After the shock had worn off Harry grabbed the phone and called his mother. With the time difference it wasn't past midnight so she wouldn't hate him for calling.
"Mum," Harry said, exhausted from thinking too much.
"Is something wrong, Harry?" she asked. Harry never could hide it when something was really wrong.
"I have a question to ask you," Harry said after a moment. "I had an argument with Snape today, and he told me that he's basically my uncle." Harry thought his mother would deny it; at least that was what he hoped she would do.
"In a way you could say he is, but not by blood or name."
"How can he sort of be my uncle?"
"Harry, I don't know how much you know. Severus is a very private person and I don't think it's my place to tell you this."
"Please tell me how he can sort of be my uncle," Harry begged.
"I'll tell you the short story. When we were young, Severus and I were friends. I was five years older but I still enjoyed spending time with him. Then something happened and his home wasn't liveable. My parents knew that it wouldn't do anyone any good if he was taken away and placed with a family far away, so they became his foster parents." Harry initially thought there might be a dark family secret he didn't know about and was happy to hear that it wasn't worse than just a neglected child. Not that he was happy Severus had a bad childhood.
"Why hadn't I heard about this before?"
"I suggest you talk with him about this. He didn't want us to tell you anything. I also don't think he will appreciate it if I told you about his life." Harry knew that if he wanted more answers he would have to go and find Severus. "So how are you, Harry?" his mother asked in a different tone.
After fifteen minutes on the phone the conversation was over, and even if Harry didn't get all the answers he wanted he knew more about Severus. The next thing he would have to do was to find Severus and get the rest of his answers.
But getting the opportunity to talk with Severus wasn't easy, even if Harry knew where he was. Harry must have been knocking on Severus' closed door for ten minutes before he gave up.
In the end he decided to wait till night before he finally made his move. He then waited until Blaise had fallen asleep before he snuck out of his room and over to Severus'. This time he wouldn't leave until the man finally let him in to talk.
"Go away, Potter," Severus repeatedly told Harry, who refused to listen.
"Not until we've talked," Harry stubbornly said.
In the end Severus gave up. By that time Harry had been standing outside his door for twenty minutes.
"I thought this conversation was over." Harry couldn't help staring at the man when the door opened, he was wearing a black robe that covered most of him, and his hair was as tidy as ever. If Severus had been in bed then he must have brushed it before opening the door. For a brief second he imagined what it would feel like to push his fingers through Severus' hair, and what the black hair would look like in the morning after they had spent the whole evening cuddling.
"Potter, if you don't have anything to say then get back to your room. You have school in the morning, unless you decided to go back to the four-year-old behaviour and refuse to go." Severus' words hurt far more deeply than Severus could understand, but Harry wouldn't let him know it.
"I will continue on my path of maturity, Snape. I just came to ask you a few questions." Severus groaned and looked away for a second, when he looked back his face was expressionless and hard. "My first question is about you. Why haven't I ever heard about you?"
"I don't want to talk about myself, Potter."
"That's too bad, because I refuse to go before I get my answers." Harry was determined to stay; he wanted to know what secrets his bodyguard had kept from him.
"Do you forget that I'm stronger than you and can easily shut you out of my room?"
"Please," Harry quickly said without even thinking. For a second it looked like Severus was about to push him out but he looked away and went over to one of the chairs in the bedroom and sat down.
"You wish to know the story, do you?" It sounded like a question but Harry knew it was more a statement. "I had a crappy childhood, Potter, my father was a drunk, used to beat me and my mother, and always threw up all over himself." Guilt began to form in Harry. He had thrown up more than once, and Severus had taken care of him. Did he do the same to his father? Had Harry somehow managed to remind Severus about his childhood?
"I was lucky enough to be taken in by the Evans. Lily was then like a big sister to me. I had just turned twelve when she announced that she would marry your father and that she was pregnant. Because I had such an unstable home life before the Evans I couldn't handle the situation well and got angry. I said a few things that I'm not proud of, and that was when we started to slip away from each other." Severus looked down at his fingers; Harry wanted to urge him to go on but knew better and kept quiet. "A lot happened after that. In the beginning I visited her, met her husband and you. But as time passed the visits became less frequent and in the end I stopped going over. You were about five years the last time I saw you, played all day with a bike your father had bought for you."
