Blooming Flowers
Holiday
The first night of the Holiday break was spent with Hermione and Harry sleeping deeply in their respective bedrooms, and Severus riding Voldemort dry.
"You... were... serious," Voldemort panted after the third round.
Lying on top of him, Severus just grunted.
Grinning, the Dark Lord ran his fingers through the dark tangled hair and lay there until his strength returned. He then rolled Severus off him, chuckling when Severus did nothing but grunt again, although he did open his eyes when Voldemort moved him onto his stomach, and settled down along his back.
"Again?" Severus asked.
"Something like that," Voldemort hummed as he peppered the back of the Potion Master's neck with kisses.
"…..Did you really take that potion?"
Voldemort bit him.
Severus snickered, but it quickly turned into a hum of pleasure as the kisses started down along his spine. He jumped a little when strong hands parted his arse cheeks.
Voldemort stared at the cum from the past three rounds as it leaked out.
"Stop staring," Severus grumbled.
Blinking, Voldemort looked up and saw most of Severus' face buried in the pillow, although one dark eye was peeking shyly at him. Chuckling, Voldemort lowered his head and leaned in, licking across the now twitching, quivering opening. He groaned as the flavor of his own cum and Severus exploded across his tastebuds.
Severus withered, gasping, mewling and moaning, eyes rolling to the back of his head when his lover suddenly dove in with lips and tongue, holding his writhing hips tightly, and seeking out every last crevice of his entrance before pushing inside. Severus pushed weakly back, whimpering.
"M'lord," Severus mewled. "Tom..."
Voldemort growled with possessiveness as his Potions Master continued to repeat his name, over and over, like a mantra. And when he sucked hard, Severus wailed into his pillow, shuddering, cock twitching helplessly as he fell into a dry orgasm. Voldemort sucked, and licked him through it before pulling away and nipping at one arse cheek.
He looked up to see Severus' cheek pressed against the pillow, a lock of hair over the other cheek, mouth opening and panting. A bit of drool was escaping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes had a dazed look about them. Ignoring his semi-hard erection, Voldemort went about gently moving Severus again, this time on his side and spooning up behind him. He murmured softly in the man's ear, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his thigh until Severus sighed deeply and his breathing evened out as he went to sleep.
When Hermione and Harry went to the kitchen the next morning, Voldemort greeted them with a bright smile.
"Dad still sleeping?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes, afraid you and your classmates have tired him out."
On the half asleep Hermione's shoulder, Hedwig gave him the most disbelieving look an owl could give. Voldemort merely gave the bird a wicked grin.
"Papa, why are you smiling like that?"
~.~
"Fenrir!"
Severus groaned and let his head fall hard onto the dining table. Laughing, Voldemort got up and made his way to the door. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the large Christmas tree leaning against the wall and looked at the Werewolf, who had the two laughing children under his arms.
"Pretty sure you two are too old for that," he said.
"Never!" Hermione declared.
"Well, you heard the lady," Fenrir grinned and walked inside. "Get that for me," he added to the Dark Lord as he passed him.
Grumbling about him no longer having any respect, Voldemort took out his wand. With a muttered spell, the tree turned sideways, floated off the ground and followed him into the living room.
Meanwhile, Severus watched as he was eaten out of house and home by the hulking beast known as Fenrir Greyback and wondered, not for the first time, why life liked to mess with him.
"Chew with your mouth closed," Severus sighed, "and use a napkin."
He tossed said napkin to the Wolf who pretty much ignored everything he said. Hermione and Harry just giggled.
"I want new children," Severus grumbled.
"Tree is up!" came Voldemort's voice from the living room.
Severus blinked. "That's what you brought?"
Fenrir shrugged.
"Needed something to bribe you with."
"... And why am I being bribed?"
"If I tell you, you'll use words that the children aren't allowed to hear."
"We probably know them already," Harry told him, smiling sweetly when his Dad turned to give him the look.
"We'll discuss it later," Severus then said to Fenrir before standing up, "now then, let's see this tree. And there better not be anything in it like last time."
