Chapter 11

Harry finds himself sitting nervously on his owner's bed. He looks around the room; familiar with its contents from the many days he has cleaned and dusted in there. Running a hand across the soft cotton bedding, Harry shifts uncertainly. He is waiting on Severus who has been locked in the adjoining bathroom for the past 10 minutes. Taking a breath, Harry tries to calm himself.

Eyes closed as he patiently sits at the edge of the bed, the Gryffindor senses a figure standing before him. Opening his eyes, Severus continues to stand, looking Harry over for any sign of uneasiness. The Potions Master looks fresh, face washed and hair wetly wavy on his head.

"You showered?" Harry asks, wondering if he was expected to have done the same.

Snape runs a hand through his damp hair and sits down beside him without replying, a slight blush obvious on his cheeks.

The two wizards awkwardly sit in silence, both now avoiding looking at one another. Taking the initiative, Harry slowly reaches out to grasp the Slytherin's hand gently and receives a small squeeze in return.

"I am sorry" Severus whispers, breaking the silence between them.

Harry looks down at their hands intertwined with one another before replying. "For what?"

Snape releases Harry's hand to lightly gesture in the air. "For this. This situation. For everything."

Letting out a sigh, the Gryffindor puts together his thoughts. "Severus, you must know I don't blame you for my position. Its Voldemort's doing. All of it."

A ton of bricks are lifted off of Severus's shoulders. Harry does not blame him, does not hate him.

He turns to face the boy sitting next to him. "Do you really not despise me?"

Bright green eyes slowly close. Severus, I could never despise you. You, I now trust."

That is all Severus needs to hear.

Taking his hands, Snape cups Harry's face and kisses him. Kisses him like he has no other. They are one, one entity in unison. Harry's lips are soft, cushioning Snape's as they press together. A soft moan escapes Harry as he is pushed further onto the bed.

Lying beneath the freshly scented skin of Severus, Harry shivers with anticipation. To think, he is about to be pregnant with the Dark Lord's heir but all he cares about at this moment is receiving all of Severus.

The two bodies intertwine, clothes already scattered on the floor. Severus lightly trails his hands down the length of Harry's sides. His large palms hesitate for the briefest second before following the curve of Harry's backside.

The Gryffindor shudders. He has never had someone touch him so caringly before. Wanting to bring attention to Snape as well, Harry locks his arms around the Potion Master's neck, making the kiss deeper and more passionate.

The two wizards touch and explore each other, both basking in the warmth of the other. After some time, Harry finds himself wanting more, craving for Severus to be inside of him.

"Please, Severus. I need you. Now", Harry pleads.

Leaving one more kiss on Harry's collarbone, Severus positions himself above the pleading boy. Lining himself up at Harry's entrance, Severus slowly and gently pushes forward.

Harry clutched the sheets that were beneath them as Severus entered him. Yes, it was uncomfortable but every second more that they are joined, the pain lessens.

Once his member is fully inside, Severus pauses, letting Harry adjust. "Are you ok?" He askes.

Eyes locked on Snape, Harry nods. "Yeah, you can move now."

Bracing each hand on either side of Harry's head, Severus begins to slowly move in and out of him. After a few more minutes, Harry starts moaning. Picking up the pace some, Snape tries to angle himself more in search of Harry's prostate. After one particular hard thrust, Harry lets out a loud moan. Smirking to himself, Severus continues to hit the boy's sweet spot.

Harry's nails scratch Severus's back as they clutched for dear life. "I don't think I can last much longer", Harry pants.

Snape grunts as his hips kept a fast rhythm. He feels himself close to finishing as well. "Let go whenever you want."

Just as he tells Harry that, the boy comes with a loud yell. Feeling the tightening spasms of Harry's channel squeeze around him, Severus can hold on no longer. He releases inside of Harry.

Pulling the sheet over their exhausted bodies, Severus wraps his arms around the Gryffindor who has already fallen asleep. Lightly tucking Harry's head under his chin, the Death Eater kisses the messy dark brown hair.

Severus's hand reaches down to touch the boy's stomach, whispering in his ear. "I promise to protect you, Harry. And keep our child safe." Taking a breath, Snape closes his eyes to rest.

Eyes still closed, a small smile spreads across Harry's lips upon hearing what Severus has said.