Rating: M/NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended – Standard disclaimer.
Warnings: SS/HP; foul language and explicit sexual content between two males – slash; angst; spoilers; AR.
Words: ~12,000
Chapter 3: Something Right
By Dani-ko
Beta'd by WithDemonWings
Harry peeked into Severus' private office, partially expecting not to see him there – since it was Saturday – but as usual, there the man was, in front of his work table, brewing something. Harry smiled tenderly. In the end, Severus was very predictable. Without making a noise, the young man approached Severus, surrounded his middle with both arms and snuggled against his back tightly. Severus tensed, but relaxed almost immediately and leaned into Harry embrace.
"One ought to expect that after seven years of magical education, you would know not to surprise a man with dangerous instruments in his hands," he commented, waving his silver spoon, but his tone was warm and – Harry dared to hope – fond. The young man grinned and buried his face further into Severus' back, inhaling deeply the scent of the other.
"And one ought to expect that after a week of dating, you would finally kiss me," Harry counteracted, trying to imitate Severus smooth speech; it didn't work.
Even so, a tell-tale blush made its way to Severus' hollow cheeks. Never one to back down from a challenge, he cleaned his hands on his apron and, as Harry loosened is hold, he turned around. He placed one hand on Harry's forearm and wrapped his other arm loosely around Harry's shoulders; the hand on Harry's arm squeezed lightly, as if seeking reassurance, and then made its way towards the young man's cheek. Harry blushed at the hesitance and tenderness of the touch, and his eyes drifted close.
Finally, he felt the weight of two lips―pressing against his forehead. He sighed, disappointed and exasperated, even if he knew full well that he shouldn't press the issue; Severus would kiss him when he felt ready for it. Even if, by the looks of it, Harry would probably have to wait another three years.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked at last, not breaking the embrace. It settled Harry somewhat. He smiled.
"I came to visit Hermione," he explained, leaning into the hand caressing his cheek. "We always have lunch together on the second of May." 'It is the anniversary of the war already?' Severus would've been happy to forget about it. Under his absent gaze, Harry began fidgeting with the back of his robes and, when he finally looked up, his dashing eyes were shining with longing. After a fleeting moment of hesitation, Harry proceeded, "Actually, I came down here to ask you if you wanted to spend the evening with me."
"Why?" that was what Severus asked, unable to help himself. It's not that he didn't wish for Harry's company, but it still amazed him, and scared him silly if he was honest with himself – which he wasn't – that such a delectable, powerful, young wizard was remotely interested in him romantically and, if the thing poking him on the thigh – the one Harry thought he hadn't noticed – was of any indication, physically too.
As he was assaulted by a very vivid imagery of why he wanted Severus company, Harry licked his dry lips, but composed himself right away, not wanting to upset his – well, he was yet to be sure of what they were and, so, he answered the question he had been asked half-truthfully, "Because I don't want to be alone today and I'm guessing that neither do you."
One can't argue with the truth, Severus thought. He nodded once, pushing Harry away gently. Even after a week, it didn't get old how Severus was so careful and gentle in his touches and still refused to express his feelings verbally – or in any other way, actually – or started any contact himself. It would have been enough to upset Harry, had he not recently got some insight on Severus' persona.
"I thought you would be going to the Ministry's ceremony," Severus commented, prompting Harry to explain why he wasn't going. Harry flashed him a beautiful smile, hinting, rather bluntly, that Severus was part of the reason, but still looked down awkwardly, as if he was feeling guilty about thinking so.
"I don't want to go, so I won't go." Severus seemed surprised; the Harry he used to know would put everyone's wishes above his own. At least, Severus had made Harry confident enough to stand up for himself like he used to, he thought proudly. "So, will you?" Harry repeated. Slowly and hesitantly, the older man touched Harry's cheek with a single finger.
"I see no reason to deny you," he conceded. "Although, you have to wait for a moment. I've been brewing all day, I must shower," he grimaced, "my hair and skin feel disgusting." Harry blinked in surprise, but looked away immediately, afraid of offending the man. Severus was looking at him with a calculating look, though Harry didn't notice. There was a voice in Severus' head – sounding awfully like a conscience – that begged him to shut up and don't pursue that line of thought, but as he was prone to do, he ignored it. "Mr. Potter," he called, "you obviously wish to say something." Harry blushed embarrassed.
"No, it's nothing," he was quick to reply.
"I'm sure it must have something to do with my hair," Severus insisted, straightening his back and looming over Harry. Somehow, the intimidating display spurred Harry into action; he looked straight into Severus' eyes and pointed a finger at him.
"You are trying to bait me," he stated, firmly. Severus' face didn't betray a thing, but his heart-beat increased exponentially. Harry continued, "Well, let me tell you that it won't work; so, unless you specifically tell me to bugger off – and we both know you won't because I really think you like me – we are together now." Severus relaxed slightly and ignored how his conscience was practically glowing with smugness. Apparently, Harry was encouraged by what he saw. "I never thought the potions' fumes affected your looks, but I wouldn't care even if they didn't." Harry approached the other man and kissed his cheek, lingering a bit. "Besides, I do think you're sexy and handsome."
Severus nodded once, but seemed unable to speak. Of their own volition, his arms surrounded Harry, and he held the young man awkwardly. The gesture clearly said, 'I apologise; I'll work it out.' It was enough to satisfy Harry.
"We may meet at your house, if you so wish," the older man said, after a moment, and Harry heard a whole new number of things in that sentence that had nothing to do with the literal meaning of the words. Harry smiled and kissed Severus' cheek again.
"No, I can wait here," Harry argued, "I just have to go to Hermione's quarters—"
"You could spend some more time with Ms. Granger, and I shall join you shortly," Severus suggested, nonchalantly, but they both knew better. Harry's eyes lit up in appreciation and affection, knowing that this was Severus' way of telling him that he didn't mind other people knowing about their relationship, which was a gigantic step for them both.
"Okay," Harry acceded and left the room, sparing Severus a smile right before he crossed the doorway. Shaking himself out of his fantasy-induced stupor, Severus went to do what he had planned. As such, about half-an-hour, Severus had finished his ablutions and was limping up the stairs, heading towards Hermione Granger's quarters.
When he approached the door, he heard the unmistakable sound of Minerva, Remus and George's voices. He sighed, knowing that there was no way out of this. Damn Gryffindors. He knocked. Promptly, hurried steps could be heard and Granger opened the door, blushing and looking like she didn't believe he was really standing there. Severus decided that he was almost glad for his training as a spy, because it was the only thing preventing from blushing under the hungry gaze of the four Gryffindors.
"I'm here for Harry, Ms. Granger—" he tried to say, but she interrupted him, by waving her hands in front of his face.
"Please, professor, come in," she invited in a rush. "Can I get you something? Tea? Coffee?" Severus quirked an eyebrow at her, but said nothing. Why would Granger be so nervous when she was usually such a confident young woman? He stepped inside nonetheless and stood next to Harry and James; the older Potter smiled lightly at him.
