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Note: Thank you for the reviews. Let's make it to 700 now alright? So this is Harry's birthday and I've got a very special surprise for our Birthday Boy, let's begin. Smut warning. This is going to be a long chapter. Sorry the delay in the update but my life has been incredible crazy lately and I've been stressing myself out, literally and some stuff has been happening to me that rocked my world quite a bit and made me question some things and made me wonder if I want to continue in this manner. Anyway, here is the chapter.
The thirty-first of July had always had a special meaning to Harry Potter. It wasn't only the fact that it was his birthday that made it special but also the fact that he was a year older and one step closer to becoming eighteen and leaving the Dursleys behind forever. But in all honesty his best birthday had been his eleventh when Hagrid had come to deliver his letter and told him about the wizarding world.
All his other birthdays had been spent alone, counting down the seconds at midnight until he was a year older and 'his day' could begin. It was only 24 hours but it was 24 hours in which Harry imagined that people who cared about him did something special for him simply because it was his birthday.
But in reality, it had never happened that way. Sure, there had been belated birthday parties at the Weasleys but those had always been overshadowed by the threat of Voldemort and Death Eaters and last year, well there had been an unannounced visit by the Minister for Magic and there had been Moody's death, as well as the fact that they had been chased by Death Eaters. In short, it hadn't been a birthday with fond memories.
And this year…this year was gearing up to be even worse. Today, the outcome of Snape's trial. It would overshadow everything. Harry was lucky he would even get ten minutes alone with his bond mate before Snape was carted off to Azkaban.
He pressed closer against Snape's arm, refusing to open his eyes and to face the world and this dreaded day. He sighed; couldn't the Wizengamot announce their decision tomorrow? He just wanted to spend one birthday happy but it seemed that not even tiniest wishes were granted.
"Harry?" The deep voice was sleep roughed but Harry knew Snape had been awake for a while.
"Mmm?" Harry didn't open his eyes, instead pressing his body closer to the warmth of Snape's body. Could he just pretend for a few minutes that everything was alright and he would be woken up with a cheerful happy birthday and a kiss and perhaps a cuddle?
"You ought to get up and take a shower. The aurors will be here soon to accompany us to the Ministry." Harry opened his eyes, blinking up stupidly at Snape. Was the older wizard serious? Snape's scowl certainly seemed to imply so.
Harry lifted his face, looking up at the tousled dark hair of his bond mate. Snape's dark eyes didn't soften once and Harry wondered if something had happened. He hadn't counted down this time so he couldn't have awoken Snape from his sleep so what else was it?
"Can I just lay here for a moment longer to cuddle? I…I just don't want to get up." Harry wrapped an arm around the thin waist next to his head but Snape stiffened and immediately shoved Harry away, Harry nearly stumbling from the bed.
"Mr. Potter, get up and take that shower! There'll be no playing around in bed this morning!" Snape snarled. Harry flinched, immediately looking away, chewing on his lip. He closed his eyes and counted to ten silently. Snape was just nervous because of the outcome of the trial.
But couldn't the older wizard just at least give him a kiss as a birthday greeting? He knew he shouldn't expect any presents; Snape didn't strike him as the kind of man who did. He opened his eyes again and looked at his husband.
Snape raised an eyebrow and Harry sighed, looking away again before he slipped from the bed, rejection reading in every motion. Snape had forgotten his birthday. It was as simple as that, how else could Harry justify that Snape suddenly snapped at him and wouldn't allow Harry to touch him?
In the past week they had always woken up together, cuddling in bed before Harry got up to make breakfast and Snape went to take his shower. Had that changed as well? Had Snape finally realized that Harry wasn't worth keeping around?
Just keep thinking positively, Harry. Come on, lad, you can do it. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation why Snape is behaving like this and I'm sure he'll tell you soon enough. It probably just escaped his notice that it is your birthday with everything going on.
Harry tried to force himself to smile as he stepped towards the bathroom.
"Oh and Harry?" Harry turned; sure Snape had remembered when the older wizard merely said coldly.
"Do hurry up!"
Aware that he was staring and that his mouth had fallen open from shock, Harry hastily turned and wiped at his suspiciously burning eyes with his sleeve as he muttered. "Right, won't take long."
It didn't take him long to disappear into the shower and to lose himself in the spray of hot water where he could pretend that it wasn't tears streaming down his face but the hot water from the shower because really who would cry simply because their husband forgot their birthday?
Hp
Severus sighed, resting his hand on the doorknob to the bathroom door. He could hear the shower running behind the closed door and wondered for a moment if his course of action had been the right one. Had he wounded Harry with his cold act? He sighed again and ran the hand resting on the doorknob through his long hair, pulling it away from his face before he made a decision.
He walked downstairs, using heavy footsteps on the stairs so that Harry would hear him. He hoped he hadn't overplayed his part but he wanted it to be a surprise.
He walked into the kitchen, adjusting his stride a little. Now what to make? What would Harry like to eat?
He didn't even know. He didn't even know what his young husband liked to have for breakfast. Severus leaned against the countertop, a groan escaping his lips as his cock strained against his trousers. He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose.
It has certainly been a while since this happened to me. He thought with a smirk. The last time he woke up with a morning erection that had not been brought on by Harry's unconscious and unintentional (though he wasn't entirely sure on that account) wiggling or rubbing against him, he was too far gone to remember fondly.
And now today of all days. If only…
Severus sighed again. This was not the time for foolish dramatic Gryffindor thoughts. He had never been a man prone to hope, only in his darkest moments had he indulged himself into believing everything would turn out for the best but now…now he couldn't help but hope that everything would turn out for the best today so that he simply could take Harry to his bed and do all the wicked things to him Severus had been imagining.
He licked his lips unconsciously at the thought of Harry underneath the shower, naked, aroused and…hurt…His erection wilted slightly. Harry was hurt because he believed Severus had forgotten his birthday.
Severus sighed for the uncountable time this morning and looked around the kitchen. If he didn't get a move on soon then Harry would know for sure that Severus had forgotten this special day. So he made up his mind and went to work, regardless of what the day would bring, he had a bond mate to surprise and woo.
Hp
Harry rubbed at his eyes to make sure they weren't red or poufy before he pushed open the hidden door to the living room. He took a deep breath, trying to appear calm and collected, not nervous and upset or whatever he was feeling.
All he knew was that his chest was aching a lot with each deep breath he took and he was sniffling back tears. He wiped at his nose with his hand. I'm such a freak! Why am I such a nancyboy that I cry simply because Snape forgot my birthday? It isn't like it is worth remembering…
Harry refused to acknowledge that he had expected Snape to remember his birthday. He had been looking forward to it even. It had been fun to think of what Snape would do to him this day, what they would have done to celebrate when Snape was exonerated.
