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The Little Voices
Ron had barely put his things down when his dorm room door burst open, Hermione ran in, tackled his best friend onto the mattress, and straddled him.
"I want to know everything!" Hermione demanded.
"Where do you want me to start?" asked the Harry sprawled beneath her.
Hermione thought about it, taking forever because honestly she didn't even know where to start. Finally, Ron asked, mostly because the topic had been bugging him since his best friend, and evil professor became official.
"How big is his prick?"
Both Hermione and Harry stared at him, Ron stared back, then Hermione looked back down at Harry.
"Yeah, how big is it? You never told me."
Harry grinned, "It's big."
"Lucky." Hermione sighed with a dreamy look.
Ron may have some respect for his professor after all
"And," Harry continued on with a equally dreamy look "it feels amazing."
Hermione squealed, and bounced, Harry grunted from the movement. Ron had a vague feeling he shouldn't be watching this.
"You guys can be so weird." Dean mumbled.
"And yet we're friend with them." Seamus pointed out.
The return to school was spent attending classes, and making out in abandon classrooms and closets, lots, and lots, of closets. And he could do that now, because he had a…lover? Boyfriend?
Severus, you have a Severus.
That'll work.
Humming, Harry hurried to the Great Hall for lunch, Ron had gone ahead, and Hermione had wondered off somewhere. Looking kind of sneaky the more Harry thought about it.
A sneaky Hermione is never a good thing for us.
Considering we can now have Hot Kinky Pig Sex, I say that's more of a maybe.
"True enough," Harry said as he entered the Hall.
Ron was already eating, Harry looked away from the table to the teacher's, Severus was there, heated gaze boring into the student.
Harry's throat was suddenly very dry.
We are sooo getting a detention after lunch.
Potions was after lunch, and Harry couldn't wait.
~.~
Soo, he didn't get a detention, but he did get a letter from an House Elf that had popped up on his way to his last class for the day, it was from Severus. It stated that he wanted to see Harry after dinner, thus, after dinner, Harry told his friends he'd see them later, to which both gave knowing grins before they separated.
Maybe we should have changed clothes first.
Nah, maybe our uniform will give him the idea of innocent student and naughty Professor.
…..Can Harry be considered innocent?
Depends on whether, or not Harry knows what it means that he's a catcher, and Severus is a pitcher.
"Erm, we're going to be playing Muggle baseball?"
…Right.
Shrugging, Harry knocked on his Professor's door, it opened, he was pulled inside, and into a warm embrace.
"Good evening," Severus kissed him on the forehead.
Harry wiggled closer, and hugged his lover back tightly, making a pleased sound as he nuzzled into the man's robe. Severus chuckled, then easily lifting Harry into his arms.
"Professor!" Harry squealed in delight.
"In here, it's Severus. In the bedroom, it's debatable."
Giggling, Harry let himself be carried to the sofa, then Severus left, and came back with slices of cake, and drinks.
"Next weekend, is Hogsmead," Severus then said once Harry was on his lap and devouring cake, "instead of spending it there, would you like to go house hunting with me?"
"You started looking for houses already?" Severus had talked about it during the holidays, but Harry didn't think the man had started looking already.
"Hmm-mm," Severus nuzzled into his lover's neck, "my plan is to have one ready for you once school is out."
Harry was suddenly turned around, barely saving what was left of his cake, chest to chest with his Professor. Dark eyes heated, and made Harry shiver for all the right reasons, "I also plan to fuck you on every surface of our soon to be new home."
Oh sweet duckity duck, this man is dangerous.
And we love it.
"We do."
"What was that?"
"Nothing," Harry scooped icing from his plate with his two fingers, and pressed them against his lover's lips.
Amused, Severus licked at the icing before sucking both fingers into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue.
Harry grinned, moaning when a hand slipped into the back of his trousers.
~.~
"Jeez, was he trying to eat your chest?"
Pausing in taking off his nightshirt, Harry looked at his best friend, who was mostly done dressing, and staring at his chest in surprised curiosity. Which the teen knew had hickies everywhere, and don't him get it started on his nipples, Severus really was a breast man…well, a Harry breast man.
"He really likes my chest, mostly here." Harry pointed at his nipples, "he plays with them a lot during sex."
"Oh." Ron said then after a moment, "….Can I touch them?"
Normally, people would probably freak out, or at least ask why, but Harry had never been normal. So, he merely shrugged. "Okay."
Ron came over, and without a hint of hesitation, lifted his hands, and pretty much groped his friend's chest.
"They're sensitive," Harry told him when Ron brushed his thumb against a nipple and Harry shivered.
"Oh." Ron did again, and Harry squirmed, "…..this is kind of fun."
Of course, that's when Neville came in to get a forgotten book, "Erm," he said nervously when Ron flick his finger against the harden flesh and Harry made a…..sound, "should I come back later?"
~.~
Hogsmead came, and after said goodbye to Ron, and a suspiciously giddy Hermione. Harry hurried to the Severus's office.
"Right on time," Severus smiled when Harry came in.
Harry smiled back, ignoring the voices cooing over Severus's smile, which was adorable, but he couldn't get distracted…..maybe later.
"Just a moment,"
After locking up, Severus and Harry made their way out, away from the castle, and to meet their realtor, actually it was the Malfoy's realtor. Narcissa had happily given Severus the woman's name when the Potion Master had come to them for help in finding a home.
Their realtor, named Christine, had three houses to show them, the first one was huge, and it made Harry wonder about his lover's income.
We have a Sugar Daddy!
I suggest calling him that during sex.
"Call him what?" Harry mumbled as he half listened to the woman ramble on about what the house had.