"You can sit, you know, Severus?" Minerva said, and the smugness in her voice was impossible to miss.
"She wants you to like her," Remus offered, from across the room, pointing Hermione with his head, when he noticed Severus' eyes darting in confusion. The Potions Master pondered asking why, but then he remembered how he had felt the first time Lily introduce him to someone she liked and wisely shut up. He sat down and leaned back against the seat, crossing his legs in front of him.
"I would accept tea, Ms. Granger," he offered mildly. She smiled brightly, poured him black tea, with no milk or sugar, and handed him the cup. "Thank you." Silence set in the room, until it was broken by Minerva's chuckling.
"How do you feel, Severus, trapped in the lions' den?"
"Uncomfortable," he replied, matter-of-factly. Harry outright laughed, while Remus chuckled and Hermione and George just smiled lightly, obviously unsure about how to act.
"Hum, sorry, professor," Hermione said, just as helpful as she had been at fourteen. "Draco usually comes, but this year he's at a Healers convention, so we are meeting next week for dinner. You could join us," she invited brightly, as if she suddenly had an epiphany. "I'm sure Harry was planning on bringing you anyway—"
"Ms. Granger," Severus interrupted her rant abruptly and turned to Harry, "Did I misunderstand when you told me we would be spending the evening at your home?" Harry blushed embarrassed, as if he feared he had exaggerated, but shook his head in denial at Severus' question. Minerva snickered and George smirked wickedly.
"So eager," he taunted. Severus glared at them and pretended not to notice the innuendo. Turning towards Harry once again and seeing that the boy was distressed, Severus was quick to spare him a fleeting smile to show that he was not upset. "We don't bite, Professor," George said, sulking slightly when his amazing humour was ignored; he obviously thought he was losing a good opportunity to taunt his teacher and get away with it.
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley, for the update," Severus replied dryly. Remus and Minerva chuckled. In that moment, Severus attention was brought towards Harry, who had stood up and began talking hurriedly with Hermione, further to the side, while the woman held James. The young man looked at him and Severus quirked an eyebrow questioningly.
"I'll leave James with Mione today—" Harry started to say, but Severus interrupted him, frowning.
"Is there any particular reason for doing so?" Surely Harry didn't expect them to get―intimate. The young man opened his mouth to speak, blushing bright red, but Severus proceeded, "If it's because of me, I assure you I have no issues with your child." He paused. "Now, if you please." Severus got up and gestured for Harry to pick up James. Soon enough, the three of them were all set and biding the others goodbye.
Severus pretended not to notice the warning stares he was receiving, even if he couldn't help but to glare defensively.
They walked through the grounds in silence, but this time it was an awkward one. After a moment, Harry started to fidget with James' blue carrier. Severus sighed heavily and put a hand on Harry's shoulder to still him, which the boy did, turning around to face Severus' directly.
"I have the feeling that you are upset, Mr. Potter," Severus commented. Harry looked away, but then lifted his gaze firmly.
"You don't want to be alone with me," Harry accused, but it was not true.
"No, I merely think it's exaggerated to leave your child with someone else," the older wizard replied. "He does sleep, does he not?" Obviously relieved, Harry laughed, and Severus found himself sparing him a discreet smile. "I just don't wish for you to cut on the time you spend with your child because of me." Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Severus cut him off. "Perhaps you are under the impression that I hate children?" He phrased it as a question. Harry blushed slightly.
"You are not exactly quiet about it," Harry pointed out, matter-of-factly. Severus gave him a look.
"I do not hate children," he stressed out. "I must confess I have little patience for teenagers, and students even less, but I do not hate them—" For the first time, Harry saw Severus hesitate. "—and let's not forget that your child is not any child." Severus' eyes became very open when he said that and Harry could see the truth in his words.
As appreciation and encouraged by Severus' words, Harry pecked him on the lips. Severus tensed, but didn't pull away. James giggled, bringing them back to reality. While Harry grinned awkwardly, Severus cleared his throat and waved a hand towards the road to Hogsmeade.
"Shall we?" Harry nodded, still bashful, and they resumed their path. They were already in the village when Harry slowed down his pace and gazed thoughtfully at the grocery shop. After a moment, he shrugged and motioned to head home. Severus saw the entire display and quirked an eyebrow at him. Harry just smiled.
"I just remembered that I should buy some things," he explained, "but that's okay, I can return later." Once again Severus frowned at that.
"Why not do it now?" And once again, Harry seemed at a loss of what to say. Severus sighed exasperatedly. "Waiting for a moment won't certainly make me end things between us, I assure you." Harry grinned ruefully, but the embarrassment was still visible.
"I guess I still don't know what's okay and what isn't," the young man confessed. Severus waved his hand dismissively, but Harry could see the pleased glint in his eyes at their domesticity.
-xXxXx-
The evening had ended fast. They had made dinner together – Severus mostly looming over Harry's shoulder and curiously inquiring about the state of the meal. Then, Harry had taken James to bed, leaving Severus alone in the living room, remembering the wonderful evening they had had, and thinking how much more wonderful would it be were they to do this every day.
That was when his rational mind warn him about the improbability of Harry wanting a long-term relationship with him . . . His selfish mind replied by remembering him that, if he didn't believe in Harry's affections, he should take advantage of the situation before it ended.
As such, Severus was sitting on the couch, waiting for his young paramour – which wasn't exactly an accurate description, but it would hopefully be soon. Severus crossed his legs in front of him and took a sip of his tea – no sugar or milk – while glaring at the fireplace. He agreed that he should be taking anything and everything he could from Harry, because this surreal relationship would most certainly end as soon as the young man got his wits back, but instead he was acting like a school female virgin—
It was just that, if he allowed himself to succumb to Harry's charm, there would be no way of turning back and Severus would take and take and take until he could take no more.
"James is asleep," Harry announced, as he re-entered the living room. Severus nodded absentmindedly and Harry sighed, wondering what had made Severus so withdrawn this time. "You look angry," the young man commented, sitting next to him. Severus' face softened and he looked at the boy.
"No, Mr. Potter, I'm not, just tired."
"You cannot do that," Harry accused teasingly, pointing an accusing finger. "I meant to tell you earlier, you can't call me 'Harry' and then call me 'Mr. Potter' when you feel like it." Severus couldn't help it, he smirked, amused.
"Is that a rule?" Harry's mouth twitched upwards, but he managed to muster a glare. Severus looked down, towards the fireplace once again, in order to prevent himself from giving away his wayward emotions. Harry was fidgeting with his own cup. The older wizard looked at his pocket watch, pretending nonchalance. "I should probably leave," he told Harry.
The disappointment in Harry's eyes was unmistakable; Severus didn't know what to say to make Harry happy again, but he didn't think that he could give Harry what he so desperately wanted. He placed a hand on top of Harry's and made the boy look up. "Perhaps we could enjoy the evening together ag—"
Harry pressed his lips against Severus'. Deeply and firmly.