But Harry had been kidding himself. Snape had no intention of celebrating his birthday. Hell, the older wizard even had no intention to mention this day except to go to the Ministry and nothing more. It didn't matter to Snape that this was a special day to Harry or that…
Oh shit…
Harry stood frozen at the sight of the nicely set table as he entered the kitchen.
What's going on?
He gaped, turning towards the stove only to find Snape leaning his hips against the counter as the older wizard raised an eyebrow and softly invited. "Well go on and take a seat. We don't want the food to go cold, now do we?"
"Right, of course not." Harry could feel his ears burning as he hurried towards the table. But before he reached it, Snape called.
"Oh and Harry…?"
Harry turned to look at his bond mate as Snape said with a quick upturn of his thin lips. "Happy birthday, brat." And as Harry found his own smile echoed by Snape, he found that his appetite had suddenly increased because he had been wrong. Snape had remembered his birthday.
Hp
Severus buttered his toast, taking a long sip of tea as he closed his eyes in obvious enjoyment. The warm liquid warmed his stomach and settled his nerves. He hadn't even reached for the Daily Prophet that was suddenly delivered daily by a cranky owl.
The owl obviously didn't expect payment because it flew off the moment the paper had been released from its leg. Severus opened his eyes, smiling at Harry as the younger male looked up from his own meal. Severus stared at the nearly full plate of scrambled eggs in front of Harry and wondered if he had made a mistake. He wracked his memory, thinking back on all those breakfasts at Hogwarts and trying to remember what it was that Harry had always piled his plate with.
"Don't you like scrambled eggs?" He asked carefully, gesturing with his knife towards Harry's plate. The green eyes widened and Harry looked down at his plate, as if he had forgotten it was even there.
"Uhm no, they're fine. I just…I'm not very hungry. I don't even know how you can eat today…." Harry's voice dropped away and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Quite easily, you put food on your fork and you put it in your mouth. Now the next part is quite tricky, you chew and breathe through your nose at the same time. The more you do it, the easier it becomes and then you swallow the food when it has been chewed small enough. I had thought by now that it had been the one lesson you had mastered."
Chagrined Harry looked away but Severus could see the younger wizard rolling his eyes before he clarified. "I mean, aren't you nervous? I'm afraid that if I eat something now it will just make reappearance later."
Severus put his cutlery down and answered after some contemplation about how much to tell Harry. "I've resigned myself to my fate, Harry. It is inevitable that I have to appear in front of the Wizengamot. There is a chance that this may be the last real breakfast I may have in a while so I intend to enjoy it. Now you do realize that it is only a good show of manners to finish the meal I've prepared for you."
He smirked and watched as Harry picked up his fork before the younger male said. "But I've never been raised to focus on my manners."
Severus rolled his eyes and answered. "Then it seems that I've my work cut out for me." And as Harry pretended to growl at him, Severus laughed softly, for a moment forgetting about the day ahead in a rare moment of light heartedness.
Hp
The ceiling outside the waiting hall to courtroom 10 in the Ministry for Magic was cracked. Harry wondered why. Had nervous wizards and witches taken out their suspense upon the innocent ceiling by sending small blasts up towards it or had the Ministry done it on purpose not paying attention to the ceiling?
The ceiling certainly was easier to look at than at the rest of the corridor. The aurors that had occupied them were standing guard next to Snape who was chained with manacles. Even while Harry knew that this would happen it had still upset him greatly to see the powerful wizard bound so easily.
The moment the aurors had appeared on the doorstep Snape had stepped up with a soft "let's get this over with". Why had the older wizard allowed himself to be bound so easily and his magic blocked? Harry shivered, remembering the faint tug on his own magic that he couldn't ignore.
Snape was leaning against the wall behind him with as much dignity as possible with his hands bound in front of him and his legs shackled. Harry couldn't bear to look at him. He couldn't bear to look at the empty black eyes or the mask that had settled over the sallow face.
The cold black eyes didn't generate any warmth and Harry wondered at the difference between the Severus Snape he had seen this morning and the Severus Snape he saw now. But he knew that he liked to have the person he had begun to think as his Severus, the one he usually saw in private, was the one he liked to keep in private. There were just some things that he liked to have for himself.
The doors to the courtroom opened with a loud bang and Harry nearly imagined dramatic music that would surely play in a Muggle movie. He turned towards the doors, taking a deep breath that didn't even seem to reach his lungs. This was it, his whole future depending on this.
He was aware of people beside him, and as he looked to his left he was surprised to find Hermione standing beside him, trying to give him an encouraging smile. Harry tried to smile back but he found he was failing miserably. They approached the aurors that stood guard outside the court room, following Snape inside.
"Only Mr. Potter, Professor McGonagall and Mr. Weasley are to go inside. The rest of you lot can wait outside!" One of the aurors said gruffly. Harry didn't recognize him but Ron immediately said hotly.
"And why can't we go inside? We're here to support them."
"The decision of the Wizengamot will be declared when they've announced it! Now you lot stay here, these are orders from Minister Shacklebolt."
Ron announced his reaction to this quite loudly but Harry looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Arthur was standing behind him and softly asked. "Are you ready, son?"
Harry could only nod, he was afraid that the moment he opened his mouth words wouldn't be the only thing that came out. He looked into the well lid room, hearing the shackles move as Snape sat down. He swallowed thickly, his throat tight and hurting as he swallowed.
He wanted this to be over, nothing more. Part of him wanted to run out of the hall and hide under a bench, in a cupboard or anywhere until this was over. He balled his fist; he hadn't even received a present yet today. He sighed and then nodded, not trusting his voice.
Mr. Weasley pushed him inside by the considerate and very helpful hand on his shoulder because if it hadn't been for that hand, Harry was sure that he would have bolted.
Hp
Severus moved his hands a little in his lap, the shackles that bound him moving in union. He winced with the sharp sound. No self respecting wizard should be forced to go through with this but unlike the last time, Kingsley did not move forward to unleash him.
He stared up at the stern faces of the assembled members of the Wizengamot, peering for any clue of his sentence but none were given or forthcoming. He sighed and stared down at his dusty robe. The moment he had been put in the shackles had been the moment when the robe had been dirty. Oh well, it was one of his warmer robes. He was at least dressed to go to Azkaban.
