TITLE: Harry Potter and the Obligatory Sequel, Chapter Nineteen
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Belongs to J.K. Rowling.
BETA: The Incredible Irisgirl12000, and all further mistakes are mine.
SUMMARY: Severus moves forward in his plans to win Harry back, and Harry's forming plans of his own…

Who Needs Plot When There Is Snogging?

"Hey! I brought someone to visit you!" Harry exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

"What the hell is that?" Snape asked, peering closely. "It moved!"

"It's Junior," Harry replied. "Remember him? He's all dressed up, just for the occasion." He held up the box with the snake, as Junior tried desperately to wiggle free of the red and gold ribbons Harry had decorated him with.

"So it is. The poor little sod," Severus replied, shaking his head. "You are aware that however conservative the world becomes, we are unlikely to begin forcing animals to wear clothing," he pointed out.

Harry pouted. "I thought it was very festive," he said.

"It's very abnormal." Snape undid the ribbons, and Snape Junior seemed to sigh in relief.

"Give Daddy a kiss hello," Harry said cheerfully, lifting the little reptile to look Severus in the face.

"Stop being a twit and get to your lines," Snape told him severely.

"Um. Don't you think 'I'M ASKING FOR A SPANKING' is a bit tacky, not to mention overdoing it? This isn't about you… er, seducing me, you know," Harry informed him.

Snape looked surprised. "You're always on about sex," he argued.

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that you have to treat me like an equal, not shag me or talk about shagging me all the time. Besides, I wanted to do something constructive tonight."

Snape glared at him suspiciously. "Like what?"

"The Patronus Charm."

"Merlin, not that rot again. You know perfectly well I'm incapable of it, so why can't we move on?"

"You're not," Harry insisted. "And here, I'll help." He stepped up to the man, wrapping his arms around Snape's shoulders. "I love you," he murmured, kissing him softly on the lips.

Snape blinked. "Will you put that ruddy snake down?" he groused. "It's sticking its tongue in my ear!"

Harry rolled his eyes heavenward. "Sorry." He put Junior away. "Want to try again? A little snakeball is good for the heart."

"It sounds rather gymnastic for my tastes. At your age you're probably still flexible enough, but I've no desire to try to shape myself into a ball," Severus replied, but allowed Harry to kiss him.

"I missed you," Harry informed him quietly.

The corner of Severus' mouth twisted up just a little. "As I did you, I suppose. Bits of you, anyway."

Harry grinned widely, eyes shining. "All of me," he said stubbornly.

"Well…all of you, then," Snape allowed. "But bits of you more than others."

"So! Can we head to your chambers, then, and break out the old Boggart for some practice?"

Snape looked a bit shifty, but nodded. "As you wish."

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Harry stopped dead, gaping. "Holy fuck," he muttered, eyes wide. "Did you—what the hell exactly were your plans for me this evening?"

"Did you really want to do lines all night? I didn't expect you'd enjoy it, so I thought I'd let you work at it until you got a cramp or something, and then I'd suggest we retire to my rooms, and you'd be ever so grateful…"

"And then you'd offer me champagne?"

"Why the devil should I bother with champagne? You can't tell the difference between a decent vintage of wine and something brewed in a toilet."

"Hey! That's not true—something brewed in the loo is a lot worse, and often brown or green and thick as sludge. Trust me, I wouldn't drink it unless I had to," Harry informed the man, thinking back to the Polyjuice Potion.

"Yes, well."

Snape's study had been transformed from a dusty, book-filled little nook into a full-blown setting for sexual enticement. The dust was probably gone, but it was difficult to tell, because the place was lit only with a few scattered candles. Their chairs had been transformed, melded together and re-upholstered to create a long, low-slung seat in a colour that might have been purple. There were roses about. Not Harry's roses, these—instead of the happy little pink buds Harry had found, these roses were so deeply red that they were nearly black, their blooms blossomed so wide they seemed in danger of exploding.

It smelled of roses, but spicier, muskier. A fire roared in the fireplace, flicking orange and red reflections on the walls. Music was playing softly from somewhere, the bass so deep it thrummed through the floor, and Harry was almost certain he could pick out the jazzy strains of a saxophone.

"Have a seat," Severus suggested.

Harry turned to find the man leaning against the doorway, his eyes narrowed and calculating as he looked Harry over. Harry smiled weakly.

"It's—it's a bit much, what? I mean… you didn't have to do all this just for me. It's nice though."

