the cushion that was to transport them. There was idle chatter as everyone stood and Harry braced himself for the uncomfortable feeling that came with using such magical transportation. It came and Harry screwed his eyes tight shut until he felt himself hit the floor.

When he opened them again, his mouth fell open. Ron had been right to describe this place as a palace. The great white building in front of him was no way near as big as Hogwarts but it was definitely bigger than any other house Harry had ever seen and it immediately put him in mind of the fictional fairy tale castles he'd read about when he had been attending his muggle primary school. The building boasted a number of turrets and spiral towers and the surrounding lawn was trimmed to perfection. Beyond the gates, he could see fruit trees and brightly coloured flowers blooming in the ground. He almost expected to see rabbits and butterflies and maybe a rainbow in the sky.

"Who does she think she is? Cinderella?" Harry heard Hermione say. The others gave her a funny look. "A muggle – " she began to explain, then sighed and shook her head, "Never mind."

"Come on," said Fred, stepping towards the gate, "Lets go and find Mum and Dad."

Inside, they were greeted by Mr and Mrs Weasley and Bill. Once they'd been given a quick tour (and Remus had dropped of their things at the hotel they would be staying in) they were brought into a large room where they were introduced to the Delacour family. Fleur's mother could very well have been mistaken for an older sister; she was tall, slim, and blonde and instantly reminded Harry of Narcissa Malfoy. Madame Delacour however was much nicer to talk to and she possessed a caring, motherly nature that Harry had always found in Mrs Weasley. Fleur's father was also of slim build, although more masculine, and he was darker in features than that of his wife. Then there was Fleur's older sister, Alina, who was definitely her father's daughter; she wasn't as slim as her mother and had dark eyes and long dark hair; she smirked at Hermione when they were introduced who pretended she hadn't noticed. Next there was Gabrielle who they had already met – she gave Harry a shy smile and he smiled back. Lastly, he was introduced to Elroy and Jacques, the younger brothers Ron had mentioned to them after his visit at Christmas. They, too, were blonde and slim. Harry suspected it must have been the family's veela ancestry.

Once the introductions were out of the way, there was nothing much to do but wait for the wedding ceremony to begin.

Severus walked with Dumbledore as they joined the rest of the guests making their way from the ceremony hall to the reception area. He couldn't quite believe he had just wasted an entire hour watching two people get married. What was worse was he was now faced with spending the rest of the afternoon and evening watching the happy couple celebrate.

He supposed it had been a rather nice wedding, if you liked that sort of thing. Far too romantic for him though. He didn't see the point in making such a big fuss about something as trivial as a wedding, especially a Weasley wedding. Many of the brides relatives were teary-eyed and kept blowing their noses on handkerchiefs. Severus had never understood why people got so emotional at weddings; he just didn't see what there was to cry about. It wasn't as if someone had died or had come down with some dreadful disease. Pity.

He sat down at one of the round tables, vaguely aware of the assorted pink and white decorations; streamers, banners, and balloons were all scattered about the room (rather elegantly, he had had to admit) and there were place mats at each table with the names of the guests on. Heart shaped confetti was gently falling from the ceiling, disappearing before they made contact with anything, much like the snow in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Dumbledore and the other teachers were commenting on it joyfully, saying how lovely everything looked, and how lovely the ceremony had been, and how lovely it was to see two young people in love. Severus scowled. Then he noticed the free bar. Lovely.

He got up and made his way over to it and ordered a scotch.

There had been a point when Severus would have hated himself for drinking, but ever since he'd been with Harry he'd found himself relaxing enough to allow himself a casual drink. It felt good knowing that he could enjoy a drink without something bad happening. When they had been in Rome he had took great pleasure in their 'nights on the town'. When he was with Harry it almost felt like he was reliving a part of his school years that he had never gotten around to experiencing.

Without thanking the bar man, he picked up his scotch and made his way back over to the table he had been seated at. As he squeezed passed some more emotional French relatives he noticed Harry being greeted by some unknown redheads. Probably distant Weasleys, he thought with shudder. He'd never imagined he'd be in a room full of them.