Severus wasn't going to kid himself that he wouldn't be sentenced to Azkaban because that would even be foolishly hopeful for a Gryffindor and Severus was many things but not a Gryffindor. Speaking of Gryffindors. He glanced towards the benches where Harry was sitting. His young husband looked so small and lost here, like he wanted nothing more than to run. Severus couldn't blame him.
He didn't have any regrets, well perhaps that he wasn't going to have the chance to give Harry his birthday present tonight or to repeat the bonding between him but other than that. He knew he wouldn't come out of this war unscathed. He sighed again, he had been lucky to at least have two months with Harry.
The green eyes looked dull and frightful. Severus sat up a little bit straighter. It was no doubt hard on Harry to see him here so nearly defeated. Severus had always been in control but now, now he was bound, brought down on his knees in front of a bunch of old wizards and witches who hadn't even lifted a finger let alone bat an eyelash in the previous two years when the war raged. Where had they all been in the Final Battle? Cowering at home?
His lip curled into a sneer and Severus sat up straighter. He would be damned if these people saw him as weak. He had lived and fought through two wars, damn it. He was Severus Snape Potter, Potions Master, spy and husband to Harry Potter. He had successfully, well most of the time, lied to two powerful wizards who both manipulated him to their own end. He may not have gotten much out of this war and barely escaped alive but he would rather face Nagini again than to allow them to reduce him to a quivering mess.
They could sentence him to Azkaban, they could sentence him to be Kissed for Merlin's sake but they wouldn't take away his pride and his dignity, even when that wasn't much to begin with.
"Minister Shacklebolt?" Groveling and begging had never been his strong suit but Severus supposed he could try it.
"Yes, Professor Snape?" The dark skin man looked down at him almost kindly, Severus noted nearly frightened. It was how somebody would look at you before they sent you off to Azkaban, a last request if you will.
"Does Mr. Potter Snape have to present for the sentence? It is his birthday and I do think that he deserves to have a little bit of happiness on this otherwise dreadful day." Severus kept his tone light and eyes on the Minister for Magic as the various members of the Wizengamot whispered amongst themselves.
"I'm sorry, Professor, but Mr. Potter Snape's presence is required." Kingsley told him kindly. Severus sneered and looked away. He made the mistake of looking at Harry and found that his young husband was almost white with fear. Arthur Weasley had a strong hand on both of Harry's shoulders but the frightened green eyes were fixed on Severus. Severus met them with the intention of sending a reassuring glance Harry's way but he found himself unable to do so.
"Right, we shall not keep you in suspense any longer. Now I must say that this is perhaps the first time that the Wizengamot has reached a decision unanimously. I must say that the evidence was staggering. Not only the evidence of Professor Snape's own memories but the testimony of several people, not in the least bit Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy. But what gave the full breakthrough for our decision was the evidence provided by Professor McGonagall on behalf of the deceased Albus Dumbledore."
Severus closed his eyes, not sure what he would hear. His throat felt tight and he swallowed thickly as Kingsley cleared his throat and announced his voice deep and carrying far.
"On this day, the 31 of July 1998, the Wizengamot has decided that Severus Tobias Snape Potter shall not be held accountable for his actions on the night that Professor Albus Dumbledore died. Severus Tobias Snape Potter has shown remarkable bravery in the final year of the war and therefore he will receive an Order of Merlin first class for assisting and succeeding in the downfall of Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. The accusations that Lucius Malfoy has thrown at the feet of Severus Tobias Snape Potter will be hereby deemed unimportant enough to sway the sentence in the other direction. This decision stands firmly and the only thing the Wizengamot orders Severus Tobias Snape Potter to do is to live a long and healthy life with his husband. This sentence cannot be revoked and this decision stands firm!"
The moment Kingsley knocked with the gavel to announce the end of the hearing Severus' eyes flew open. He blinked in shock, no it couldn't be. He hadn't just been…had he?
He looked up at Kingsley but it wasn't his voice that asked the question. "What does this mean?"
Harry's voice sounded impossibly young and hopeful and Severus swung around to look at the younger male.
"It means, Harry…." Kingsley's smile was amused but genuine. "That Severus has been exonerated! He is free from all charges."
Severus realized now that it was only himself who was still sitting frozen in the chair and holding himself in place and not the shackles. They had fallen away the moment the gavel announced Severus' freedom. He looked up as Harry jumped over the rail and landed on his feet, sprinting towards Severus.
The moment was nearly the same that had inspired their first kiss but this time Severus was on his feet and he caught Harry as the younger male knocked him back into the chair, throwing his arms around Severus' waist as he buried his face in Severus' chest, sobbing wildly.
Severus gasped for breath and words before he said. "Mr. Potter, this is not an occasion for tears, unless you're disappointed that the Wizengamot hasn't sentenced me to Azkaban."
Harry looked up, grinning widely through his tears as he said. "Of course not, you foolish git! These are tears of happiness!"
And as Severus found his own face softening into a smile just for Harry's sake, he knew that the moment couldn't have been sweeter or indeed, happier.
Hp
The doors to the corridor opened with a slowness Harry found maddening. He couldn't wait to get out of this stuffy courtroom. He had spent too much time here already and the taste of freedom, Snape is free! was so intoxicating that Harry didn't feel like spending another minute with the Wizengamot.
He didn't want to talk to any of the members, didn't feel like shaking hands, and didn't want to offer any thanks or anything else. No, the only thing he wanted to do was to go outside and celebrate. He didn't care that the goofy smile seemed to have taken over his face or that he couldn't stop grinning or the rather small detail that he had taken the liberty of holding Snape's slender warm hand in his own with no conscious thought of letting go, ever.
And the best thing was perhaps, Snape hadn't scolded or glared at him once from the moment Harry had taken his hand. The older wizard merely gave Harry's hand a squeeze as he accepted his wand back from Kingsley.
"You boys go, I'll handle things here." Professor McGonagall's smile was sweet and indulging as Harry stepped from one foot to the other. He wanted to get out of here. He tried to stand still; he knew the reproductions whenever he exhibited this kind of behavior with the Dursleys and he knew Snape's wicked tongue but this was just….this just felt too good to stand still.
Snape sighed but Harry could see how warm his husband's eyes were as they fixed on him before Snape rose from the chair and softly said. "I suppose that this is the birthday present you've been waiting for, isn't it? Well, perhaps that means I won't have to indulge in a celebration of your own then."
"Oh but I thought that the breakfast this morning was your present?" Harry had to lengthen his steps slightly to keep up with Snape's longer strides. He didn't want to be pulled behind the man like an unruly child clutching his father's hand.
Snape fixed him with a look before the older man smoothly said. "Well, you'll just have to be patient and find out, won't you?"