"But why haven't I heard about you?"
"I was and still am a very private person. And because I wasn't a real uncle there was no point in telling you about me. And then there was the thing about your father and me."
"What?" Harry could see that it was difficult for Severus, but he refused to let him get away now that he had so much information.
"That is private between us."
"I demand to know it, he is my father. And I care about you, I should know what happened before."
"Forget it, Potter, that is something I won't tell you."
"I want to know!" Harry hated it when the most important things were kept from him. He hated it when people thought because he was rich and young he should be spared troubling news.
"No!" Severus yelled back. Quickly he stood up and walked over to Harry. "I have told you more than I needed to, but some things are still private." Harry watched as Severus placed a hand on the door and began closing it, but he would have to push Harry out first to close it, and that was something Harry took advantage of. He jumped away from the fingers reaching for him and ran as far away as possible.
"I want to know, he's my father."
"That is why I won't tell you. All children should have good memories of their parents; I won't be the one to destroy your image of your father." Harry wondered how bad it could be, but he still refused to accept Severus' answer.
"Then tell me why you have helped me out more than required? And don't say it's because my father ordered you to."
"What is this? I don't need to answer any of your stupid questions, now get out." Harry opened his mouth again but was cut off when Blaise walked towards Severus' door.
Harry didn't want to discuss the situation in front of Blaise right at that moment regardless how close he was to the boy, so he left Severus' room.
-o-
When Severus woke up the next morning he was in a foul mood. Harry's after midnight visit had brought up a few bad memories. If it hadn't been Monday he would have refused to get out of bed. But because it was time for school he couldn't sleep for long. As he stood outside of Harry's bedroom he decided to let Harry sleep as long as he wanted, mostly because he didn't want to see the boy right then.
Instead he walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Surprisingly enough, Harry did wake up by himself, later than Severus liked but it was without Severus' help.
Severus could see at once that the boy was trying to get his attention, so from the beginning he ignored Harry. Annoyingly, the boy didn't give up that easily. He would walk next to Severus and stare at him. But his actions were wasted on Severus because he knew how to ignore brats like him.
Not long after they were both headed for school. Harry obeyed every teacher and did his best. After hours of boring subjects, lots of writing and hanging out with Harry's friends, it was time to head back home. Severus hoped that things would continue like they had in the morning, but fate had different plans.
Harry informed Severus that Blaise had gone home. He had several things he needed to do and couldn't stay longer. But Severus' joy over the fact that Blaise had gone home was short lived when Harry interrupted him.
"What do I have to do to prove myself to you?" Severus ignored the boy and walked into the kitchen, hoping that Harry would take the hint. But the boy still wasn't easy to shake off and Severus heard Harry's footsteps closing in behind him. Why can't the boy leave me alone? he continuously thought, wanting to grab the nearest thing and destroy it.
"Why can't you talk to me?" Harry whined, interrupting Severus' thoughts.
"Because there is nothing to say, Potter, just leave me alone."
"No." Severus sighed before turning around. The boy was standing close behind him, too close for his liking.
"There is nothing going on between us, so there is nothing we need to talk about. And just so you know, men do not talk."
"I talk," Harry said before Severus could continue.
"That's where you're wrong, Potter. When I first started you didn't talk at all, all your communicating was done with actions." Severus could see that Harry didn't like what he heard but he couldn't care less. "You tried your best to get me fired, even lying about the time you tried to escape. I should have told your bloody godfather the truth, but I didn't. Do you know why?" He waited a second to see if Harry would say anything, but continued when the boy barely opened his mouth. "Because I owed it to your father, he paid for my education when I couldn't afford it, he also saved me once. So I owe it to him, and your mother."
"Is that the reason why you don't want to be with me? Because you owe something to my father?"
"No, it's because you're an insufferable, spoiled, fame-seeking, rule-breaking, arrogant brat."
"What if we start over again?"
"No, Potter, this will never be." Severus was starting to tire from repeating himself, but Harry didn't seem to want to give up.
"Please."
"Potter!" Severus was losing his self-control fast. "If what I say can't get your head out of the clouds then think of your mother and father. They wouldn't allow it for multiple reasons. First of all I'm much older than you," Severus wanted to continue but Harry cut him off.