The older man's eyes widened and he stood there, apathetic, letting Harry nibble on his lips, with green eyes closed and fluttering eyelids, while the supple body pressed itself against Severus' completely. It was hot and demanding and Severus felt his body reacting to it. His unresponsive lips must have had given Harry the wrong idea, because the young man pulled back and moved away.
"I shouldn't ha—"
That was exactly when Severus sent his caution to hell.
Severus' arm sneaked around Harry's waist and pulled the boy against his body again, covering the soft rosy lips with his own demanding mouth. He wanted to taste it all. The teacher kissed the upper lip gently, then the lower one; one of his hands made its way to Harry's raven locks and pulled the other's head closer, his tongue darted out to lick the man's lips. Harry allowed him entrance and Severus pressed his tongue against Harry's, prompting it to move.
Their tongues moved against one another other. Harry's arms curled around Severus' neck and he shifted in the seat until he was almost straddling the man's legs. It felt so good to just be kissed by Severus; his body was tingling with pleasure from feeling the weight of another person's mouth on his, and arousal shot through him. They broke the kiss for air, both panting in compensation for the breathless moments.
Eyes opened leisurely and locked. Desire shot through both and, while Severus leaned back, Harry launched himself forward landing on top of Severus, letting his hands map the man's chest, allowing the teacher's left thigh between his legs, shamelessly rubbing himself against it; his right hand descended to Severus thigh, caressing the atrophied muscle.
Severus smiled into the kiss and ran his hands down Harry's back; he pushed himself upwards seeking pleasure, using his good leg for leverage. Harry moaned and ground his hips against Severus'; as they rutted against each other intensely; their tongues moved sensually against each other and their hips snapped passionately.
Their heartbeats were fast and their breathing needs became more urgent. Harry broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Severus' chest, breathing heavily, propping himself on his arms on each side of Severus' body, while he thrust fast against the man's thighs; Severus' hands clutched Harry's arse and pulled him forward, increasing contact, while his mouth pressed against Harry's neck, breathing in his scent.
Soon, it was too good, too hot, too much—
"Nghn!" Harry came undone with a strangled cry and brought his hand to Severus' crotch to bring him to completion; it only took Harry's touch, and Severus too came silently, biting Harry's shoulder through the cloth.
Harry slumped against Severus, burying his face on the older man's chest, bringing his hand to caress the rough skin of Severus' neck. Severus returned the touch, entwining his fingers with Harry's locks. Harry let the other's heavy breath and racing heartbeat to lull his senses and calm his shivering body. It felt too good to be with the one he had wanted for three years. The need to say something got overwhelming and it was Harry who broke first; he looked up.
"Uh," he began, not sure about what to say.
"Eloquent as ever, Mr. Potter." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well, it's not every day that I snog my Potions teacher," Harry replied. A tinge of pink coloured Severus' cheeks and he scowled.
"Yes, well, you didn't seem to mind a moment ago," he pointed out. Harry smiled shyly.
"I didn't," he said, and Severus found himself smiling slightly. "Though, I want―I would like—" Harry fought with his words and blushed. He decided that words were overrated and pressed his lips against Severus'. Severus returned the kiss gently, but then placed his hand on Harry's chest and pushed him away.
"That's the second time you kiss me trying to tell me something," he said. Harry sat back, straddling Severus' hips. "You know that actual words would probably suffice." By the end of his sentence, Severus voice had taken an absent tone, and nobody could blame, because by some very obvious – albeit denied – reason, seeing Harry sit on top of him like he was did odd things to both his body and mind.
"I want more," Harry blurted out, drawing circles on the other's clothed chest. Severus' eyes widened slightly and a tell-tale blush made its way to his cheeks at Harry's blatant proposition.
"I see." And by the hungry glint in his eyes it was obvious that he saw it all too well. "That is easily arranged," he replied sensuously, but then, he hesitated, "But not now. Is that acceptable?"
"Soon?" Harry asked gently.
"Soon." As they cast cleaning charms and cuddled for the rest of the evening, Severus couldn't bring himself to care about his lost resolutions, nor that he was losing his unimpaired aloofness.
-xXxXx-
With this rare display of affection, it ends the day during which Professor Snape and Harry Potter found themselves under the curious – and infamous – gaze of Rita Skeeter.
Regardless to say that, being their relationship such a new thing for them both – and considering how both of them could really work on their self-esteem – neither reacted to the Daily Prophet article in the most gracious way—
- May, 4th of 2001-
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Wilkinson," Severus barked on his way towards the dungeons after lunch. The girl sputtered indignantly.
"What for, Professor?"
"For gossiping about a teacher's personal life," he replied coolly, while extending one graceful hand. "Hand me that magazine at once," he ordered, ignoring the hurtful gaze of the student as she reluctantly did as she was told. Severus looked at her and everything about the girl annoyed him. "That thing you are wearing on your hair it's absolutely appalling," he informed her, wondering if he could take more House points and pointing at her sparkling hair-pin. "Take that off—"
"Severus!" The man tensed, but instead on turning towards the voice, he glared at the girl – who held his gaze magnificently – as if it was her fault he had been caught by Minerva taking points unfairly. Well, in a way, it was her fault, since she was a Gryffindor and had crossed his path when he was on a foul humour. Not waiting to see the outcome, Wilkinson and her friends scrammed from the scene, daring to spare Severus a smug smirk. Oh, but he would get them . . .
"I can't believe you are petty enough—"
"Yes, yes, Minerva, I know the speech," he interrupted, finally turning to face her. "May I ask what your point is?" The Headmistress opened her mouth to reprimand him some more, but decided against it, since it would be useless either way. She sighed in defeat and approached her initial purpose.
"Have you heard from Harry?" Severus tensed and, if Minerva noticed, she ignored it. "Neither Remus or Hermione got a reply to their letters."
"Everything is very much fine with the boy," he said, ignoring the fact that Harry was not so much of a boy anymore. "He is probably going to be busy all day, since he is at the Ministry trying to placate the mess Skeeter's nosiness created." Minerva smirked smugly.
"And how would you know that?" While doing is best not to blush, Severus replied and he chose to think that he did so with his usual aloofness.
"Mr. Potter sent me a letter a few moments ago, explaining to me that he probably won't be able to attend to his classes tonight." Minerva nodded. Then, she faced Severus with a look on her face that meant Severus was about to be lectured.
"You are not mad at Harry, are you?" she asked. While the question hardly caught him by surprise – Severus could no longer deny his involvement with Harry, nor did he want to – it meant that answering Minerva would probably give away how much he cared for the Harry, given that she knew him very well. Severus was not angry – even if he was terribly embarrassed and taking it out on students – he wasn't embittered by his own feelings, as it had happened so many times in the past.
"No, I'm not," he replied, at last, earnestly. Minerva appeared moved by his honesty and by the answer itself.
"I'm happy for you, Severus." Of course, he had known it would get to this. "I'm happy you found something to truly live for." He should have left it at that, but somehow that seemed to be a terrible disrespect towards Harry. So, against her expectations, he answered.
"Thank you." Neither said anything else, and each went their separate ways.