"I still say you should have kept the raccoon," Fenrir grunted as he stood and followed the Potions Master and children.
~.~
The bribe as it turned out was for one of Fenrir's newest Pack mates, Alexander. Apparently, Anne was a potential mate, and wanted to know how to woo her.
"I am not a matchmaker," Severus grumped, "that's why I brought them."
"Thank you for the marvelous introduction, Severus." Narcissa rolled her eyes while beside her, Remus just looked both amused and fond.
Behind his tea, Lucius snickered.
Ignoring her husband, Narcissa turned her attention to the two Werewolves. Fenrir was more interested in a bucket of colored stones he had brought with him when the two arrived while Alexander sat next to him, equal parts nervous and excited. An odd thing to see for a man his size.
"Alright, let's get down to the basics. How and when did you meet Anne?" Narcissa asked.
"It was about five months ago. Fenrir sent me and Kevin into town to see if we could get the old books fixed for the Pups, and since we knew Ms. Anne was a friend of Severus and knew us, we tried there to see if she could do it or had some advice. That's when it... happened."
"Dear Merlin, don't tell me you did what Remus did with Jacob!?" Severus asked in horror and a surge of protectiveness for his friend.
"No!" Alexander denied, his eyes widening at the thought. "All that happened was that it suddenly clicked for me, and I um... ended up staring at her the whole time we were there."
"... Did you start drooling?"
"Lucius!"
"What?"
While Narcissa dealt with her husband, Remus continued talking to Alexander.
"Courting Ms. Anne is the easy part. It's the fact that you're a Werewolf that's going to be problematic if not handled properly. Especially since Ms. Anne is a Muggle."
"So what should I do?" Alexander asked.
"Well, you can't tell her outright, or even show her. No, Fenrir, he can't."
Fenrir closed his mouth with a pout.
"We'd have to ease her into it."
"And how do we do that, exactly?"
"Simple. First, we show her that Severus can do magic," Narcissa said, turning her attention back to them, to Lucius' obvious relief.
"Why me?'
"Because she knows you better than the rest of us."
"... Fine. When should we do that?"
"Before the Christmas Eve party."
"... What Christmas Eve party?"
"The one you're having at your house."
"... I beg your pardon?"
"You're pardoned."
"We are not having a party at my house."
"Yes, we are. It's the perfect place for her and Alexander to meet."
"No, besides there are holes in that plan."
"What ho—"
"Not that this isn't fascinating and all," Voldemort interrupted from his desk, "but could you all kindly take your conversation some place else that isn't my study!"
~.~
"I can't believe your wife talked me into this," Severus grumbled, "and that you let her. Well, actually I can believe that last part."
"I'm not above poisoning you, you know," Lucius said as he stared at Anne's shop.
A passing couple gave them odd looks which they ignored as they entered the book and small café, that was Anne's store.
"Uncle Sevvie!"
Severus braced himself, grunting when his legs were attached to an excited seven year old. Big grey eyes looked up at him and lips pulled up to smile, revealing two missing front teeth.
Severus smiled. "Hello, Henry."
Henry's smile got bigger before he turned to look at Lucius.
"Hi, Mr. Lucy!"
"At least he remembers me," Lucius sighed. It had been a while since he and Narcissa had visited.
Severus cackled.
"Oh! Severus, Lucius, hello."
"Hello, Anne, do you have a few minutes? We want to discuss something with you."
Anne took the fact that magic is real as well as could be expected.
She fainted.
At least Henry was happy.
Also, they ended up not having a Christmas Eve party.
Narcissa wasn't happy about it.
Severus was.
~.~
Christmas morning for Hermione started with waking up to a beautiful acapella rendition of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by the Princesses. Harry got a slightly more racuous wake up call thanks to Padfoot barking out Jingle Bells. Severus whined about five in the morning being a horrible time to get up while beside him, Voldemort snored on.