He tugged on Snape's hand, curling his fingers around the long ones in his grasp as he said. "Oh come on, you can give me a hint, can't you?"
"It would rather spoil the surprise, Harry. And above all, it is a surprise and no; the breakfast was as much a gift to you as it was to me. One last moment of peace if you will before I was carted off to Azkaban." Snape looked away for a moment.
"But you've been exonerated so now you can tell me what the surprise is you've got planned for me." Harry pressed himself against the lean body, blinking innocent green eyes that he knew were Snape's weak spot up towards the Potions Master.
Snape merely raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed before he smoothly said with a smirk. "Clever, Mr. Potter, but not clever enough. Since my plan was just that, a plan, it will need time and effort to allow it to bear fruit and I'm not going to spoil my plans by giving them away. You just have to wait like all other people until I see it fit to share my plan with you."
"But how will you know if I'm going to like it?"
"Well seeing as you were more than eager the last couple of times and I'm fairly certain that I saw you shiver in anticipation whenever I mention something like my plan, I'm fairly certain that my plan will be a huge success. Or if nothing else will get a rise out of you."
Harry frowned. What in Merlin's name is Snape talking about?
He opened his mouth to ask but a commotion at the doors had him looking away.
"Let me through! What is taking so bloody long? They're standing right there! Let me through!" Ron's voice carried quite far as the older wizard struggled against the aurors that held him. His tall red haired friend spotted Harry from across the distance and increased his cries.
Harry tugged on Snape's hand again, reluctantly leaning away from the man. It seemed that Ron couldn't wait. He sighed and Snape looked at him before too looking at Ron. The thin lips thinned even more as Snape softly said. "We should go and give them the news, wouldn't want to be the one to give Weasley a brain aneurism."
Harry stared at his husband for a moment longer, aware that the moment which had existed between them earlier was gone. He nodded and led the way but a tug on his hand pulled him back to walk by Snape's side.
"Not so quick, brat, I'm an old man; my legs are not so fast." He can be as quick as the devil when the mood strikes him.
Harry merely smiled and allowed himself to walk by Snape's side, hands intertwined and swinging softly.
Hp
First steps are always the hardest.
Severus had taken many first steps. He had taken the first steps to the Dark Lord, and the first steps away from the Dark Lord. The first steps after Lily had died, the first steps when he had begun teaching at Hogwarts. The first steps as a guilt ridden young man who wished to atone for his sins. The first steps as a murderer, the first steps as Harry's husband…
All those steps had been hard but what had been a constant companion on those travels had been his guilt and his knowledge that it was only a matter of time before he would atone for his sins. But now…
Now he was taking his steps as a free man, truly a free man and what was most amazing of all perhaps, he was walking hand in hand with Harry Potter. He was walking hand in hand with somebody who obviously wasn't afraid to walk together with Severus.
Severus focused for a moment on the messy hair that reached a little bit above his shoulder. Harry looked happy; the strain of worry that had been showing in his face had disappeared completely. The green eyes were focused on the assembled crowd and Severus couldn't help but give the slightly sweaty palm in his own hand a squeeze.
Harry squeezed back and took a step closer to Severus, bumping into him for a moment. The delicious body heat of Harry's body nearly brought a groan to Severus' lips and he realized he hadn't even kissed his husband.
He stopped in his tracks, pulling on Harry's arm as the still walking younger man's momentum spun Harry on his feet and Severus bowed his head to forcefully crush Harry's lips underneath his own. He wrapped an arm around Harry's waist as the startled younger wizard struggled for a moment before melting against him and then Harry was kissing him back, passionately, eagerly, wantonly and hungrily and Severus slowed their kiss down.
"Oh no!" Somebody choked back a sob and Harry stiffened before he pulled away, green eyes wide and the glasses askew on his face as he turned back to stare at Weasley, Granger and the other Weasleys who had gathered to hear the news. All of them were staring at them with a sad and sometimes angry look on their faces. Molly and Granger were blinking back tears and finally Molly said.
"How could they? How could they do this to you and Harry?" Severus blinked. Was that daft woman actually implying that it was wrong that he had been exonerated?
"Excuse me?" He managed after a moment, his voice icy as he hissed, his eyes spitting fire. "What is wrong with me kissing my husband?"
"But…but it was the same kiss you gave Harry when they locked you away in Azkaban…." Granger seemed confused and Severus bit out sharply.
"For your information, I've been cleared of all charges so if and when I wish to kiss my husband to celebrate the good news, namely that I'm a free man and I can therefore make a choice like a free man, and that is to kiss my husband right now, I could care less about the inconvenience for you when I kiss Harry, such as now."
Severus ignored the gasps from the crowd as he pulled Harry to him again. This time the kiss was returned much sooner as Harry wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling Severus down. Severus enjoyed the sensation for a moment, as he allowed his mind to think about tonight, just for a brief second. Don't get your hopes up; Harry may not want to do it again…
But Severus could feel how Harry melted against him, seeking out their kiss with an enthusiasm Severus wasn't that keen on displaying in a corridor at the Ministry for Magic. He startled when he felt another warm body press against his own, different arms than Harry's pulling him into an embrace. There was even sobbing in his ear and he broke the kiss to look around.
Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger both had their arms around them, Harry in the middle looking as befuddled as Severus felt. He wanted to snap at them but Molly Weasley pulled back, dabbing at her watery eyes with a handkerchief as she gave him a bright smile and said. "Exonerated! Oh Severus, this is wonderful and on today of all days. We always knew that you were innocent but those old men can have such thick heads…" She choked back another sob and gave him another hug, Severus could only helplessly pat her on the shoulder and shot a look at Harry, praying for help.
His own bond mate was having his own trouble by the looks of it as both Granger and Weasley fawned over him, asking him questions and congratulating him. Granger glanced at him and then smiled, nodding.
"It is alright, isn't it, Severus, if we take Harry to the Burrow for his party?"
Severus blinked at Molly Weasley before he snarled. "Of course it is, I've given my consent already, haven't I?"
Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to be the least bit frazzled by his tone as she smiled cheerily. "Won't you join us? I'm sure Harry would relish the chance of celebrating his birthday with his bond mate."
"No, I'll not. I've told you that I've planned a private celebration between Harry and myself." And in light of recent events I've decided more than ever to go through with it.
Mrs. Weasley looked a little bit put out but she finally smiled at him and before Severus could even make a move or a comment, she had kissed him light on the cheek and smiled.