During the rest of the evening Severus attended his classes and – very bravely, he might add – dealt with silly girls that had decided their teacher did indeed deserve some love, and all but swooned at his passage, and some other girls, and boys, blushing and muttering uncomfortably about his private life. That was what made his mood improve tenfold; sadistically, he couldn't help but be satisfied by their embarrassment. No child should be confronted with the fact that their teachers are human beings with private – and sexual – lives.
When the clock struck the six, Severus was alone in his office, almost wishing to hear a knock on the door. Said knock didn't come, as he already expected to happen. Not seeing what else to do, Severus retreated to his quarters and asked Izzy to bring his dinner there.
After dinner, he was lounging in his sofa in front of the fireplace, with a book and a goblet of wine on his hands, when he heard the Black Wyrm laugh, and that was all the warning he got, before Harry made his way into his quarters.
They gazed at each other for a while and, while Severus was not angry with Harry, he had no way of knowing if the young man had finally realised the disadvantages of being associated with Severus Snape. To worsened the matters, Harry was fidgeting, as he took off his robe and handed it to the house-elf. Then, he sat down next to Severus, politely declining the offer for tea.
"Where is Mr. Potter, the second?" he asked and he was glad that nobody – except his rather oblivious paramour – was there to testify his very first attempt at dawdling. And it was not a very good attempt, at that. But of course, Harry just spared him a fleeting smile and looked back down at his knees. Severus waited a moment, knowing Harry was about to—
"Are you mad?" the young man blurted out, very predictably. It was not quite what Severus had expected, though.
"No, I am not," he replied cautiously, "though I expected you to be." Harry looked up and blinked in surprise at those words; he had been pining all day, just knowing that Severus would send him on his merry way for having his name all over the papers. Again. Harry had all but rushed here as soon as possible, wanting to fix the issue. Maybe he had undervalued the importance of their bond. Harry sighed in relief and flashed Severus a dashing smile.
"Then, everything is fine, right?" he asked just for good measure.
"It most certainly is," Severus assure him. Unable to help himself, Harry threw himself into the teacher's arms and held him close. "I knew you would be the cuddling type," the older man commented. Harry tensed and Severus loosened his hold so that the boy could look up at him; Harry hesitated, as if not wanting to hear the answer, but asked his question nonetheless.
"That's not a bad thing, is it?" Severus smiled that discreet smile of his. The one that made him look as if he didn't quite know how to smile properly.
"I reason that no, it is not." Surprisingly, he meant it. It would take a while for him to be comfortable while demanding affections and, even then, he was probably going to do so rarely, but he was more than happy to allow Harry to touch and express his feelings. He had to admit – at least to himself – that he never had such an affectionate lover before, so he had had no way of knowing that this kind of demonstrations could actually be very appreciated.
Harry snuggled closer again, and Severus leaned back on his seat, letting Harry rest against his side. Both of them felt very good on these moments – and they only had a week worth of them – because neither had had much warmth in their lives. Harry was determinate to compensate for it during his adulthood. Severus was happy to oblige.
After a moment – or many moments, who knows – Harry began to fidget with Severus' buttons. The older wizard patiently waited for Harry to find the boldness to ask what he wanted to ask.
"Do you, um, have anything you want to ask me?" Severus frowned in confusion. Now, why would he want to ask something? Then, he remembered some stories he used to hear in the teacher's lounge about spouses asking questions like this as a test; usually the stories ended with the story-teller sleeping on the sofa.
"No," he answered truthfully, knowing that lying would get him nowhere. "Should I?" he asked apprehensively. Harry fidgeted some more, not wishing to make Severus think that he was giving to much importance to the subject – which he did, but Severus didn't need to know that.
"Forget it, then." Okay, now Harry was outright playing coy, and Severus had little patience for that.
"Mr. Potter, would you speak at once?" Harry sighed exasperatedly, not so annoyed at Severus snapping at him as he would have been in the past.
"I thought you would want to bash me for naming James after you," the young man replied. Severus tensed. Yes, he remembered that, and his heart had lurched when he read that part of the article, but he reasoned that it didn't mean anything – except maybe a heart attack – so it would be useless to bring it up.
"I thought it was odd, yes," he said cautiously. Harry leaned back and looked straight at him.
"When James was born, I was very happy, partly because having a child was something that I had done that could not get wrong," Harry explained, and Severus listened carefully. "Then, Ginny said something when I was visiting her that made me think of you and I thought that you would probably never have what I got that day." Severus wanted to be offended, but there was something in the way Harry said that that made him realise Harry was not trying to hurt him at all. Besides, he was right, anyway. Severus still doubted he would have any children. "I thought that you would never have someone to wonder with stories about your life and nobody would to remember you for who you were when you, hum, passed away—"
"I see," Severus said, but he could not bring himself to be annoyed by the sympathy in Harry's voice.
"So, I decided that I would tell James about you and then he could remember you and praise you for what you've done." Severus was almost choked with emotion, and not only at Harry's thoughtfulness. That's what every man wanted, right? To leave something in this world that said "I was here". He nodded in understanding. "That's why I gave him your name," Harry concluded hastily.
"That was—" What could one say to show appreciation for such a gift? "—very nice of you." 'Nice? Wonderful word, Severus—for the weather!' he thought to himself, but Harry didn't seem to mind, because he flashed Severus a beautiful smile and cuddled against him once again. Suddenly, Severus wanted to bring Harry closer. His hold on Harry tightened, as he brought both hands around the lithe body and held the young man closer.
Harry understood the gesture. He didn't mention it, but secretly he was happy that Severus wasn't mad at Harry for presuming too much and, maybe, he was even thankful for it. Harry suspected so.
"What did Miss Weasley tell you that reminded you of me?" the older man asked, at last, trying to change the subject into a lighter one. Harry tensed.
"That now that she had given me something I wanted, I should be able to stop pinning after you." Neither man spoke again, until Harry decided to leave; neither broke the embrace, as well.
-xXxXx-
After that day, things changed between them. It was a subtle change, but it was there nonetheless. For those who knew them, it was obvious that something had happened, because Severus and Harry had developed an aura of peacefulness and happiness around them. Before, there had been affection, yes, but also a lot of insecurity, hesitancy and eagerness – as if they should take as much as they as long as they could – but not anymore.
They were happy, although both of them still trod through their relationship very cautiously when regarding James.
Severus had begun to smile in public – one of those blink-and-you-miss-it smiles, but a smile nonetheless, during which his eyes glinted with mirth. Harry had became more confident and no longer feared to be around people so much; now, he managed to be focused on those he actually wanted to be focused on. Hermione had never been so happy to be wrong. And Draco Malfoy had felt his heart lurch at the sight of his godfather so happy; he thanked Harry silently every chance he got.
And thus a month had passed.
It was a Saturday and Severus wasn't in the mood for brewing, so he was just lounging in his living room, wondering what to do.