About five minutes later, Severus cradled a warm mug of hot cocoa and tried to stay awake as his children and the animals made a mess of his living room with shredded wrapping paper and discarded ribbons. Hedwig was inspecting her new perch while Padfoot was in leather shoes bliss in the corner.
"101 Ways To Make Poisons," Severus read the title of the book Hermione showed him and turned to glare at who it was from.
"What?" Voldemort blinked.
Severus just sighed and sipped his cocoa. He choked on it when Harry -surrounded by various colored stones from Fenrir- read aloud the title of his own new book.
"60 Ways To Torture: Mentally And Physically."
"They're children!"
"It never hurts to start early."
Severus locked the books away so they wouldn't see the light of day... or until when the children were older, whichever came first.
After breakfast, they did their rounds. Starting with Anne and Henry, who welcomed them with a warm smile and the reassurance that Anne was okay with them having magic. After that, a quick stop to see Greg where Harry and Hermione placed Christmas cards on his bedside table, while Severus talked to the nurse, before he spent fifteen minutes alone with the still comatose man. Voldemort said nothing about the look in his lover's eyes when he came back out. Next was to Malfoy Manor where Harry and Hermione got more presents and played with Draco and they all had a sumptuous Christmas lunch.
Afterwards, it was a carriage ride through town, and then to Jacob's where he and Remus already had company in the form of Fenrir and his Pack. If it wasn't for Remus's large Strawberry Cream Cake, Voldemort was sure Severus would have several new fur coats by the end of their visit.
That snowball fight had been brutal.
Returning home, Voldemort and the children helped Severus set the table for dinner. Well, they were helping until Harry challenged his Papa to a duel for his Dad's hand after a playful argument on who Severus loved more. When Severus came in carrying the sweet ham, Harry had "killed" his lover.
"And now, I shall marry you, Dad!"
"Only if you promise to graduate school, not get someone pregnant, and forever feed me sweets and liquor."
"Okay!"
"Really?" said Voldemort who was sprawled on the floor. "I spent three years begging, bribing, and doing things to you in bed that I can't say in front of the children, so we can go on one date."
It said something about the state of their relationship that all Severus did was give him a wicked grin before placing the ham on the table.
"Surely you didn't think I would make it easy for you," he chided as he went back into the kitchen to get the rest of the food.
"No, but it's still not fair!" Voldemort called after him, still lying on the floor.
"What did you do to Dad in bed?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Things you and your brother must never do until you're fifty," Voldemort said.
"But we don't even know what it is!" Harry protested.
"Exactly!"
"That makes no sense!"
Dinner was delicious, and Harry blushed at the compliments from his sister and fathers for his green bean casserole. After showering, they all sat down to watch a few Christmas Specials on TV, to which Voldemort mumbled under his breath about burning Frosty the Snowman if he ever saw him. Severus confiscated the man's glass of whiskey, bottle included.
At the appointed time, Hermione herded her family to her room, where there were floating changing colored lights everywhere. Once everyone was seated, the princesses curtseyed and gave a mini-concert. The final song, Ariel's solo performance of Silent Night had the children and Padfoot falling asleep curled up against each other.
Voldemort and Severus tucked them into Hermione's bed where Hedwig joined them, nestling happily between the two like a mother hen.
"Come on, mutt," Severus gently nudged Padfoot with his foot, Padfoot grunted and blinked sleepy eyes up at the man.
"Go on." Severus tilted his head towards the bed.
Yawning, Padfoot did just that and snuggled down beside Hedwig who nuzzled against him before settling back down.
Voldemort and Severus bid the Princess goodnight and quietly made their way to the door.
"Have fun, you two," Meg winked at them.
"Don't forget the garter-belt, Severus," Esmeralda purred.
"What garter-belt?" Voldemort asked as he followed his lover out the room.
There was no garter-belt, but Severus did give the Dark Lord a blowjob that had the man speechless for a while. Voldemort then returned the favor by screwing Severus into the mattress.
All and all, not a bad Christmas.
Thanks as always goes to my awesome Beta YenGirl
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