Disclaimer: As much as I wish to be a literary genuis and multi-millionaire like JKR, I sadly am not and I own none of this intellectual property, except Evan. But you can borrow him if you want...

A/N: Thanks for the great response so far! I really love seeing the reviews and how many people have favorited the story. Wonderful!

Below is my first attempt at a sex scene. Please be kind, but let me know what you think!

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The walk from his lab in the dungeons to the second floor suite where his family lives had a way of improving Severus' mood regardless of any previous irritation. It surprised the former spy how quickly he had taken to fatherhood. He had always thought of himself as too broken to open himself up to that kind of love and connection. His relationship with Harry before the final battle was somewhat of a whirlwind. It had happened so quickly and without question due to the violence and chaos that surrounded them at the time that Severus hadn't realized how close he had allowed Harry to get until he was forced to watch Harry battle countless death eaters and finally face Voldemort himself. The Potion Master amazed himself by the level of power that came through his own wand during that last battle. He stood behind the golden trio with an eye always on the man who had wormed his way into his heart. Almost every spell that was sent toward Harry was deflected by his own considerable skill and power, but it was Severus who refused to allow his former comrades to continue fighting after attacking the Savior, his Savior. The ferocity that flowed through Severus during the battle was not a result of hate or anger, but of protection and love. No one hurts what is his.

The week following Harry's visit to the Burrow was busy with preparations for the upcoming school year. Harry and Severus spent most of their time together in the company of their son. Their conversations became less filtered, and Harry could feel himself growing accustomed to the Potion Master's frequent presence in his quarters. Severus had agreed that Harry's rooms were far more suitable for a small child, so they kept him settled in their little enclave of the castle. When the students returned to Hogwarts the following day, Severus knew that he would have to spend more time in the dungeons to be available for the Slytherins, so he wanted to soak up the uninterrupted time with the two who had latched onto his heart so fiercely. He anticipated a rather chilly reaction from his snakes when his son's parentage was discovered, but he would deal with that without upsetting Harry. Our son is not going to get sucked into petty house issues.The war is over and Slytherin needs to realize that.

Over the days since returning to the castle, it became clear to Harry that Severus was in it for the long haul. He was a loving father, even breaking from his chilly demeanor to try and make Evan laugh that adorable baby giggle. If his students could see him blowing bubbles on Evan's stomach, they would think he was hit with imperius. Harry was touched when Severus explained to him that he wanted to be a full-time parent for Evan, sharing whatever duties that was necessary fully with Harry. Albus had arranged their teaching schedules so that one of Evan's parents could always be with him during the day. They would still need Hermione or Molly to watch Evan during staff meetings or other school events that they both needed to attend together, but the men were planning on making a concerted effort of keep their son close and protected. The castle was the safest place for him in the world likely, but he was still the son of the Chosen One and an ex-Death Eater who spied for the light. Even at less than five months old, he would have plenty of enemies.

When Severus finally walked through the quidditch painting in the second floor corridor, he was surprised to hear near silence from the quarters that were normally quite lively before the dinner hour. The space smelled fantastic, but neither Evan nor Harry was in the living area. "Hello? Potter? It is too quiet in here. What have you done with my child?"

Harry walked out of his bedroom, robeless, wearing charcoal gray pants that hugged every curve and a black silk v-neck t-shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders and narrow waist. "Evan is having a sleepover with Victoire. I thought that we could have dinner together alone before the term starts. Bill and Fleur offered to babysit, so I thought maybe we could attempt a....a date I guess."

Severus could tell that Harry was nervous about how the Potion Master would take his proposal. "That sounds acceptable Mr. Potter." Despite the control of his words, Severus' eyes were suddenly aflame with desire for the strong, handsome wizard. How does he look that good after giving birth to a baby only a couple of months ago? I'm hoping I can make it through dinner.

Without thought, Harry padded over to Severus and kissed him. Not full of passion or anticipation for the night ahead of them, but rather a kiss that was solid, comfortable, and with a quiet, but unquestioned sense of ownership. "Take your robe off, Sev. You're going to help me in the kitchen. I think that you can probably handle making a salad, right?"

