Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do own Sean and Paddy. Snape may come across a bit OOC but that's only because he's being nice. SLASH!

Family

Chapter Ten,

Time passed quickly after Sean's birthday and for that time the little family was happy. Reports of Voldemort were growing in numbers, more Death Eater Attack's were happening but the family was happy and Paddy was starting to take his first unsteady steps.

"Come to me Paddy, come to me," Seamus said gently as he crouched a few feet away from the little boy who was grinning and reaching for his brother. "Come to me Paddy." Severus watched from where he was sat listening to Sean read slowly to him as Paddy stumbled forwards unevenly but under his own power. He giggled happily when he reached Seamus and grabbed his brother's hands. "Well done my little Paddy."

"He's getting good at that," Severus commented with a small smile. Paddy grinned over at the seated man and pushed himself of Seamus, moving towards the potions master who stopped Sean from talking so he could keep an eye on the little boy in case he faulted. Seamus was following, his arms out to catch him just in case but the little boy made it all the way to the professor and grabbed his robes with a triumphant cry. "Very good."

"That he is," Seamus laughed as Paddy tugged expectantly. Severus sighed and picked the little boy up resting him in his lap.

"Can I finish my reading now?" Sean asked, sounding a little left out.

"Of course, you're doing very well on that too aren't you? Much better than last week," Severus knew exactly when to compliment the little boy who started to grin. Seamus picked up his Quidditch bag.

"I'll be back around about 8, thanks for babysitting again Professor. And don't let Paddy run away from you," Seamus said with a grin. Severus nodded, listening to Sean intently…or at least it looked like that. In reality he watched Seamus leave, watched how his Quidditch trousers hugged his bum.

'Shouldn't think that way Severus, shouldn't think that way about Seamus,' Severus scolded himself mentally as he paid attention to both Sean and Paddy who was fiddling with his robes.

Seamus returned from practise covered in mud, achingly tired and with a sprained ankle. Practise hadn't gone well. Severus went wide eyed at the sight of the shivering boy who still managed to look very sexy. The potions master rose slowly and walked over to the poor boy.

"I take it practise was not good," he said quietly as Seamus looked at him, his teeth chattering. The boy shook his head slowly. "Well you're freezing, you need to get out of those wet clothes and into something warm. Why are you limping?"

"F-Fell off m-my broom into a puddle. H-Hurt my Ankle…" Seamus stuttered, allowing the potions master to take off the top part of the Quidditch robes. Severus shook his head.

"Right, you go and get into your pyjama's and into bed, I'll get you something warm to drink and then I'll take a quick look at your ankle," Severus said, gently moving Seamus towards his bedroom.

"Y-You don't n-need to do that s-sir…" Seamus stuttered.

"I don't mind boy, now get in their and into bed. Don't let me come back and find you still like this," Severus ordered. The boy entered his room and Severus quickly went down to the kitchens, ordering a warm cup of tea with a drop of whiskey in it, the old fashioned methods tended to work the best, to warm someone up give them whiskey or brandy. He returned to Seamus's room with the mug, finding the Irish boy shivering in his bed. "Drink this, it'll warm you up."

"It tastes strange," Seamus said quietly as he sipped at it.

"It's got a drop of whiskey in it to help you warm up," Severus said pulling the cover off the boys feet so he could look at the swollen ankle, "Definitely a sprain, you'll need to rest it. I'll have a word with Madame Pomfrey and see what she recommends." Seamus smiled at the potions master and held out the empty cup for him to take. Severus lent down to take it but was surprised when Seamus leant up and suddenly pressed his lips to Severus's.

"Thank you sir," Seamus mumbled as he lay back down, his eyelids drooping as he slipped off to sleep. Severus stared at the boy, one hand touching his lips in shock and surprise. Seamus had kissed him. Was that the whiskey…or something else? Quietly Severus left the teen alone and after checking on his younger brothers returned to his own rooms, the memory of those soft lips to haunt his dreams…

He lay in his cold bed alone, watching the ceiling above him when the door flew open and a thin figure rushed in, jumping on the bed before straddling him. Seamus, a very naked Seamus. The boy leaned down and without saying a word pulled apart the front of Severus's robes. For some reason Severus's arms would not respond to his thoughts and refused to push the boy away as he leaned down and licked his firm chest, a long slow lick from his belly button to his neck.

"You taste nice…"

Teeth gently nipped at the side of his neck and he felt himself becoming aroused, hands gently roamed his smooth chest. He began to pant heavily, why could he not push this boy off him? Why not? Did he truly want Seamus so much that he couldn't even deny him in his dreams? Did he…wait…did he love Seamus?

A/N More? I'm hoping to get them together soon but it's taking so long. Any more suggestion please just say.