"I'll take good care of your bond mate, Severus, I promise and congratulations, dear, you really deserve it." And with another smile Mrs. Weasley went to gather her brood, including Harry and was off, Severus watching them go. He gave a nod towards Harry as the younger male looked back at him uncertain for a moment, perhaps wondering where he would be dragged off too next. Severus allowed himself a faint smirk; he knew exactly where he was planning to drag Harry off to the moment his husband got home.
Hp
The Weasleys are nice people, really, but I know for certain why I value the peace around Spinner's End.
Harry rubbed at his forehead; trying to smile as yet another present was set before him. Weren't they done yet? He wanted to go home and spend some time with Snape, to hopefully get his present and to have some cuddle time with his now free husband.
He couldn't help but think that it all had been a mix-up. So much had gone wrong in his life at the last moment that he wouldn't be surprised if the aurors had come in and arrested Snape in the death of the night. Perhaps they had taken Snape already….
Harry forced himself to take a deep breath. Snape was fine. Hell, if somebody would have a tough time it would be the aurors who would come to arrest Snape. His husband was one bad tempered git.
But it still meant that he wanted to go home. He just wanted to spend some time with his bond mate, was that so wrong? It wasn't like they had had much to celebrate lately. In fact, this was the first majorly good thing that had happened to them.
He toyed with the wrapping paper, not even aware that he had unwrapped the present. His mind too far away. He wanted to be with Snape, not stuck here at this birthday party. True it was fun being with his friends and the Weasleys again but Harry just wanted to go home. He had spent most of the afternoon here at the Burrow and…
"I think that Harry is bored. Perhaps a game of Quidditch to keep him entertained." Ron appeared next to him, grinning down at him and Harry tried to smile back but he knew he was failing miserably. He was happy, yes but he just didn't want to be here right now, was that so wrong?
Ron's smile froze and slunk before the older man asked. "Is everything alright, Harry?"
"Yeah, it is peachy and fun…" And it had been fun, Harry couldn't deny that. It had been the most fun he had in a while and it was nice to catch up with his friends but…
"Is it because Severus isn't here, Harry?" Hermione sat down beside him, pulling up her chair and staring at him, smiling gently. Ron huffed and then Harry felt his mate's hand on his shoulder before he said.
"That is not it. I can do things without him, really but it is just…It is fine, really!"
"Harry, it isn't fine if you are obviously not happy with being here. Do you want to go home?" They knew him too well and Harry sighed, looking away before he nodded, once. He didn't want to appear ungrateful but…he couldn't even properly explain it. He had loved the afternoon at the Burrow with the Weasleys but now he just wanted to go home and spend time with Snape.
He expected Ron and Hermione to make a big fuss out of it, to tell him he is an ungrateful sod but all they did was smile at him. Ron's hand squeezed his shoulder for a moment longer and then his best friend said. "He better have something special planned for you, Harry. You deserve it just for putting up with the greasy bat."
Hermione merely smiled, her eyes twinkling oddly before she rose and said. "Then what're you waiting for, Harry? I'm sure you know the way to the floo…"
"You don't mind?" Harry had to make sure. He had always believed that nobody should leave from their own birthday parties, not that he had many birthday parties but still, Aunt Petunia had always said that it just wasn't done.
"Of course not, Harry." Hermione soothed. She gave him a smile and then hugged him, much to his surprise. "We'll explain it to Molly, she'll understand. It is a very special day after all."
And that was all the encouragement Harry needed as he rushed inside to floo home.
Hp
Severus glanced up sharply at the flare of the floo. His eyes widen when he saw it was Harry who stumbled into the living room. He swore underneath his breath and stepped into the living room to intercept the brat. But Potter was merely standing there, looking about the now clean and tidy room. Severus had added a few candles, not too many but just enough to give the room a pleasant glow.
Harry was staring at the candles before his eyes swung up to meet Severus'. The green eyes were wide and Severus walked forward as he stopped in front of Harry and took his hand, pulling him towards the couch. "You must excuse the mess in the kitchen; I did not anticipate your coming until much later."
Harry swallowed and looked back at him, wetting his lips before he asked. "Am I early?"
You could say that. Trust in a Potter to arrive early. But then I suppose it is partly my fault for not suggesting a time.
"You are but that is alright. Everything else is ready."
"Oh…can I ask what you've got planned?" Harry looked away once. He seemed nervous as if it had been a bad idea to come here but Severus slowly stroked his thumb over the knuckles of Harry's hand.
"You can ask that though I'm not so sure I'll tell you."
"Tease." Harry's voice trembled and Severus could feel himself fighting a smile before he took a deep breath and said.
"I've arranged for two presents. They can be given in any order and I'll leave that entirely up to you. My first present is this…" Severus reached out the piece of paper Granger had given him with all the information on the magical tattoos. His hand trembled and he wondered if Harry would welcome him.
Harry took it from him; his eyes reached up to meet Severus' again before he looked down and began to read. The parchment wasn't that long but it seemed too long for Severus as he looked away from his young wizard. He didn't know what he would do if he was rejected.
"So tell me if I'm getting this right? The tattoo only stays visible for as long as you...love me?" Severus forced himself to meet the green eyes. Harry's eyes were staring straight at him, begging him to answer truthfully and Severus finally nodded, the lump in his throat too tight to speak.
"Can I…can I think about the design and things before you use the magic on me?" Harry's voice was thick with something and Severus frowned as he said. "Take as long as you need, Harry, and if you do not wish for this present I'll arrange for another…"
"No! I want this, really I do but, it won't hurt, will it?"
"Of course not! I'm not a cruel man, Harry."
"I know that, Severus. I know you after all." Harry favored him with a smile and moved closer, wrapping his arms around Severus' waist as he closed the distance between them to lean against his husband. Severus sat still for a moment before he relaxed, kissing Harry's temple briefly as he stroked the dark hair.
He smiled and eyed the parchment. The rush of relief was nearly maddening but it thrilled him to know that Harry had accepted the tattoo and had accepted him. Severus suddenly had no doubt that his second present would be well received.
"You think hard on that design, Harry. I'm not going to be stuck with a lion on my shoulder for the foreseeable future." He grumbled lightly. Harry pulled away to look at him, eyes wide as he whispered.
"You take one too?"
"Of course, that is part of the intent unless you…" Severus was cut off as Harry kissed him, the need evident in the desperate edge. Severus broke away after a moment as he smirked and said. "Careful, or I'm going to give you your next present right here on this couch."
Harry stared at him, mouth opening and closing a few times before he managed. "What?"
Severus smiled gently and brushed a finger down Harry's cheek. "I intend to make love to you, properly, as it should have been for our first time. I'm going to teach you what it is like to weep with need, to beg so prettily and to know what wanting is. I'm going to worship you tonight."