"Have a seat," Severus repeated, and Harry did so, sinking into the plushness of the couch, holding Junior to his chest almost defensively.

"It's a bit overwhelming," he pointed out as Snape poured him a glass of something.

"Nonsense. Here, knock back a couple of these and you'll be right back to your loose, adventurous self. Besides, if you didn't want me to debauch you, you should have thought about that before you went kissing me in wardrobes."

Harry scowled. "That's very reassuring." He accepted his drink anyway, sipping at it nervously.

Severus sat beside him, staring. "My god, you really are nervous, aren't you?" he asked, smiling crookedly. "And I thought you were just trying to play innocent because you know I think it's cute."

Harry turned pink. "It is? I mean—no—look, I've just not…done a whole lot. Most of what I've done, I've done with you. And you've—you know—with other people before me, and I don't want you to think I'm crap at this." He plonked his glass down on the table, grimacing in embarrassment.

Severus arched a brow. "Between your various interactions with Zabini, Malfoy, Creevey and that Weasley wench, I'd have thought you'd have some idea of what it was all about."

"I did. I do. It just… never went past hands," he mumbled into his drink. "And—wait a second—Ginny? I never did anything with her!"

Snape shook his head. "Stop switching to subjects designed to turn me off," he said. "If you really are that nervous, we needn't do anything at all."

Harry gave a lopsided grin. "You know, I don't think the Headmaster would approve of this after hours activity."

Snape's eyes glittered. "The Headmaster is not here." He leaned toward Harry, lightly cupping the boy's chin. Harry's eyes slid shut and his lips parted as Severus kissed him softly, slowly. It wasn't like their prior kisses; it was languid, deliberate. Harry could feel Snape's thumb tracing circles on his shoulder, and the heat of the man's leg where it touched his own.

Harry broke away with a shuddering breath. "Oh, wow," he moaned longingly. "This is—you're—wow."

Severus gave him a smug, smouldering glance. "I know."

Harry wasn't entirely sure how it happened, but very shortly he found himself shoved down on the chaise lounge, his head thrown backward and hanging over the edge of the seat, while Severus lavished attention on his neck.

Why was he feeling like he wasn't the only one with an ulterior motive here?

"Mmmm," Snape hummed softly against his throat. "You taste very nice."

Harry shivered, one hand fisting in Snape's hair. "I—oh, I d-do? Like… like what?"

Severus lifted his head and stared at the boy. "You taste of Harry Potter," he replied. Severus slid one hand up Harry's thigh while leaning forward to kiss him again. Harry squirmed, a bit alarmed, but Snape's other hand was on his chest, pinning him down.

"God, Snape, when you set out to seduce someone, you don't mess about," Harry panted.

"Do you want this?" Severus asked quietly.

Harry choked as Snape's subtle fingertips found pleasure-points on hip and chest. "Yes. Oh, please yes. I want this."

"From me?"

Now Severus had rucked up Harry's shirt and was following the path his fingers had blazed with the flat of his tongue, and Harry gasped. "Yes! Only from you, I swear it; never anyone else. God. And you—and you—"

"I need no one else. Whatever I do, I do for you. I do it because you are that valuable to me. I do it because you are mine."

Harry's head thrashed as Severus's breath ghosted over his stomach, the solid weight of his body settled between Harry's knees. "Oh… yours," Harry agreed deliriously. "Forever and ever. And I do—I do everything for you, too. I'd do anything for you. You're everything; I swear it."

Severus dipped his tongue lightly into the shallow indentation of Harry's navel. "Anything? You'd do anything for me?"

"Severus! Yes, by Merlin, I swear it!" He really, really wanted to give Snape's head a good push in the right direction, but didn't think it respectful.

"Good boy," Severus whispered. "I don't want much." He glided up Harry's body to flick a tongue into Harry's ear. "Just want you to behave."

"I will," Harry swore, feeling goosebumps break out from the gymnastics Snape's tongue was currently performing. "I'll be a good boy. I'll be good for you. Please don't stop."

"And you won't follow me anywhere."

"And I won't—what? Wait, where are you going?"

Snape sighed. "You'll be a good boy, and you'll not follow me anywhere."

Harry stared at him. "I'm not going to promise that."

Severus scowled. "Then you're not getting laid."

"I don't care about that!" Harry retorted, despite the very obvious evidence that bits of him did very much. "What are you getting into?"

Severus rested his head on Harry's chest. "If I tell you, will you promise not to interfere?"