"It's my life, I can do what I want, and I can choose who I want to do it with." Severus opened his mouth to object but was attacked by Harry who instantly pushed his tongue down Severus' throat.
Again Severus was attacked by Harry, but this time Severus found it more difficult to push Harry off him. Not because Harry was holding onto him tightly but because he was turned on by Harry's aggression. Harry's mouth was hot and wet, and at that moment it tasted like vanilla. If Severus wasn't so determined to push Harry off, he was sure he would take the boy right on the floor.
After only a few seconds, he finally managed to pull himself away from the boy, but not before he kissed Harry back.
They stared at each other for another few seconds before either of them said anything.
"You kissed me," whispered Harry when he finally overcame his shock. Multiple emotions passed through Severus. He wanted to flee the room, he wanted to hit Harry for kissing him again, and he wanted to go on kissing Harry. Luckily, he remembered who he was, so he cleared his throat and stared at Harry.
"You're mistaken again, Potter," he said with as much venom as he could, but his attempt was lost when his voice cracked. After clearing his throat, he continued, "You were the one that attacked me."
"You kissed me back!" Harry shouted at Severus. "Don't try to deny it, I felt it."
"I was just trying to tell you to stop; I can assure you I never kissed you back." Harry stared at Severus for another second before attacking him again. This time Severus couldn't help kissing Harry back immediately.
When Severus grabbed Harry and pulled him closer he heard the boy moan. At the sound his cock reacted rapidly. Both continued kissing wildly until Severus once again managed to stop himself. This time, Severus couldn't deny his attraction, so he turned around and fled the room as fast as possible.
When Harry was completely alone he let himself fall to the floor. A soft smile crossed his lips that not even a minute earlier he had been kissing Severus, who could no longer deny that he kissed Harry back.
He continued to sit there another minute before he finally decided to go after Severus. He knew the man would try to avoid him but it wouldn't stop him from at least trying.
He knocked on Severus' door and received no answer. He continued to try until he decided to approach Severus in a different way.
Harry got dressed and walked around the house until he stood beneath Severus' window. After warming his hands he started climbing up to the second floor, hoping that the window to his private bathroom was open.
Fate must have wanted him to be with Severus because the window was open. Silently he made his way in and walked over to the door, pushing his ear against the door to see if he could hear anything going on inside the room. He couldn't hear anything so he opened the door and entered Severus' bedroom.
He saw the man sitting by the desk with a pen in his hand. Harry didn't know what he was writing but he was sure it wasn't good.
"Get out!" Severus shouted at Harry when he realized he had managed to break into his private rooms, but his order was only met with a smile. "Didn't you hear me, Potter, get out, I do not wish to see you right now." Severus pushed the chair away so hard that it fell down with a loud bang.
Harry continued to stand in his ground as Severus walked over to him. He didn't flinch at his deadly glare.
"I don't want to see any spoiled bastards right now, Potter, so get the hell out of my room!"
Harry knew that his next action might get him killed but he wanted Severus. So when Severus was standing close to him he jumped and attacked the man with kisses. This time Severus didn't allow their lips to touch.
Using his self-defence skills Severus twirled Harry around and pushed him to the floor, using his arms to keep the boy down.
"Why do you continue to push yourself on me, Potter? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to be with you?"
"I know you like me, it won't help denying it," Harry said as soon as Severus finished. Severus could continue to deny it but he knew that Harry wasn't blind, especially not when he had been pulling Harry into a deeper kiss.
"A kiss can be shared without feelings, Potter. I enjoyed the kiss, but not the person who gave it to me." It was partly true, he did enjoy the kiss. And while he didn't hate Harry it was still wrong.
"You like me, I know you do."
"No, Potter, you like me, there is a big difference." Suddenly Severus felt something on the lower part of his body, caressing him. It didn't take him long to realize that it was Harry's hand. And as quickly as he could he pushed himself off Harry and backed away from him.
"It's only because I was hired to protect you that I haven't hurt you, Potter. Nobody takes such liberties with me and gets away with it."
"Then punish me, I don't care. I just want to see if there is anything more between us."
"There isn't."
"Why don't you even want to try? Are you afraid you might actually like me? Why are you acting like such a coward?"