Hp
Harry's mouth was dry as he stared up at Snape. The dark eyes were smoldering but the look on Snape's face was tender. Harry looked away, swallowing to buy himself time. He had never anticipated this, not even in his wildest dreams.
These tattoos, a testament of their ever deepening love for one another and the fact that Snape wanted to take care of him. It was nearly too much. Harry choked back a sob. Nobody had ever done something like this for him.
For the first time in his life he would belong somewhere. He would belong to Snape because as the older wizard had said and the parchment had explained, the moment Snape stopped loving him was the moment the tattoo disappeared.
Harry flung his arms around Snape, burying his face in the man's neck so he could breathe in the comforting scent. He inhaled deeply, feeling arms tighten around him and a kiss was pressed into his hair.
Harry looked up to present his lips for a proper kiss. Snape obliged and kissed him gently, briefly, the warmth lingering and showing Harry what tonight would be like. He pulled away to smile as he said. "So take me now or after dinner? Or perhaps both times?"
Snape raised an eyebrow and then grumbled, though his hands belied the stern tone. "He wants dinner too! Two presents aren't enough for Harry bloody Potter!"
"Well, no dinner without dessert." Snape smirked at him and then said.
"Don't worry; you'll like the main course. I hear cock is an excellent dish."
Harry could only grin appreciatively. He curled against Snape, the man's arm around his shoulder as Harry fitted snugly against his bond mate's side. The warmth of Snape's body was reassuring and Harry leaned his head against the bony shoulder.
The soft lull of Snape's heartbeat underneath his ear was a balm to his soul as he closed his eyes and drifted off.
Hp
Lips teased him out of his sleep, hands caressing him and Harry struggled to wake. Lips captured his own in a gentle but passionate kiss and Harry's eyes shot open. Snape drew back; smirking at him but the heat in the dark eyes curled something in Harry's stomach. He smiled back.
"Come, it is time to get up. Dinner is ready." Snape rose from his crouch with a slight grimace. Harry frowned, what time was it? He looked around the living room, the lamps were lid and the candles burned merrily. It was dark already.
"How long did I sleep?"
"A couple of hours." Snape called over his shoulder. Harry sat up, wincing at the pain in his neck. He had forgotten how uncomfortable a couch was and especially this couch. Snape's cloak slid off of him and Harry managed to grab a hold of it before it slid to the floor. He folded it up neatly, touched by the gesture.
There was a time when Snape wouldn't even soil his cloak with Harry's blood if Harry was lying on the floor bleeding to death. His hand stroked the course material of the wool for a moment, lost in thought.
The slender hand came to rest over his own and Snape softly asked. "Reminiscing is something I wouldn't accuse somebody of your age of, Harry, or was I remis?"
Harry looked up. When had Snape's face become so lovely to Harry? When had he learned to read the dark eyes so well that he could tell the subtle difference between anger and pleasure? He smiled up and Snape's lips eased into a smirk.
"I can put the dinner under a preservation charm if you like." The older wizard remarked casually. Harry looked away for a moment before he answered.
"I thought you had already done so. Unless you need more time to prepare yourself?"
Snape tensed and Harry froze, he wondered if he had said something wrong. He only meant it in jest after all. The next moment the strong hand curled into his hair and Harry hissed when his head was pulled up so he had to meet Snape's eyes. The dark eyes were very close to his face as Snape purred.
"To bugger you into the mattress, I think not!" Then Snape swooped in. Harry sighed into their kiss, allowing Snape to press him back against the pillows. Snape leaned over him, bending over Harry as their kiss turned more hungry. Harry opened his lips, inviting Snape in but the older wizard merely pulled back.
The dark eyes probed his face before Snape's lips eased into a smile as the older wizard straightened and purred, holding out his hand invitingly. "If you're ready, let's go upstairs."
And as Harry accepted Snape's hand and the warm fingers curled in a firm grip around his own, he knew he had never been more ready.
Hp
Nervousness was not a feeling that Severus usually experienced. He had his fair share of nervous moments but he didn't dwell on those feelings. But tonight was different. He glanced behind at Harry who was walking behind him. The young male was chewing on his lip but he gave Severus a faint smile.
Severus found his own lips easing back into an answering smile. He seemed daft. Why was he nervous for his bloody second time with Potter? Was it because it was the first time that Severus had gone to such lengths to make somebody comfortable?
He stopped outside the bedroom and then opened the door, stepping back and allowing Harry to precede him. The younger male hesitated at the doorstep, looking up at Severus for reassurance and after a quick tousle of the dark hair, with Harry leaning into him, Severus said. "I promise I won't pounce until you've made it to the bed at the very least."
There was a lovely flush in Harry's face and the younger male swallowed thickly before he proceeded inside. "Right…"
The room was dark but Severus merely had to wave his wand and the lights came on and the candles lit. Harry gasped and Severus found that he couldn't hide his smile. He stepped inside after Harry. He had changed the sheets, put new pillowcases around the pillows and had placed a tray on the end of the bed with various oils and lubricates.
Harry approached the bed, hand trailing over the duvet before he picked up a bottle, reading the label with Severus' spidery handwriting. "Is this…?"
"Massage oil." Severus answered, fighting the urge to cross his arms over his chest. He did not want to come over as foreboding and he knew that if he presented the Potions Master, he might scare Harry away. The younger male turned back to him and said.
"I thought that there would be more exotic toys." Severus raised an eyebrow and smirked, shifting his weight slightly so the floorboards creaked.
"They're in the box beneath the bed. I'll take them out at the appropriate moment. Unless you wish to try them right now…"
Harry looked away, sighing before he sat down on the bed. "I don't even know if I'll like it or want it…" The younger wizard's voice was soft and hesitant and Severus knew what it cost Harry to say those words.
He walked forward and took the bottle out of Harry's hand, settling it aside before he covered the trembling hands with his own and said. "Whatever we're going to do tonight is entirely up to you. If there is anything you're uncomfortable with, I want you to say so and we'll move on. This is a night to be enjoyed and it is about equal pleasure. We're not pressed for time nor will we be interrupted, I've made sure. This is our night, Harry. "
Harry looked up at him with wide eyes and Severus could see the fear and the nervousness melting away. Harry had needed the reassurance he suddenly understood and he smiled gently, raising one hand to his lips and gently kissing each fingertip, all the while continuing to hold eye contact with Harry.
He sucked the younger male's index finger into his mouth, caressing the digit with his tongue. A strangled moan caught his attention and he nipped lightly, pulling the finger away before he moved closer. He pressed one knee on the bed on Harry's side, slowly pushing his bond mate on the bed as he tasted the delicious heat of Harry's mouth, Harry's arms welcoming him.