Harry was at the Ministry, doing Merlin-knows-what and James was with his godmother – Hermione – to spend the evening with. Perhaps he could visit the young teacher. He immediately decided against it when he remembered that the last time he had done so, he had caught her being thoroughly ravished by Lupin. Severus should have knocked anyway, but she had been the one to say "Come by anytime, Professor."
Maybe Minerva was free . . .
Had this afternoon occurred three months ago and he would have spend it searching for Potion ingredients for his potions deep into the Forbidden Forest, but now he wished for human company, which was a poor replacement for Harry's company, yes, but at least it was better than beetle-eyes, aconite and Angel's Trumpet. It was in this frame of mind that Severus got up, picked up his cane and headed towards the Headmistress' office.
The Gargoyle glared at him, but let him pass anyway; it probably knew better than to mess with Severus Snape.
That was when Severus heard the unmistakable sound of James Potter, the second, crying his lungs out. He hurried towards the office, knocked and entered without waiting for permission. Minerva had charmed a transfigured crib to play a soothing tune – though who was supposed to be soothed was crying at the top of his lungs on the arms of the Headmistress.
"Thank the Lord you are here, Severus," Minerva said, more than just a bit desperate. "James won't stop crying and I have no idea what to do." As soon as James saw Severus, he stretched his arms, asking to be picked up and mouthing silly nothings.
Severus hesitated. What should he do? He had never held James before, nor had he wished to since getting attached just wouldn't do, but he was a familiar face and that seemed to be calming James somehow. He picked up the boy by his arm pits, holding his head upright. James stopped crying and was looking at Severus curiously, while waving his arms, trying to reach the man's chest and be held more securely. Severus didn't indulge him.
"Whuh Pa-pa?" he asked. Severus blinked, surprised. He had heard James talk before, but he hadn't paid attention, thinking that he wouldn't understand, although he had to admit that he understood that alright. 'Where is Papa?'
"Your father is working," Severus replied, mildly aware that what James would retain of his explanation was that Harry was not there. As if to prove Severus right, James started to wail again.
The man handed James back to Minerva; immediately, the boy started to outright cry. Wondering exactly when had the signed up for this, Severus gave James a reassuring smile, which made the boy stop crying and reach for Severus again. Aware that he probably still had traces of potion fumes in his robes, and not wishing to expose James to them, the wizard removed his outer robes, revealing a white shirt, a maroon waist-coat and tie, and black trousers. He tied his hair back and motioned for the boy.
Severus picked James up, holding him against his chest. The boy seemed to calm down a little, but was still on verge of tears.
"Now, we shall find ourselves something to do while we wait for Papa," Severus said, moving with difficulty to sit down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, with James in his lap. That's when he noticed the odd – and slightly impressed – look Minerva was giving him. "What?"
"It suits you," Minerva said, gesturing vaguely towards them. Severus quirked an eyebrow. "Paternity." Unable to help himself, he blushed. As if not to give her anything more to annoy him with – his goddamned blush already being too much – he kept his face blank as he replied.
"This child is not mine," he said. She smiled sympathetically at him, although he was sure he had detected a trace of smugness.
"It might grow to be," Minerva pointed out.
That was the issue, wasn't it? Being in a relationship required trust and Severus didn't know if he could trust Harry with something as precious as his—everything. Yes, the boy was infatuated – had been since he was fifteen, apparently – but Severus was a complicated man and he didn't know if Harry cared for him enough to stay around for some time, let alone forever. And, although he had always admired Harry, only recently had he grown to care for him romantically.
This thing between them might be nothing, and Severus couldn't risk to get too attached because a domestic life wasn't something he was born to have, no matter how much he craved for it. His trying life made him inadequate for such. Who would want a man with control issues, who woke up in the middle of the night from terrifying nightmares, wishing nothing more than to die in that moment? Even though Harry seemed to care genuinely, Severus hadn't still excluded the possibility of this being one of Harry's misplaced good deeds.
"I won't hold my breath."
-xXxXx-
Harry got into his cottage, took off his boots and replaced them with his slippers. Then, he slumped himself on the couch, breathing deeply and closing his eyes tiredly. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been this tired – physically and emotionally. His day had been mostly tiring, between the interviews with several papers and magazines, his duty as the Ministry's Public Relationships manager – which he only did because he actually supported Kinsley Shacklebolt – and his meeting with Mr. Ollivander.
Regardless to say, his relationship with Severus had made a lot of ink run hastily and, being a public figure, he had no choice but to deal with his fame once in a while. A small smile graced his lips when he thought of this hopefully soon-to-be lover. 'Hum, I probably should visit,' he thought languidly, with no wish to move whatsoever.
Harry opened his eyes and they fell on a piece of parchment magically glued to the hearth. Even from the distance, he recognised Hermione's handwriting. His heart started to beat faster. She was supposed to be babysitting James. What if something had happened while he was away? He stood with a bounce and ripped the paper of the wall.
"Harry—
"Remus had an accident with one of the fourth-years' stray magic and I need to take him to St. Mungo's. I left James with McGonagall. I'm so sorry, but there's nobody else to take him. I reckon James will be fine with her.
"Hermione
"P.S. You can yell at me later, alright?"
When he finished reading the note, Harry thought that he would indeed yell at her. What did McGonagall know of children?
James always got very scared when he wasn't with someone he knew well and, while Harry could agree that he was very dependent of James for his own sense of safety – Severus told him that often enough – he also knew that James wouldn't be comfortable being taken care by someone who wasn't family and he would spare his child of any discomfort. Hermione could have left James with anyone else – George, Arthur, Molly – why did she have to choose the Headmistress, who probably had too much in her hands already?
Without wasting any time, he redressed himself and bolted to the door. He Apparated near the castle entrance and strode swiftly the rest of the way. It had barely passed ten minutes before he found himself near the Gargoyle, whom he told "Twigger Ninety" – Minerva's favourite broomstick – and headed towards the office entrance. He knocked and, soon enough, he was given permission to enter.
The sight that greeted Harry made his heart lurch and a warm tingling spread through his chest. He froze mid-step and closed his slackened mouth. James was fast asleep on Severus' chest and an empty baby bottle could be seen in a table near the armchair where Severus sat. His protective hold on James didn't waver, but Severus tensed and obviously felt uncomfortable at being seen by Harry cradling James so carefully.
"Hi," Harry greeted, more to disperse the awkward mood than because of some inherent politeness. His mind was reeling.
Severus told him once that he didn't hate children and he cared for James to some extent – since he was Harry's child – but never had he taken initiative and showed both Potters that he really meant it. For the first time during their short relationship, Harry felt hope that they could have something permanent.
After all, Severus was a good man and he would never become a part of James' life if he didn't intent to keep it that way; he would never toy with a child's feelings and so, his reluctance in accepting James told Harry that Severus didn't mean it to last. Harry had buried his disappointment deep down and enjoyed what they had together. Now, though, he hoped that his happiness could be complete.
Minerva was looking between them amused. Their defences were almost broken. They just needed a tiny push in the right direction and James could be that push. She decided that her meddling was not needed anymore.