Smiling at the sight before him, Harry barefoot and in his element moving around the kitchen to prepare dinner, Severus removed his own robe and rolled the sleeves up on the black collared shirt that he preferred to wear when brewing. The two men worked together in a comfortable silence. Neither needed instruction, so they moved around each other to complete the simple dinner of hearty lasagna, salad, and crusty homemade bread. Harry poured a glass of red wine, took a sip, and offered it to his companion. It was something that they had started before the final battle, sharing a glass of wine when Harry came to the dungeon after a long day of training. It was never commented on, but the intimacy of the interaction was not lost on either man.

With a wave of his wand, Harry had dimmed the lights in the lounge and several candles on the dining room table flickered to life. Offering Severus a plate, Harry gestured for them to sit at the table. "Are you being wooed by my attempts at romance, Sev?"

"Perhaps. You may need to try a little harder though if you want to assure that you get lucky tonight," joked the tall, dark man who couldn't take his eyes off Harry.

"Ha...you are awfully presumptuous Professor Snape. I would not do anything to defile your virtue."

"My virtue is in your hands, as is my heart and body and really anything else you want," the Potion Master took Harry's hand and kissed the palm gently. Harry was awed by the openness that he saw in the ebony eyes that looked at him across the table.

"I strangely enjoy our dinners with Evan wiggling around and trying to get his hands on everything, but it is nice to spend the night with just you too."

"Maybe we can try to fit these in during the semester. I'm sure that we have a bevy of babysitters who would take that little monster off our hands once in a while."

"Monster? I think you are talking about some other child. My son is a perfect angel," commented the younger man.

"You did witness the cereal incident this morning, right? I do not believe that there was anything "accidental" about your son's attempt at magic. He apparently did not enjoy his breakfast, as he felt it would be better dumped over my head. I don't think I have ever seen such a smile on that boy's face."

"It was a shining moment for me, actually. I got a few pictures for his album. I think your house would appreciate copies. The dungeon bat pretending a spoon is a muggle aeroplane, then being attacked by baby porridge." Harry's chuckles came from deep in his chest and were causing tears to slip down his cheeks. Severus couldn't help by join in, despite how long it had taken him to get the cereal out of his ears.

Dinner was a pleasant affair and the pair cleaned up the remnants of the meal together. Settled on the couch with a fire burning to take the unseasonable chill off the castle air, Harry didn't hesitate to cuddle up to Severus' side. "A lot has changed, hasn't it?"

"Indeed. Mostly for the better though, I believe. The Dark Lord is gone and of course there is the little monster's presence in our lives."

"You didn't say anything about us, Sev. A lot has changed with us. This isn't just sex anymore."

"It was never just sex, brat. We just didn't have much time to do anything but have sex last time. We couldn't exactly go strolling hand-in-hand down Diagon Alley at the height of the war, could we?"

"We can't exactly do that now either. How we have managed to keep Evan out of the public eye since we arrived at the castle, I have no idea. There's no chance of having another week of peace with him once the students are back. The Prophet will be trying for a picture of him at every turn."

"Maybe we should allow it then. One article, and then we are closed off. Ask Miss Lovegood to publish it in the Quibbler. A story of Evan Potter-Snape and his fathers, who plan on keeping their family together and safe at whatever cost. It is the truth, isn't it?"

"It's my truth, love." Harry said, "But you do know the response that you will be getting. Likely Howlers, nasty looks, and the like. You have corrupted the Savior."

"I plan on continuing to corrupt him as well, so they better get used to it."

Harry couldn't help but smile at Severus' willingness to put himself on the line when it came to him and Evan. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the older man's thin, warm lips. They had not spent much time alone since returning to Hogwarts, and besides a few chaste pecks in greeting, their lips had barely connected. The older man's tongue traced his lower lip, begging for entrance. Harry welcomed him and surrendered to the passion that he had missed for so long.

Large, calloused hands were inside of his shirt, sending shivers across the former quidditch player's cut stomach. Harry could feel himself heating up and starting to lose control, passed the point where he could stop his body from seeking out the heat of the older man. "mmmm...baby, I missed you."