His weight easily settled upon the slighter younger male as Severus focused on their kiss. Harry responded well to him, kissing him back as the brat's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him into a deep intimacy.
Severus forced himself to keep his hands nearly entirely to himself, allowing Harry to settle the pace. What he hadn't anticipated was his husband's hands roaming over his back, pulling his shirt up from where Severus had tucked it in his trousers. One warm hand slid underneath Severus' shirt to caress his back, tracing his spine gently and Severus pulled back so he could look at Harry.
The younger male blinked back at him through fogged up glasses with wide eyes. Severus found the sight arousing.
"So, glasses off or on?" He asked, propping himself up on an elbow as his finger stroked a cheek tenderly.
Harry looked away before he asked. "Can I keep them on? I don't see very well without my glasses and I…."
Severus kissed him again. He couldn't help himself this time. His hands weren't idle this time, roaming over Harry's clad body, seeking to relief him from his clothing. Harry withered underneath him, clawing at him, pulling Severus down even deeper.
Severus finally pulled away, out of breath as he stared down at Harry who smiled a bit breathlessly at him. "So you like the present?"
"Well, if it is just kissing then it definitely needs work…"
"Cheeky brat!"
"You're the only one I'm cheeky for."
Severus shook his head, a laugh escaping him. Who would have thought that he would be laughing with Harry Potter? He pulled away, sitting up as he instructed. "Remove your shoes; we've got work to do."
"I love it when the lesson is much more hands on." Severus shook his head, untying his own laces.
"If I had known that that is what it took for you to pay attention then I would have changed my tactics years ago when you had your first potions lesson." He grumbled, focusing upon his work.
"I'm sure your detentions would have been more interesting then." Severus paused in unlacing his second shoe when Harry pressed himself against his back from behind. He slowly straightened and drew Harry's arms around his waist, one hand resting on the joined ones before he softly said.
"Well let me determine what grade you would have earned then, shall we?" He looked over his shoulder at the green, eager eyes and he knew in that moment he would promise Harry the world if only his husband would look forever at him like that, like Severus had come to mean the world to him.
Hp
Harry shivered in anticipation at the hunger in Snape's eyes. The heat that came from the dark eyes sent heat down Harry's back as he sat on the bed. The sight of the rolled up sleeves and the first button undone of Snape's shirt was more arousing than Harry had ever dared hoped for.
He licked his bottom lip, eyes drifting over the black clad form of his husband as Snape climbed on the bed like a dark lethal panther. A strangled moan sounded and Harry looked around before he grinned sheepishly to realize he had made the sound.
"So what shall it be? A lengthy massage or a thorough exploration of the body?" Snape was holding up the bottle Harry had been eyeing earlier. The older man raised an eyebrow and finally Harry whispered.
"How about a lengthy, thorough body massage?"
Snape smirked and softly said. "I may make an impossible imp out of you yet, Mr. Potter. Who knows what else of my manners may rub off on you yet?"
"How about you do the rubbing, Severus?" Harry lowered his eyes. He swallowed thickly. He had never been so coy before and he chewed on his lip, sure that Snape was going to be berating him for it.
Gentle fingers brushed his lips briefly before they dropped to undo the first button on Harry's shirt, slowly exposing his chest as Snape said. "If we can get these clothes off of you then certainly I shall be endeavored to do some rubbing, Mr. Potter."
If he keeps talking like that he doesn't have to do any rubbing, I'll gladly come from his voice alone.
Harry closed his eyes before he looked up as Snape lifted his shirt up a little, trailing sinful fingers up Harry's flat stomach. The older wizard was sitting so close that Harry could have kissed him if he had a mind to it. But currently his attention was solemnly focused on the hand that traced the muscles on his abdomen.
"Remove your shirt. This oil is notoriously hard to get out of clothing. I protected the bedding but I'm not going to charm our clothing." Harry swallowed thickly before he did as requested, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in the general direction of the stool. He didn't care if he missed or not.
"Right…"
"Just lie down on your back and let me do all the work." Snape purred, already pouring the deliciously smelling oil on his hands. Harry lay down, curling and uncurling his fists, doing his best to curb the streak of nervousness he felt in his stomach. He swallowed thickly, would Snape reject him perhaps, now that he saw how skinny Harry still was?
Oil covered hands startled him and Harry practically jumped. "Just relax, I won't hurt you." Snape murmured, using confident strokes to massage Harry's sides before the man shot him a smirk and dipped his tongue briefly into Harry's belly button.
Harry moaned softly as Snape licked his way up, hands circling Harry's sides with equal strokes that were more arousing than ticklish. The touch sent electric fire down straight towards Harry's cock. It strained against his jeans and Harry groaned nearly silently as Snape's mouth closed around a nipple.
The older wizard teased the bud to hardening with his tongue, tweaking the other with oily fingers. Harry was lost in ecstasy, in the heat that was building in his stomach as he bucked against the firm thigh that was suddenly there. His hips stroked against the strong leg and finally Harry's world exploded into ecstasy as he climaxed when Snape bit down.
Hp
Severus glanced up as Harry relaxed with a shuddering sigh. He smiled at the undiluted joy that filled the handsome face of his bond mate and slowly he placed a kiss on Harry's lips, unable to resist. Harry responded after a moment, the green eyes opening. Harry gave him a slightly nervous smile but Severus merely raised an eyebrow and said.
"I think that nakedness is in order. Take your trousers off." Severus was already busy unbuttoning his own shirt after a quick cleaning spell but the next moment fingers replaced his own.
"Here, let me." Harry murmured, quick fingers undoing the buttons lovingly.
"Fine, then let me do the honors on these." And with equally quick fingers Severus undid Harry's belt. The younger male startled and froze against him and Severus slowed his movements down. He allowed the belt to fall to the side and he took a deep breath before he looked up at Harry and asked.
"Was that too quickly?"
He wasn't prepared for the sight of Harry biting his lip, eyes glassy and wide and he knew he had made a mistake. He looked away at once. Damn it, he had never had to anticipate the feelings of his partner before. The few partners he always had had been confident and he hadn't needed to reassure them. He was out of his depth.
"Severus, I think that unless you don't get my clothes off and your own and fulfill your promise of buggering me into the mattress I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out much longer. So to answer your question, it isn't going quickly enough!"
Severus blinked, stunning before he said. "The fucking part is coming later, Mr. Potter…"
"You said that it was my night and I got to decide what would happen and I want you to do what you promised and besides…" Harry smiled coyly. "We've got plenty of time for the other stuff later. We've the rest of our lives together now."