He sat down whilst keeping an eye on Harry. His heart ached as he watched his young lover walk away and join his friends. Over the passed few weeks he'd grown accustomed to having Harry around. When they were together it seemed as though they were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered, but being at this wedding and being on opposite sides of the room brought it all screaming back – almost everyone in this room thought Harry was single. Severus fought hard to keep his jealously from showing.

Slowly, he turned his eyes away from Harry and looked at his fellow colleagues. Resigned to the fact that it was going to be a long night, he picked up his glass and downed his drink in one.

"Professor Snape," Harry voice was cheerful. "Hi. You enjoying yourself?"

Severus turned to look at Harry and smiled.

"I am having a fabulous time thanks to this bottle of vodka," he informed him, holding up the bottle. "Try some."

Harry raised an eyebrow and turned to the other professors. "How much has he had?" he asked with a slight snicker.

"We're all just letting our hair down and enjoying ourselves, young Harry," Dumbledore said merrily. "Alas, it is not everyday we get to see our dear potions teacher in such a good mood."

Harry chuckled and was about to slide himself into the spare chair when Severus grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him into his lap. Harry yelped in surprise but the others just laughed, although Harry suspected they were laughing at Severus' state and not the situation in itself.

"You really are drunk," Harry commented, reaching out a hand to steady himself on the table.

"And you seem awfully sober," Severus replied. "Here, down that." He pushed the vodka bottle into his hand.

Harry lifted it to his noise and sniffed and he was fairly certain he felt his brain screw itself into a ball – it actually hurt to smell it. "That stinks," he said as he pushed it away, but Severus pushed it back at him.

"You're supposed to drink it, not sniff it," he snickered. "Go on."

He knew he was going to regret it but he took a tiny sip anyway. As soon as the liquid touched his tongue he immediately brought his hand to his mouth and coughed, feeling his eyes water.

"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted," he said between coughing. "How can you drink that?"

"It's free," was all Severus said. Then he smirked. "Just add some orange juice to it and you'll be fine. Come on." And before he knew what was going on he was being dragged by his hand across to the bar. "Vodka and orange for Mr Potter please," Severus said to the bar man. He turned to Harry and said with a wicked smile, "We are going to get you nice and drunk."

"Congratulations on the wedding. Please don't have any children."

Harry tried hard not to giggle but when you've had four vodka and oranges and a pretty hefty number of cocktails it's hard to control yourself. He laughed so much he had tears coming out of his eyes and it was quite a while before he managed to calm himself down, no thanks to Severus. Bill just stood there, watching the whole thing with a cheerful, if somewhat bemused, expression on his face.

"What Severus means is, it was a lovely ceremony and we wish you both the best of luck."

"No I don't," Severus said, "I really do mean don't have any children."

"You don't mean that," Harry said to Severus, then turned to Bill, "He doesn't mean that. We want you to have lots and lots of babies and send them all to Hogwarts."

"I don't think you two should drink anymore," said Bill smiling at them.

"Why not?" asked Severus, then his eyes grew wide. "Have they started charging at the bar? Run, Harry, run! Get the vodka!"

Harry burst out laughing again and staggered away from Severus and Bill and back over to the teachers table. He collapsed into Severus' chair still shaking uncontrollably with laughter. He didn't even know why he was laughing. Bloody alcohol. He laughed harder.

"Oh dear, I think someone's had a bit too much," said a voice Harry recognised as McGonagall's. Somewhere in Harry's head it registered how weird it was to have his former teachers see him drunk, but that thought was immediately forgotten when Severus joined them with a fresh batch of drinks.

He sat down next to Harry and dished out the drinks to the others gathered at the table. He then raised his glass in a toast.

"To Harry Potter," he said. "He's a damn annoying little brat."

"Hey!" Harry whined. "I am not annoying. Nor am I little."

Severus grinned and downed his drink in one. He watched Harry expectantly as the boy drank his. Once he'd finished he leaned in and whispered, "Wanna get out of here?"

Harry giggled. "Lead the way."