Harry couldn't tell if minutes or hours had passed, all he could feel with the warmth of Severus' mouth and the feel of those incredible hands. The taller man pulled Harry onto his lap, stripped his shirt off, and moved his kisses down the smaller man's neck. "Tell me what you missed, Harry."

Harry could barely hold back the moans as Severus latched onto a sensitive spot behind his ear. "I missed your lips...everywhere. How your hands feel on my skin. I missed you inside me, Sev. It's like we were made for each other. No one else could ever make me scream like you do....mmmm." The site before the Potion Master was almost too much for his eyes to bear. They were face to face with Harry straddling the lap of his former professor. Harry's eyes were filled with desire, nearly as black as his own, his lips red from desperate kisses and his bites of his own bottom lip to keep his moans at bay. Severus could feel Harry's hardness pressed into his stomach, and worried that they would lose control too soon as the younger man started to grind their hips together.

Severus felt a wave of sadness mix with his lust toward his lover; he had almost given this up. Run away from the feeling that swelled in his chest when Harry was near. I could have lost him, all because of my own insecurities.The passion swirled in the Potion Master and he felt the incontrollable urge to make Harry his...forever."No one will ever know you like this...no one but me."

"mmmm...only you." Harry could see that Severus needed him, needed to know that they were one again. When they made love, Harry was always awestruck by the passion that the normally stoic man radiated. Their eyes were always locked, their hands sending sparks through each other's skin. Harry bit back another groan as Severus bit lightly on his left nipple, while the hands infused with magic tweaked the right. "Merlin Sev...I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that. Make me yours, baby. Show me that I'm yours..."

Both of the men removed the other's clothing with a frantic need that was vibrating through their bodies. Naked, yet still in the same position on the living room sofa, Harry let out a groan of appreciation when he saw his lover's body. When he got a glimpse of Severus' uncovered body for the first time last year, it had been a shock by how muscled and strong the older man was. Now, after months traveling the world and collecting potions ingredients in many physically demanding locations, Severus was lean, chiseled and tan. "Merlin, Sev, you look amazing. If students knew what you were hiding under your robes, your clothes would get hexed off every day."

"Let's keep it our little secret then. I am too busy looking at you. You are positively edible." Severus bit down on Harry's shoulder to emphasize his point, leaving a harsh red mark that excited Harry even further.

Eyes full of lust, Harry wrapped his fingers around the long, thick cock of the tall, strong older man underneath him. His thumb rubbed the leaking head, and Harry proceeded to fist the throbbing member. Severus' eyes lost focus and his mouth looked like it was issuing silent whimpers. Harry grabbed his wand with his unoccupied hand and murmured contraceptive, stretching and lubricating spells at himself. Another quick spell to his palm provided an oily clear liquid that Harry coated over Severus' hard shaft. Without a word, Harry maneuvered his lover to his entrance and sank down on him slowly. Both men exclaimed moans that sounded as if they came from their souls.

As Harry grew accustomed to the welcomed intrusion, he kissed Severus deeply, trying to express how much he had missed the feeling of togetherness that only this act can elicit. He began to move up and down Severus' slick cock, grunting and moaning in time with the speed of their movements.

The Potion Master let Harry take the lead, knowing that he currently needed to feel in control of their relationship. He watched himself disappear into the man he loves and sighed in absolute contentment. Nothing feels like this. I can't even tell where my body ends and his begins. I never want this to end.

Harry found a quick rhythm that slammed his prostate with every stroke. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer, especially since it had been so long since he last had sex. Tightening his muscles around the cock inside of him, Harry sped up his movements and only seconds later heard Severus scream "Harry...love....fuck…love...you" as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Feeling his lover come inside of him sent Harry over the edge and he erupted on both of their sweat-covered stomachs. Harry collapsed on the Potion Master's chest, feeling perfectly sated and marvelously happy.

Minutes passed; finally Severus slid out of Harry and quietly whispered a cleaning charm across their stomachs. "Bed, my love?"

Harry could only grumble an affirmative response and within seconds he was unconscious in his bed.

The normally cold, detached Potion Master felt tears wet his cheeks as he wrapped his arms tightly around the man who had stolen his heart. I don't deserve this, but I am never going to let him go.

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