Severus gave him a questioning look, to which Harry just gave a reassuring smile, Severus after a moment, went back to listening to the realtor, and Harry turned his own attention back to the voices.
Not sure if we should be disappointed that you don't know about Sugar Daddies, or confused.
How about confusingly disappointed.
Harry wrinkled his nose in confusion before shrugging, and focusing on following the other two down some stairs
…Why does this house have a torture basement?
And why do I have a sudden urge to run away from billionaires with mommy-issues?
~.~
The second house was about the same, though the woman said it was smaller than the first one. This one didn't have a torture basement.
"Good morning all!"
It did have three ghosts.
"Aww, aren't you just the cutest!" coo'ed one of them, it was a woman, and she had very distinguish Malfoy features.
"Erm, well," the realtor cleared her throat, "they weren't here yesterday."
Severus just continued to glare at the three ghosts surrounding his lover, Harry didn't seem to mind, and probably be fine with having roommates, however, Severus would not be fine. Not to mention he was not into voyeurism.
So the second house was a no.
The third house, they visited after lunch, and it wasn't so much as a house as it was a cottage. Fifteen minutes from the village, with plenty of wooded area that Severus could find a good amount of potion ingredients. The décor needed to be changed, too much yellow, the kitchen was large, and even had an island, Severus had to physically lift his lover off it.
There were two bedrooms, one was the master bedroom, and Severus had plans on getting a bigger tube if they decided to take the cottage. The other looked like children had lived in it, according to the realtor, it had been a family of four before they moved out. The living room was cozy, intimate, with a fireplace, in the back was a gated garden that had been overrun by weeds from lack of care.
"So?" Severus turned to Harry once the realtor gave them some privacy.
"The color needs to be changed," Harry said after a long pause.
"That's why I keep the Malfoys around."
Harry snickered before wrapping his arms around Severus's waist and pressed up against the man, "Pretty sure that's not the only reason."
"Well, they are pretty to look at."
"Should I be jealous?" Harry playful pouted.
"The way you cook? Highly doubtful." Severus bent down to kiss Harry's forehead.
"Is that all I am to you? A cook?"
With the way he fucks you stupid? No way.
We can live with that, if that was true.
"I was kidding," Harry mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, I like the cottage, I think it would be prefect."
"Really?" Severus asked rocking them side to side
"I love it." Harry said after a long pause, "I really do."
Severus lifted Harry's head for a kiss, "Then it's decided, this will be our new home."
~.~
Finally, finally, tonight was the last night of the school year, and Harry was in his lover's room instead of the ending feast, giggling, and laughing as they danced in the living room, the Professor leading and humming terribly off key to the music .
Harry loved it.
"The first thing I'm going to do when we settle into the house is give you to Narcissa and have her take you shopping." Severus said before dipping him.
"Why Lady Malfoy?" Harry asked before making a funny squeaky sound when he was lifted back up, and twirled.
"Because if I went shopping with you, everything will be in black."
Harry giggled as he was twirled back into his lover's arms, "Not everything in your wardrobe is black."
"Most of it is."
Harry shook his head, amused, "Aren't you going to come?"
"I don't have the patience for shopping, even if it's for you."
"Oh, well, what about a lingerie shop?"
Severus nearly dropped Harry mid-dip, and gave Harry a curious look.
"Ron told me about it."
"….Huh."
"He even showed me a few outfits, I kind of like the baby-doll one."
"Not sure if I should be turned on, or a little concerned."
I vote for turned on.
Me too.
"Me three."
"What?"
"Nothing, wanna have sex?"
Severus's devilish grin had Harry getting hard in his trouser really quick. With searing kiss, Severus lifted Harry up so that his lover could wrap his legs around his waist, and carried him into the bedroom. Both feeling light as an air, and happier than anything they have felt in years.
~.~
Severus blinked, rubbed his eyes, then blinked again.
Standing there, in front of his private chambers was Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, behind them was what he was pretty sure was the entire Gryffindor tower. The sudden nervousness, and bit of fear—had they finally had enough of him tormenting them?— left when he noticed, over their heads was a bright sparkling pink banner that said: Congratulations on Popping the Cherry, and Shacking Up!
Severus had so many questions.
Hermione smiled brightly at her Professor, "We brought food."
Like. A lot of questions.
Many hours, many, many, many, uncomfortable questions, and wondering of the students' sanity later, Severus closed the door behind the last students, Granger, and Weasley, and he made his way back to Harry. His lover was picking up plates and goblets, the gifts given to them were piled orderly on one side of the couch.
None of them had been opened during the visit upon the givers request.
Smiling at his passing lover, and with nothing else to do, Severus goes over to the gifts. Curious, he opened one red bag, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Inside was the biggest dildo he had ever seen, Slytherin green, it came with a remote, along with a packaged cock ring…..according to the card, it had been a free bonus gift. He placed the gifts back, and against his better judgement, opened another gift, then another, and another.
"I think our education system failed somewhere." The man thought, surround by….numerous erotic gifts, in his hands was a book on sex positions for same-sex couples.
When Harry finally cleaned up the last of the plates, and left-overs, Severus and the gifts were still in the same spot.
I think he's broken.
Hoping the voices weren't right, Harry settled down next to his lover.
"You okay?" Harry leaned against his lover.
"I think I missed something these past few years."
Harry giggled, "This was definitely all Hermione's idea."
"I'm concerned."
Harry smiled, "Yeah, she can be kind of scary, but if it wasn't for her, and the voices, I would have never told you how I felt."
"Indeed…..Wait, what voices?"
This is going to be fun.
Maybe we should get him drunk first.
Harry laughed.
-End?-