Severus raised an eyebrow. The cheeky brat.
"Then who am I to deny the savior of the wizarding world?"
"My husband." Harry's gaze was tender and almost loving. Severus took a deep breath and gestured towards Harry's still clad lower half. "Do you require aid or can you remove your own clothing?"
He just had to have a moment to buy himself time before he was going to say something humiliating or degrading. He was ruefully out of his depth, it was official. He couldn't do this. He ran a hand through his hair, busying himself with removing his own garments to allow him time to gather himself.
"Severus?" The soft call of his name made him glance up. "I'm ready."
Severus realized his mouth had fallen open. Harry was looking at him, green eyes wide and innocent behind the glasses as he lay naked on the bed, curled on his side with his knees draw up. The candlelight played beautifully over the thin body. Harry's cock was half hard and Severus swallowed thickly.
"Is this alright?" Harry asked after a long moment. Severus noticed how the younger wizard's hands kept balling in the bed sheets and he forced himself to say what he was thinking.
"You are beautiful, Harry." Harry's face lid up with a handsome smile and Severus rose. He allowed his shirt to fall to the floor, reaching forward to undo the button on his trousers before he slid them past his hips, revealing his underwear. Within seconds he was naked, his cock standing proud and erect and he looked up at Harry.
The younger male was looking at him, smiling faintly and gently before he said. "I don't think you can wait much longer either."
Severus approached the bed, picking up the vial of lubricate he had brewed a year ago. He always liked to have his own brand available. Harry swallowed thickly for a moment and then Severus was on the bed, and Harry was rising up to meet his lips, hands tugging Severus down on top of him so Harry's cock was digging in his stomach.
Harry spread his legs, tongues twirling around each other and it only took Severus a moment to settle in between Harry's thighs. He broke the kiss after a moment, looking down into the heavenly green eyes as he said. "Do you wish to lie on your stomach or…?"
"I want to be able to see you." Harry whispered after a moment and Severus gave a nod, reaching up to unstop the vial as he coaxed his fingers in the lubricate. He whispered a cleaning charm and Harry wiggled against him, eliciting a groan from between his lips before Severus grabbed Harry's lips and hissed. "Stop that!"
Harry merely grinned at him and Severus rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling before he slowly reached in between Harry's legs, behind the heavy balls and massaged the muscle that guarded Harry's entrance. The younger man blew out his breath in a gigantic rush and Severus smirked.
He could still surprise the brat. He circled the hole with one finger before he slipped it inside, slowly stretching Harry. The younger male moaned a little, his eyes slipping shut and Severus nipped at Harry's neck as the younger male exposed it by throwing back his head.
Harry startled, looking up at him but Severus added a second finger, slowly easing them inside. He captured Harry's lip in a gentle kiss, waiting for a moment before the younger male nudged Severus so he could continue because even this feeling was something he would treasure.
Hp
Oh Merlin, somebody could've told me that this is what it would feel like…I could get used to this
Harry wiggled a little, hoping to coax more movement out of the fingers that were buried inside of him. He licked at Snape's bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth as his hands tangled in the dark long hair of his husband.
"Shouldn't you be moving now?" He asked, pulling away so he could look into the dark eyes. Snape raised an eyebrow and purred.
"Oh indeed, like this?" The fingers brushed something inside Harry and Harry could feel stars erupt behind his closed eyelids. He cried out loudly and Snape chuckled, the sound vibrating through Harry. The fingers withdrew and the weight on Harry's chest eased off. He pried open his eyes to see Snape sitting up, coaxing his cock in lubricate.
Harry pushed himself up on his elbows as he swallowed thickly. Right that thing was supposed to fit inside of him.
His memories of the last time had been hazy but he could clearly remember the burning sensation. He must have made a sound because Snape looked up at him and then softly said. "You know that you can tell me if you don't want this, Harry."
"No, no, it is fine." He hastened to say, lying back down. He turned his face away but it wasn't long until he felt a tug on his hand. He looked back as Snape tugged on his hand again.
The older wizard was standing beside the bed and Harry frowned, had Snape changed his mind? The older wizard tugged on his hand again and Harry rose, standing next to the bed.
"I've come up with a different plan. I'm going to sit down and you are going to lower yourself onto my cock. This way, you can set the pace." Snape sat down, his cock standing up proudly. The head glittered with precome and Harry eyed the proud member uncertain.
He finally gave a nod and accepted Snape's hand, slowly straddling the man's thighs as he sought the right balance by holding onto Snape's shoulder. "That is it, Harry, just lower yourself now…."
With a rush of breath Harry lowered himself in one go, his muscles clenching and Snape's breathing hitching to find himself buried balls' deep in Harry's arse. The burning pain gave way to pleasure as Harry experimentally slid up a little bit before sliding back down, trying to work out a pace.
There was something extremely arousing in being the one to set the pace as Snape shifted a little bit so he hit that spot of pleasure deep inside Harry. He could see the approval in Snape's dark eyes as he leaned forward to kiss the Potions Master, feeling very secure as Snape's hands cradled him.
It was almost too much for Harry when Snape began to move as well, little thrusts of his hips that nearly sent Harry over the edge. He closed his eyes, tossing his head back. A hand that squeezed, pulled and stroked his cock was his undoing and Harry came in a mess all over his own chest and Snape's chest, his muscles clenching in the wave of his orgasm.
He slumped forward and it was with a deep growling noise that Snape came a moment later. It seemed to take the older wizard every ounce of strength to keep himself and Harry up and after a moment Snape lay down, pulling Harry down with him.
They lay on the bed for a moment, still intertwined until Snape pulled his softening cock away, turning on his side to caress the side of Harry's face as the older wizard asked. "Was that what you wanted?"
"That was brilliant…" Harry grinned stupidly up at Snape. He didn't care that he was grinning like a fool. He snuggled against Snape as the older wizard pulled him closer and kissed his temple.
"Happy birthday, Harry." And Harry realized that if this was how the rest of his time with Snape was going to be, he had no objection to living with his beloved wizard at all. And for some reason, he had a feeling Snape wouldn't object either.
That is it for now. So I need ideas on the design of the tattoos. Review of course.
In the next chapter: Now that the Wizengamot has finally announced its decision, will that be the end of trouble for our heroes or will it only start since there are still people demanding justice? And just how will Severus cope now that he can finally make his own decisions? Can our hero even begin to understand the grasps of what it means to have the freedom to chose? How will Harry view the tattoos when they react in an unexpected way to the bond? That and more in: Questions