Severus had looked positively dashing, with his sour face softened and a warm smile on his lips, as he cradled James and lulled him to sleep. It told Minerva that the man was just about to give – himself – up. Harry's eyes were shinning with wonder and so much affection that it seemed to lit up his whole face; a small smile was playing on lips and he looked a bit unsure of what to do next. Severus looked just as lost, the Headmistress noticed with a inner chuckle.
Minerva started to see why Albus liked to meddle so much. If, every time he was right, the results were as rewarding as the scene in front of her, she could see why his eyes were always twinkling. As if completing her thought, she looked up at the portrait behind her and found it smiling benevolently at her. And, even know she rationally knew that the Dumbledore-portrait wasn't able to think and feel, she could almost swear that it understood her right then.
"I trust your day went well," Severus began, getting a little annoyed by the meaningful silence. Harry blushed.
"Yeah, huh—sorry, I didn't expect you to be here," he said, finally getting his bearings and smiling brilliantly.
"I wasn't supposed to," Severus replied, sparing the boy a discreet twitch of lips and a glowing in his eyes, "but Minerva was fretting over your son like he was the mystery of the times and I had no choice but to help." Harry laughed candidly. Then, he motioned further into the room and sat himself in the armchair in front of Severus, as if to get a better view of the man cradling his son.
"Thank you, then," Harry said, quietly. Severus almost blushed at the reverence in Harry's voice. After a moment of staring at one another, the silence became awkward – which also might have had something to do with Minerva's clearing her throat. "Huh," Harry started, unsure, looking away and still not picking up his child. Not that neither man cared about their current position.
"Shall I walk you home, Harry?" Severus asked finally. His tone was firm and Harry thought he looked resolute; the young man nodded, unable to actually speak without making a fool of himself, since his throat had suddenly dried due to the intense look he was receiving. "Very well, then."
Harry stood up and picked James up, placing him on his Gryffindor-red carrier and holding him against his chest. Then, he handed Severus his cane and robes. They bid the Headmistress goodnight and headed out.
In silence, they made their way out of the castle, towards Harry's white-fenced cottage.
-xXxXx-
They made dinner together and ate it with James sitting between them at the top of the table. Afterwards, Harry put the boy to bed. When he returned from his child's room, Severus was sitting straight, obviously waiting for him.
The older man held out a hand, which Harry gladly took, and pulled the boy towards him. Harry blushed in wonder. Although the behaviour couldn't quite be described as passionate, it was the first time that Severus initiated actual physical contact.
Severus pulled Harry into his lap and covered the young man's mouth with his own in a fierce kiss. Thoroughly, he explored Harry's mouth, until he had reduced him to a whimpering mess, who could do no more than thrust against his thigh.
Severus shifted them, until Harry was lying on his back; he re-arranged himself so that his damaged leg was comfortably set beneath Harry's opposite thigh. He hovered over Harry for a moment, taking in the sight of the Golden Hero, wanton and submissive for him. Then, leaned forward to take his mouth again.
Harry didn't let him. The young man pulled himself up to a sitting position in front of Severus, fidgeting with his dark green robes, biting the inside of his cheek and blushing bright red. The Potion Master looked at his younger lover worriedly, wondering what had made Harry embarrassed this time. Throughout their short relationship, Harry got surprisingly bashful and shy about the oddest things.
"Harry?" he prompted, pulling his hands away from Harry's shirt buttons, letting them rest on the young man's hips, and considered his lover carefully. "What is it?"
"Hum," Harry began, hesitantly. Severus leaned forward, hinting at Harry to continue. "It's late," the younger man began restlessly. Severus frowned.
"I know, shall I go?" Severus tried. Harry looked away, confusing the older man even more.
Insecurity came, at last. Their relationship was still very new and even if Severus had decided – just hours ago in Minerva's office – to surrender completely to Harry to please him and make him happy, it was possible that Harry had got scared by his intimacy with James and didn't need or want him anymore. Severus' heart fell; coldness and despair took over. He straightened his back and flattened his palms against his own legs; his face closed and his eyes went blank—
Harry shifted and trepidation washed his expression at Severus' change. The teacher's face softened at once, realising that Harry still wished for his affection – if his uneasy reaction to Severus' indifference was any indication. Severus moved his hands towards Harry's hips once again.
"Just now, you—"
"Harry, you are disquieting my person with all this uncertainty," Severus stated in guise of explanation. "Do make your point at once," he commanded.
"Would you like to spend the night?" Harry snapped immediately, leaving Severus almost gaping, and only decades of a tight self-control prevented him from actually doing so. For a second, he thought about pretending he had mistaken Harry's invitation for an innocent one, but then he decided that it would be insulting for them both if he actually did so.
"You know I can't deny you," Severus said carefully. Harry blushed even more at Severus blatant admission of enthrallment and looked down. Severus' heart started to beat faster, but fear cooled his aroused anticipation. He had no illusions about his own aspect to wish Harry to see such a thing. He swallowed thickly and looked down, tightening his hold on Harry's hips until his knuckles were white.
"Now?" Harry asked eagerly, finally looking up.
"Whenever you want," Severus replied reflexively, realising it was the true.
"Good, 'cause I want it now." Seeing Harry's blatant eagerness, Severus did something he hadn't done in almost thirty years. He laughed. Wholeheartedly.
Harry gazed in wonder at the truly handsome sight and, unable to help himself, he laughed, too. He buried his face in the man's neck, laughing, and, even though the desire was still high and strong, the affection cursing in his body tempered the passion and made the moment become magic and ethereal. Their embrace tightened.
With a hand on Harry's jaw, Severus pulled the boy's head up and kissed him gently. "Such eagerness," Severus teased.
"Bedroom?" Harry suggested, and the other nodded.
The young man got up and helped Severus limp to the bedroom – leaving the onyx cane abandoned on the living room floor. They moved slowly, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses. Then, Severus pushed Harry against the wall and deepened the kiss; their tongues battled ferociously, sending hot waves of arousal through their bodies.
Harry pushed himself of the wall and gently pushed Severus towards the room in the end of the hallway. Severus moved with difficulty, and Harry's mouth sucking on his neck was not helping one bit.
Severus took his turn at tasting the other's skin, just outside the bedroom, practically tearing the shirt open to lick across the chest and suck a nipple into his mouth. Harry made a hand movement to lit the lights, but soon lost himself, whimpering and arching his chest, leaning into Severus, pushing himself onto his tiptoes to get more of the arousing touches. Severus' hands were everywhere at once, feeling as much as he could of the other's body, the supple muscles shift under his touch, hearing the erotic sounds he was causing.
He felt two hands on his shoulders and looked up to see Harry, blushing and aroused, gently push him towards the bed.
"Let me please you." The young man sounded eager. Severus had to wonder why this beautiful young man wished his body so much. Harry, however, took his silence as consent. Even knowing that this probably would be a great mistake, Severus found himself unable to stop Harry's ministrations.
Harry knelt in front of Severus and made a movement to unbuckle the man's robes. He looked up at him, staring hungrily and deeply flushed, as if asking for permission. The lights deemed and the room earned an orange-ish glow; the door clicked shut, warded against the inside noise.
