Warning: Credit to JKR, HP/SS slash implied.
Portrait Living
By Tracev
Harry didn't manage to get a wink of sleep that night and when he woke early the next day he was startled to see Snape standing over him holding a tray.
Snape sneered at him a moment then twisted his face into a forced smile, Harry though it looked painful, as if his face was not use to such things. He set the tray down on Harry's lap, toast, eggs, pumpkin juice.
Snape settled on the edge of the bed watching Harry Potter, his husband.
Harry brushed the hair out of his eyes, looking up at Snape who was watching him, he still had that grotesque smile on his face but it was beginning to fade.
"Eat up Potter, I have a big day planed for us."
Harry gave a small smile, as Snape said the last bit he seemed to smirk.
But Harry didn't take that look as a smirk. It actually made him a little scared. Snape sitting on the edge of his bed, the forced smile. Very close to him, breakfast in bed, what was he playing at?
Where was angry Snape from yesterday? That was a Snape he was familiar with, that was a Snape he could deal with. He sort of wanted that Snape back.
Harry quickly piled his eggs on the toast and gulped down the pumpkin juice. He slide out of the other side of bed wishing he had worn more to bed then boxers. Snape leered at him standing as well. "Well get dressed so we can go." But Snape made no move to leave. Harry got the distinct impression Snape wanted to watch him get dressed. Harry grabbed his pillow covering himself, he suddenly felt very naked.
"Are you going to watch?"
"Of course you are my husband, soon there will be nothing I haven't seen," he wrapped his yellow fingers around the post of the bed, letting his fingers stroke the dark wood. Snape was smiling again, a strange twisted smile.
"I'd feel better if you waited down stairs."
Snape smiled that twisted smile again, Harry wished he would stop doing that, "so modest my husband." Snape came around the bed, a predatory gleam in his eye "Hurry now love...We have so many things to do today." He reached a hand up to caresses Harry's face but the boy flinched and Snape stopped. He looked intently down at him.
Harry blushed and looked down to the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest.
"Get dressed" Snape growled and turned with a swirl of his robes.
Harry let go of his breath as Snape exited the room. What the hell was going on here? Where was Snape taking him? Did Dumbledore know? Harry desperately wanted to crawl back in bed and hide all day. That had been what he had planned.
Snape wasn't in the common room when he came down, nor in the great hall. Harry thought of going down to the dungeons but as he came out of the great hall he noticed the front doors of the school where open.
Snape was standing outside by the lake with his hands clasped behind his back, "Professor", Harry called, "What do we have to do today?"
Snape pulled out a list and started reading, "We have to officially register our marriage, stop by my families vault get the traditional rings, stop by the travel agent, I need a few things at the apothecary and you can get your and Weasley school thing."
Harry paled, register our marriage his voice shaky, "Shouldn't we wait for Dumbledore and Ron to see if this is going to last?"
Snape shook his head, "they won't find any loop hole...portrait marriages have been going on for half a millenium if there was a way out people would have found it by now."
Harry nodded, he had to agree but he still thought there was a slight chance of hope of getting out of this.
He followed Snapes quick movement toward the gates, he was barely through them when Snape slipped his arm around Harry pulling the boy close to him so fast it caused Harry to stumbled in to him as they apparated. Snape promptly dropped Harry as they landed in front of a small cottage. It was overly frilly and with window boxes of flowers, delicate lace curtains, stone path up the walk. Harry blanched it looked like one of the tearooms aunt Petunia went to on occasion.
Snape had that twisted little smile on his face again. Damn, Harry wished he would stop doing that.
"What is this place?" He highly doubted it was Snapes home, maybe his old grannies or something.
Snape smirked taking Harry's hand in his.
"The travel agent office, she's going to help us plan our Honeymoon." Snape leered, touching Harry's cheek, "I'm very much looking forward to our wedding night"
Harry stumbled, "What"
"Wedding night, Harry" he grind out his name. "You, Me, a tropical island, or perhaps a snow covered mountain. A big bed," Snapes voice dropped to little more than a sensual purr. "Naked," he moved closer to the boy, he slipped an arm around him sensing he was about to run.
Harry whimpered, he could feel Snapes breath on his face. Before Harry could speak he was lifted nearly off his feet, as Snape dragged him to the cottage.
An overly cheerful witch greeted them at the door. She was puppy eyed happy at her "little love birds" as she called them. She ushered them into a pink flowered room where live fairies danced overhead. Strange music chimed at odd moments. Tea and biscuits was served as they flipped through an endless photo album of honeymoon spots, as was the witch's specialty.
"So Professor when you owled you said tropical. But with your skin so pale how about Magic Mountains, snow skiing, hot water springs, hiking through the mountains, they have a lovely botanical garden. Each honeymooner has their own cottage with in suite Jacuzzi." her voice dropped with little hints of love and romance.
Harry wanted to gag. Snape couldn't possibly be up for this. This had to be a joke. Why was Snape giving in so easily to this marriage? He wasn't even waiting for Dumbledore and Ron to start their research. Even though he never liked Snape he always thought he was strong and a fighter, here he was just giving up.
...Unless.... Unless he actually wanted this. Harry looked up at Snape.
He was smiling, still in that twisted sort of way.
Was he trying to make this work? Harry watched him in fright. Snape/marriage. He just couldn't see it. Snape always seemed like the type of person who stayed single and was happy about it. Weren't his potions his best friend.
Harry was very confused that was for sure. He watched them talk back and forth, about their honeymoon location. It all made him feel a little dizzy and very confused.
TBC