"How can you ask me to make that promise? If the situation were reversed, would you offer that promise to me?"

"You—I—Confound you, Potter! Don't be reasonable at me at a time like this! I want you to be safe! I want to be able to concentrate on the task at hand, without worrying where you are and what hare-brained scheme you're currently concocting! I want you curled up secure in my bed, keeping it warm and waiting for me when I return!"

Harry sniffed. "I'm not going to be the woman. And frankly, I think even if you'd said that to a woman, she'd be right furious about it." He held up a hand to forestall Severus' argument. "I'll agree not to follow you. I'll agree to do my best to stay out of danger. But I'm not going to sit about wringing my hands and looking soulful, all right?"

Severus smiled a little. "What a pity. You do it so well."

"Snape…" Harry's voice held a warning, but his hands were tickling lightly over the Potions Master's neck, and the tension in the encounter was all but gone.

"I'm going to meet some former associates."

Harry's hand stilled. "Death Eaters, you mean. You're going to meet Death Eaters. Are you out of your mind?"

"Listen to me; I was not the first nor the last to become disillusioned with the life I was expected to lead. I think I have a chance—a very good chance—of convincing one, if not more, over to our side."

"But Christ, what a risk," Harry complained. "Are you sure you're not a Gryffindor deep down? Because it seems like you have that same thirst for facing death that I do."

"No," Snape assured him. "And red and gold are gaudy. I will meet them in a somewhat public place, I will be well protected, and I have an opportunity to learn what they know of Dumbledore's disappearance. Harry, you must see that it is worth the danger. I'm well trained. I'm cautious. I know what I'm doing."

"You always say that!" Harry cried, exasperated.

"I love you."

"You bastard; it's damned devious of you to knock my legs out from under me by saying a thing like that."

Severus lifted Harry's hand to his lips, trailed a series of soft kisses over the chapped knuckles. "Promise me you'll be a good boy."

Harry heaved a great sigh. "I'm always a good boy. That's what gets me into these messes. If I were a bad boy, I'd probably be keeping my head down and worrying about myself. But I promise I won't follow you, and I won't try to stop you, and I won't try to stop the—the Death Eaters from meeting you. All right? But if any one of those snakes tries putting it to you, I'm going to make Voldemort seem like Captain Kangaroo."

Snape blinked slowly. "Speaking of snakes, didn't you have one of those when you came in?"

Harry tried not to look guilty. "I—what? Huh? Uh… he was here a moment ago."

Severus looked about, lifting cushions. "Blast you and your multi-species friends. He must have got off somewhere."

"At least one of us did," Harry quipped weakly.

"There he is, just under that cabinet. He'd better not have got into my extra jar of cockroaches, or you'll be paying for them!"

"I'm sure he didn't, sir," Harry replied, hurrying to pick up the laggard creature. Snape calmed, as Harry knew he had a tendency to do when Harry precluded an argument with politeness.

"Well…"

"Oh, gosh, look at the time!" Harry interrupted, gesturing wildly. "I ought to be in bed!"

"Yes. Mine."

Harry flushed. "Really? Really really?"

Severus sighed. "I suppose not. Albus would be disappointed if I did such a thing. You will try to behave, for my sake?"

Harry gave a relieved, crooked grin, and leaned over to give the man a kiss. "Yes. For you, I'd do anything. I'd wrestle a bear. I'd climb the tallest mountain. I'd die, if you asked. And yes, as wretched as it is, I'll even be a 'good boy.' All right?"

"Potter?"

"Yeah?"

"Your sodding snake has just tried to wiggle into my shirt. Go find somewhere else for him to be a nuisance. And yourself."

Harry saluted. "Yes, sir!"

"Ruddy little prat."

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Outside the man's chambers, Harry wiped the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his shirtsleeve. "It took you long enough!" he complained to his small green companion. "I thought I might just have to forgo the whole plan and see if I couldn't just find the thing myself after we shagged!"

Junior hissed at length.

Harry nodded in satisfaction. "All right, then, good job," he hissed back. "Tomorrow, it's time for step two. I hope he doesn't get too angry."

A/N:

Just wanted to let you all know that, now that ff allows it, I'll be responding to most reviews individually, instead of taking up a whole extra page for it, so long as you all don't mind. Yay! Reviews! Also, I apologize for the hiatus, but if you check out the fic on the naughty(underscore)newyear LJ, you will see why, and trust me, it's been worth it!