Severus bent over and pressed their lips together, just touching; he could see the dark eyelashes flutter against the young man's cheeks and he felt himself heat up with desire. Harry nibbled on his lips gently, worshiping. It always amazed Severus how Harry seemed to desire him with such gentleness. He let his eyes close, and breathed in deeply taking in Harry's scent, letting it coat his mind. A silky tongue touched his lips.
Severus swallowed hard when Harry – without waiting for permission – started to open the buttons of his outer robes. The black garment fell to the sides, revealing a button down white shirt and black woollen trousers; Harry un-tucked the white shirt and opened it. He looked up and their eyes locked when Harry sensuously ran his hands over Severus' chest.
Severus let his head fall back on the pillow, closed his eyes and waited.
Harry took in the sight of Severus' bare upper body. The skin was ghostly pale, with muscles slightly defined, from specific exercise; the broad thorax felt rough and hot under his touch; there were scars – too many, in fact – some small and ivory-coloured and others so ugly that distorted the skin. Severus belly-button was deformed from a deep cut that ran through his abdomen to under his trousers and the left shoulder was thinner than the other, revealing a deficiency in the musculature.
Harry pressed a lingering kiss just above Severus' heart. The man opened his eyes and assessed Harry's reaction; it confused him: sympathy, admiration, care and desire, so much desire—
"Does it hurt?" Harry asked, while drawing the biggest scar and stopped above the belly-button. Severus' mouth twitched upwards and his expression was rueful.
"Only when pressed," he replied, pushing himself up until he was leaning on his elbows and Harry nodded, attentively storing that information in his brain.
Harry hoped onto the bed and leaned in, encircling Severus' neck with his arms; he brought the older man's head up for a loving kiss. It started slow, with soft nibbles and loving bites, but the underlying need for more got stronger and soon Harry was keening and opening his mouth to allow Severus in, whose arms snaked around Harry's shoulders and brought the boy closer; the man swept his tongue through Harry's mouth, sending hot shivers of delight thought the young male's body.
Harry started to move against Severus clothed leg. The teacher smirked at his young lover's hurried passion, but then a protesting sound came from his throat when Harry broke their kiss. Harry helped him move backwards on the bed, as he nibbled the marred skin of Severus' neck, taking his time running his tongue through the two deep punctures in there. Severus breathed hitched and his chest arched up. Harry did it again. A moan escaped Severus' mouth.
Harry moved down, openly kissing the exposed chest. The younger man lapped at the pink nub, feeling it harden under his touch; he rubbed his hand against his own crotch to relieve the tension between his legs, while he squeezed the other nipple between his fingers. Severus groaned and buckled upwards.
Finally Harry's hands reached the Severus' belt and dexterously loosened the accessory, kissing the huge bulge through the cloth. Severus lifted his hips and both trousers and pants were pushed down to Severus' ankles and removed completely. The older man leaned on the piled pillows to accommodate himself and looked down. His member stood proud and stiff and behind it, Harry looked at him, lust shinning in his eyes.
The young man got up. For a moment, Severus thought the boy had finally decided that he didn't want a scarred man, but then Harry's hands motioned to vanish his own clothes. Severus stopped him.
"Slowly," he prompted. "Undress slowly for me." Harry did, with innocent delight at being desired in open light. Bit by bit, Harry's skin – familiar to touch, but not to sight – was revealed to Severus' appraising eyes. Oh, Harry was truly breathtaking. The teacher motioned Harry to straddle his hips and he ran his hands over the smooth calf, up his leg, caressing the skin and massaging the back of Harry's right knee. Harry leaned forward on his arms and his hips twitched downwards.
"It feels good," Harry said with a raspy, low voice. Severus smiled at him. Harry's shirt and underwear were indeed vanished. Severus took the heavy cock in his hand and stroked, letting Harry cry out his appreciation. Harry leaped to his feet and knelt on the end of the bed, with his legs spread apart, his erection jutting forward, teasing Severus with its very own existence—
His train of thought was lost when Harry ran his tongue over the head of Severus cock. Severus threw his head back and a appreciative groan exited his throat.
Harry's hand closed around the shaft. Head and hand moved rhythmically to pleasure Severus. Harry sucked the hard flesh into his mouth and bobbed his head, tightening his lips around it. His other hand slowly massaged the testicles and it made its way downwards, teasing the tight, unused entrance with magically slick fingers. Severus tensed, but it was feeble because Harry gave the cock in his mouth a powerful suck.
Harry was not disappointed when a warbling cry sounded through the room as he massaged his lover's entrance manically and the suction motion became more frantic. Severus wanted to thrust up, but his sheer willpower did not allow him to hurt Harry; his hand intertwined itself with Harry's hair and he pulled Harry's head away, thrusting his hips forward into Harry's fist a few times. Harry let him, but then pushed him down and thrust one finger deep—
Severus came down Harry's throat and both of them sobbed in pleasure.
Harry continued to lap at the softening erection, soothing the throws of passion cursing through Severus' body, while stroking himself languidly. The man loosened his hold on Harry's head and caressed the soft locks, motioning Harry upwards in the bed. The young man straddled Severus, running a hand through the man's thigh.
Severus stroked Harry furiously until the young man came with a strangled cry all over them.
Harry let himself slump against Severus; his own cock was softening, but Severus' hadn't moved his hand away and was fondling Harry out of his high.
"You know how long hasn't anyone done that to me?" Severus asked, but not so much for the interest in sharing the information as it was to share with Harry that he really liked to be touched by him. He caressed Harry's back, his hips, down to buttocks and pulled Harry forward. The man did and settled himself on Severus' lap, while he bent his head down and kissed his lover deeply and chastely on the lips.
They basked in each other's presence for a moment, sharing deep kisses just because they could, until the friction between their bodies uncovered the underlying need for completion of the act. They frotted against each other, as their cocks became fully erect again.
Severus was insatiable, after so many years of self-imposed celibacy.
Wandlessly, Harry Summoned the lube. He broke the kiss to hold the jar and Severus proceeded to plant soft butterfly kisses on Harry's jaw and neck. The younger man took one of Severus' hands, coated its fingers with the lubrication and guided it to his exposed back. Severus pressed two fingers in and Harry arched his rear into the touch, twisting his spine to feel his lover more deeply.
With one hand, Severus spread Harry's buttocks apart and the other thrust into the boy in the earnest, making Harry moan and whimper at the feelings cursing though him. The older man purposefully avoided the prostrate to tease Harry further, taking his time stretching the wanting man.
"Ready," Harry panted suddenly, tightening his hands on the back of Severus' head and bending his head to press his lips to Severus'. Severus pulled out his fingers and let Harry quickly coat his erection with the substance, while he supported the smaller body. He aligned himself with Harry's entrance.
Harry pushed himself down slowly, until his buttocks were pressed against Severus' thighs; he sighed in bliss when his lover was fully seated, rolling his hips swiftly, until he was comfortable enough to start moving. He clutched the headboard as leverage. Severus rested his forehead on Harry's chest and focused on moving his hips upwards.