"Don't call me a coward!" Severus wanted nothing more than to punch the little snot in the nose, but he restrained himself from hurting the boy. Instead he picked up a vase and threw it against the wall. "You think you know everything, but you don't know shit, Potter. You think you want to be with me, but you don't. Your friend just brainwashed you into believing it. You think I'm afraid of feelings, I'm not. I hate feelings. I know I am a bastard, I know I'm hated, and I know you hate me. So get your head out of your ass and leave me alone."
"What if this is what I want? What if we actually tried and it turned out to be more than a fling? What if this turned out to be love?"
"I don't believe in love. It's nothing more than a fantasy that people use as an excuse for everything. Love is used in war between countries, tribes, neighbours and even family and friends. Love is also used as an excuse for why a relationship should end. Love is nothing more than a pipe-dream, Potter. I don't believe in such nonsense."
"What do you believe in? Reproduction?"
"I'm sure you're not as dim-witted as that, Potter. You know well enough about my preferences. How on earth do you think I would be able to reproduce?"
"You don't need to fuck a woman in order to have a baby, Severus."
"And what makes you think I want a baby? What am I supposed to do with a baby?"
"You never wanted a family?" Again, Severus snapped and another vase met the same fate as the first one.
"Stop the interrogation, Potter. If you know what's best for you, you will leave me alone."
Harry could see that Severus was hurting, and as much as he wanted to kiss the man again he couldn't bring himself to continue.
Discouraged, he walked towards the door trying to come up with a plan that might get Severus interested in him. He reached the door and unlocked it, but before he left the room he turned towards Severus and stared at him.
"I will stop attacking you with kisses if you can kiss me for five seconds right now." He was sure Severus would decline, but Severus shocked him by walking straight over to him and pulled Harry close. Their eyes met for a second before Severus closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Harry's.
It took a second before Harry realized they were actually kissing. He began to kiss Severus back, pushing his tongue against Severus'. Harry counted the seconds and was shocked to learn that the kiss lasted far more than five seconds, and by the time they reached ten Severus was slowly kissing him back.
Harry's mind was starting to melt when Severus' tongue began to take possession of Harry's mouth. Soon the kisses turned passionate and Severus' hands roamed over Harry's body. Harry couldn't hold back and began moaning and writhing in pleasure.
Severus' lips slowly moved from Harry's mouth to his neck before they traveled down to his chest. Severus tried to think of any reason why he should stop, but he wasn't able to concentrate on anything other than the boy in his arms. Slowly he opened Harry's shirt, kissing each bit of flesh that was exposed. Soon he reached Harry's pants. The button was easily opened, and the zipper didn't take long either. He was just about to push Harry's pants down when he realized something important.
"You're a virgin," he whispered to himself. Harry growled when he realized what Severus meant by it.
"Take my virginity, Severus, I want you to."
Severus looked up at the boy, considering his offer for a second before he managed to mentally slap himself and wake up from his hypnotized state.
"I can't." Severus looked up at Harry before he stood up. It was supposed to be a five second kiss, not foreplay. "Get out!" Severus growled, happy that Harry obeyed at once and left the room.
When the boy was gone and the door closed again, Severus rested his forehead against the door. He tried his best to untangle his thoughts, but it wasn't easy. What shocked him the most was that he couldn't come up with any good reason to end the seduction. The only thing that stopped it was the knowledge that Harry was still pure.
He couldn't remember the last time he was so confused. Why hadn't he stopped because of the age difference? And what about the fact that he was almost Harry's uncle? Not only would Black kill him if he ever found out what had happened, but James and Lily would definitely join Sirius in his quest to destroy Severus.
He forced himself to leave the doorway and head over to the bathroom; he needed to take a cold shower to clear his mind.
By the time Severus finally walked into the shower, Harry walked out of his. He knew Severus wouldn't call him back so he prayed that a shower and a hand job would help him, which it did.
Then he walked down to the kitchen and sat down with his books, it was still early and he was determined to show Severus he could be mature.
While sitting there he realized it was only a week till the Christmas holiday, and then he wondered what Severus would be doing during that time. Would he go home or would he continue protecting Harry? Harry of course hoped Severus would stay, but he couldn't be sure until he asked him.