Once Severus had gotten the door to his hotel room unlocked, they both stumbled across the room, lips fixed on lips in a clumsy kiss. Harry's hands worked on the buttons of Severus' shirt (his tunic had gone 'missing' at some point during the evening) and the moment his hands felt skin, his mouth descended and attached itself to a hard nipple. Severus gasped and the backs of his knees hit the bed and he tumbled backwards. Hopping on one foot and then the other, Harry pulled off his shoes and socks and threw them across the room.

The hotel was a rather modern one and Severus' room was 20 floors up. The room contained twin beds, a wardrobe and chest of drawers, and a snack and mini bar. Harry's eyes, however, were drawn to the large window opposite that stretched from floor to ceiling and took up the entire width of the room.

Forgetting for the moment about Severus, Harry walked over to the window and looked out. The whole of the city was visible from here, all lit up in different colours under the stars. Harry realised he didn't actually know where about in France he was, but its city lights were amazing. He loved the city. So noisy and full of life.

Man, I am really drunk, he thought with a giggle.

"Why are you more interested in looking out of that window than you are in me?" Severus asked.

Harry laughed and turned his back to the window. Then, with a smirk, he slowly started to undress himself. Severus was still, his eyes fixed hungrily on the movement of Harry's hands.

Once he'd finished with the buttons on his tunic he dropped it on the ground and moved his hands to the fastenings of his trousers. He vaguely remembered that he was covered in scales (indeed, some of them had dropped to the floor with his tunic) but right now he was much too full of alcohol to let such a thing bother him. His trousers pooled at his ankles and he kicked them off; he sighed slightly as he felt the cool air on his skin. Then, with another smirk, he turned round so that his back was to Severus and pulled off his boxers. Harry heard the other man moan and he grinned to himself but then jumped when he felt hands on his hips. Then lips were on his shoulders, so softly, and hands were on his cock, and Harry's eyes had drifted shut. He was already fully erect and he knew he wouldn't last.

He twisted around in Severus arms and leaned his back against the window.

"Fuck me," he whispered and his eyes shone with passion. "Fuck me hard."

"My pleasure," Severus smirked.

Harry awoke in a tangle of sheets, lying horizontally across the single bed. He groaned and tried to move his head slowly so that he could take in his surroundings. He wasn't entirely sure where he was or how he had gotten there. All he knew was that his body ached.

He rolled over and his arm hit something solid. He cracked open an eye and saw that Severus was sleeping at the top of the bed. Harry smiled when the memory of their late night activities came back to him. They'd made such fools of themselves. But, Harry thought to himself, it was all in good fun. It had actually been a pretty good night and he definitely wouldn't mind a few.

He yawned and rolled back over. He felt a little groggy but it was nothing a good breakfast and fresh air wouldn't cure. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he sat up. He stopped and stared. Then he rubbed his eyes again. Shit.

Albus Dumbledore was sleeping in the next bed.

He hadn't been there the night before. Had he?

Gathering the sheets around him, Harry crawled to the top of the bed and shook Severus awake.

"Wha…?"

"You didn't tell me you were sharing a room with Dumbledore!" Harry hissed at him. Harry watched as realisation dawned on Severus' face.

"Shit," he muttered. He sat up slowly and looked over at the sleeping elder man.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry hissed again.

"How am I supposed to remember every little thing when I am pissed out of my head?" Severus snapped.

"You could have told me before you got drunk!"

"How was I to know we were going to end up in bed together?"

"Because we usually do!"

"Alright, alright," said Severus, rubbing his head, "There's no need to get angry. We just need to…think."

"Think? Think. Ok, think, I can do that. Ok, ok. He's asleep." He looked at Severus. "Do you think he noticed me?"

"Well, considering the fact that he wasn't there when we arrived here last night, yeah, I'm pretty sure he's noticed you!"

"Don't yell," Harry hissed, "You'll wake him up!"

"I'm already awake," said a deep voice. Oh shit.

A/N: As usual, sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I do try to catch them all but some always end up escaping!

And yes, I know you all want to read about the hot, steamy sex, but I really don't want to risk it. A friend of mine got banned the other week for writing a graphic sex scene in his fic so I there's no way I'm taking the chance. If, however, I do post these fics somewhere else so that I can include the scenes, I promise you'll all be the first to know, lol.

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