"Oh, so good," the younger man moaned, letting his head fall back. Harry leaned back and his gland started to be hit with every firm thrust. He cried out and started to move at an increasing pace; he lost control of his body and he could only focus on the waves of pleasure cursing through it and on the touch of his lover.
Severus was palming Harry's upper body, caressing the pink nubs and the taunt muscles, nibbling the soft skin, worshipping the man on his lap with his hungry touches; he could not get enough of Harry. His hands were holding Harry's hips, controlling their rhythm with his hold. Harry's cock started to leak and Severus' mouth watered. He brought one hand to the other's erection and stroked leisurely.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Harry shouted in time with his lover's thrusts, arching his chest and he moved faster, unsure whether to push back or thrust forward. Severus' hand tightened around the twitching member and the other reached down to massage the soft testicles. "Ah, ah, I—oh, sweet Merlin!"
Harry came fully on Severus' chest, all of his muscles tensing when he pushed himself down on his lover's cock, taking in all he could and burying his face on the man's neck, inhaling deeply. Severus thrust forcefully up and, with a wild groan, filled his young lover. Harry clutched the older man's shoulders, rolling his hips, riding his wonderful orgasm. Severus caressed his softening cock, nuzzling Harry's neck and surrounding the younger man's waist with both of his arms, feeling the blissful tingle of the afterglow coursing through his body and the emotional satisfaction pairing up with the physical satisfaction.
They slumped against the headboard, half-lying on the pillows, in a very awkward position. Neither cared.
"This was excellent, Harry," Severus said, caressing Harry's raven locks soothingly. "I am very, very pleased."
Harry smiled lazily and snuggled closer. They shifted on the bed, until they were lying side by side. Severus propped himself on the pillows, giving his upper body better leverage. Harry moved closer and laid his head on Severus' shoulder, shivering slightly from the cold breeze of summer night coming through the open window. Severus Summoned the younger man's bed covers and draped it over their bodies, pulling Harry against his chest more securely.
"You're perfect to me," Harry said, eyes closed and body curled against Severus. "You should know that; I want to please you as much as you want to please me," Harry confessed. Severus felt his heart swell and his throat constrict.
"Thank you, Harry." Something must have sounded through his voice, because Harry looked at him and smiled encouragingly. He placed his palm against Severus' neck and pulled him down. Their eyes fluttered closed and their lips were pressed together gently and they kissed leisurely, just touching for the pleasure of touching. Severus leaned back and cradled Harry in his arms.
In that moment, as if to remind both men that their relationship was a bit more complicated that that, a cry sounded through the room. Harry had charmed the crib to warn him when James woke up, so the blasted thing amplified the baby's crying. Sighing, the young man pressed a kiss to the older man's lips and got up. Harry Summoned some pyjama pants, went to the bathroom quickly and then headed towards James room.
He didn't take long. When he returned to bed, he slid beneath the covers and laid down next to Severus again. That was when he realised how tense the man was.
"Severus?" he asked. As if he had been waiting for that prompting, Severus answered right away.
"Perhaps I should leave?" Harry's heart fell to his feet.
"Why?" he questioned quietly, moving away warily.
"You shouldn't let your child get used to have men staying the night," it was Severus' reply.
For a moment Harry felt anger rise within him, but then it blew away. It wasn't like Severus believed he was one to have many lovers, but that he was one to have another one besides Severus. Which meant that Severus didn't believe they would last. He would have been sad and disappointed, but from the inflexion of Severus voice, it was obvious that the thought saddened him.
Harry mildly wondered when he had become expert in Severus body language.
"I won't have any other man in my bed," Harry replied, trying to reassure him. Severus opened his mouth to cut Harry's surreal ideas, but Harry didn't let him. "I love you. I have loved you for a very long time. I can easily see myself spending the rest of my life with you." Severus paled at that, but Harry could tell that it wasn't because he didn't wish for it. "It's up to you if we try it or not."
Severus said nothing else; instead he nodded and held out a hand, which Harry took once again – and would take forever if given the chance – and found himself pulled against the older man's side. Satisfied with the turn of events, Harry curled against Severus and slowly drifted to sleep.
Severus laid awake for a long time after that, trying to make sense of what was happening and thinking that somewhere, between his allegiance to a Dark Lord, his loyalty to a dead woman and a meddlesome old man, all of who had made him commit sins bigger than himself, he must have done something right to make him worthy of the wonderful grace that was the man curled up against his side.
-xXxXx-
Professor Snape agreed to stay the night and see how good they could be together. It is the perfect ending, but. Anyone would enjoy to see how happy the ending really was, right?
For that, we must travel in time once again, ten years from the beginning of the story, because that was when Harry Potter and Professor Snape's relationship stopped evolving. That was when the passion became tempered and familiar, the eagerness for each other dissolved in a sea of affection and the insecurity was overcome by trust.
It happened so slowly that neither man noticed.
Harry completed his NEWTs, with an inordinate amount of O's on his marking sheet – if you asked Severus – and started to work with Mr. Ollivander. Two years later, he had already completed his apprenticeship, when Mr. Ollivander retired, leaving the shop to Harry. Since then, Harry Potter had become the most wanted wandmaker of Europe.
Then, after four years together, when James was five, the boy asked Professor Snape if he could call him 'father'.
Harry had walked into the drawing-room to see them curled together in an armchair in front of the fireplace, and the sight was so beautiful that he hadn't been able to interrupt them. Afterwards, when he returned to the room to suggest that they went to bed, they were already gone. Harry had found them in James bedroom, the boy asleep and Severus gazing at him with a pained expression on his face.
"You're scared," Harry had said, between chuckles. Then, his face had softened when he pressed a kiss gentle to the Professor's cheek. His eyes had been shining merrily when he locked his gaze with his lover. "You feel like new. You feel like you were conceded a magnificent grace; you think that this—" He had pointed at James then. "—is the one think you did right, because, no matter how good you are everything else, this is the only thing you gave this world that makes you feel accomplished, that is yours and truly yours. He is your absolution for all the wrong things you've done."
That night Severus Snape let tears pool in his eyes and then he allowed himself to shed them. Only later on, carefully wrapped in the arms of his lover, he realised that he had wept for the first time in practically forty years. That was the night when Professor Snape decided that they would indeed be together forever and that was when he proposed to Harry Potter.
A year after that, they had had their second child, Grace, a raven-haired girl, with a rosy mouth and big dark eyes. Two years after that, Edwin was born, also raven-haired and dark-eyed; he was the only one who had the Professor's hooked nose – logically, since he was the only one fathered by Severus.
After Edwin's birth, Professor Snape resigned from his position at Hogwarts and started to do research for the Ministry; he ended publishing a book with most of his original potions. Others, he kept for himself.
So, it was only after these many battles and trials that the frenzy of being in love settled, and both men found themselves so deeply attached that they could not imagine a life without the other.
That's what it meant to love each other.
TBC
Thank you for reading.
