I updated twice today!
Warnings: Smuttiness.
Chapter Six
Harry slapped the newspaper on the kitchen table, looking away from the headline.
Severus Snape Declared as Hogwarts Headmaster
"Ugh," Ron muttered, rolling his eyes and leaving the table.
Remus sat forward.
"This is what we wanted isn't it?"
Severus sat down, pushing the paper away.
"Yes," he said shortly, "It's what we wanted."
Remus looked at him concernedly, reaching out to comfort him before thinking better of it.
Harry reached out instead, squeezing his shoulder.
"It will be fine. You will do fine."
Severus stood, nodding stiffly before stalking down to his room.
Hermione was looking conflicted.
Remus stopped her with a hand.
"I'll go."
He followed the shadow of Severus' steps, rubbing his sweaty palms on the fronts of his pants.
"Sev?"
He received no answer, so he pushed open the door, leaning on the frame to study the man.
Severus was standing at his window, looking out at the street.
"Sev."
He spoke.
"When I was younger, I told Dumbledore that the boys in my dorm were trying to get me to go to this 'Dark Lord.' I thought he sounded mad. He sounded scary. He reminded me of my father, and I wanted nothing to do with that man," Severus sighed, seeming to sink in on himself, "I went to the one person I knew could help me: Dumbledore, but he didn't help me, did he?"
Severus turned, looking at Remus with hurt eyes.
"Instead of the protection I sought, he told me to spy. He sent me into those meetings, made me watch horrific things, all to bring back information for the order. I know it was important, and it made me feel important, and that's why I did it, but Remus, I was just a boy. I-I don't want to do it anymore, but it's too late to turn back. I can't leave now, because I've become a key part of the plan."
Remus rushed forward, gathering the broken man into his arms and swaying them back and forth.
"I've denied myself everything. A family. Love. All in the name of this bloody cause. Do you know what I've been forced to witness? The darkness I've seen? The cruelty I've been forced to commit? It's awful out there."
Remus pressed a kiss to Severus' head.
"I can't even imagine the pain you've gone through, my love. You above all deserve happiness," he told him.
"Don't call me that. It only makes it worse."
"What?"
"Love. You say it like you mean it," he spat as if the word itself had hurt him.
"I do mean it, Severus."
"You couldn't possibly. You said it yourself," Severus pushed away from Remus, moving back towards the window, "I'm the most hateful man you know."
Remus pulled Severus back harshly.
"I already told you that I was being stupid."
Remus spun Severus around so that he was facing him and ran a finger down his cheek.
"You were-"
"Wrong. I was wrong. You have given so much up for the cause. You have spent so long taking care of everyone, only for them to turn their backs on you. You are so strong, Severus, so brave, but you don't have to be strong sometimes. You can shed your mask here, don't you know that? I don't care a thing for the man you pretend to be, but I am hopelessly in love with the man you are."
Remus kept his grip on Severus' back firmly, fighting the urge to claim him right then and there.
"You couldn't be-"
"I am."
Severus shook his head in denial of Remus' confession, pushing at Remus' chest. The werewolf in him was strong however, and wasn't going to let his mate go without a fight.
"Severus. Stop."
Severus froze, looking up at him confusedly.
Remus leaned forward, catching Severus' lips with his own for a brutal kiss.
"Come to me when you believe me. I've grown tired of trying to muddle through your mixed signals."
He pecked Severus once more, as if he couldn't help himself, then left.
Severus stood there for a minute, until he realized what had just happened and came to his senses. He practically ran from the room.
"Remus!"
Ron stuck his head out the door to tell him.
"He's headed out. Said he needed some fresh air."
Severus moved even faster then, able to catch Remus shouldering on his cloak.
"Remus!"
The tawny-haired man looked up at him with wide eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Severus. I shouldn't have- not without your permission. I'm going out for some fresh air, and to pick up some necessities for travel. I can-"
Severus grabbed his face roughly, attacking Remus' mouth and effectively shutting him up.
Remus dropped his coat in surprise, hurriedly kissing Severus back. He wasted no time in bringing his tongue into his mouth, pulling Severus closer to him by the seat of his pants.
Remus had the sidelong thought that Severus was actually wearing dark trousers instead of his billowing cloak, but he shook that thought away to pour even more heat into the kiss.
He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily onto Severus' lips.
"I can believe you," Severus whispered.
Remus smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips once more.
"Good," he said, releasing Severus from his tight grip, "Now I really do need to run out for a few things. Do you need anything?"
Severus shook his head, looking slightly disappointed before the mask was back in place.
"No. I will see you when you return."
Before he could stalk away, Remus had him in his arms again.
"I do wish I could stay, Sev, but we need to be well prepared if we are going to be hunting these disgusting things. I will be back before dinner. We can talk then, eh?"
Severus leaned toward him.
"So they've agreed to let you go with them?"
"Don't worry. I'll protect and help your godson to the best of my ability."
Severus raised a hand to cup Remus' lightly-stubbled jaw.
"My godson has a dominant mate to keep him safe. He isn't who I worry about."
Remus smiled a toothy smile, kissing Severus on the forehead as he picked up his fallen coat.
"I'll see you in a few hours."
Hermione and Harry were still in the kitchen pursuing the newspaper when Draco came in.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up, putting an arm out in an invitation for him to sit with him.
Draco surprised him by plopping gracefully onto his lap.
"When are we going to the ministry?"
"Oh no," said Harry in response, "it's crazy dangerous. I'm not bringing you to the ministry."
Draco scowled openly at him.
"I am not a child. I'm just as much a part of this as Hermione is. I refuse to sit at home like a housewife while you go put yourself into danger. Besides, out of all of us, you are the most in danger."
"Fine. I'll stay here," replied Harry sarcastically. "Let me know if you ever defeat Voldemort, won't you?"
Hermione giggled at his attempt at humour, while Draco smiled, and pain shot through his scar.
His hand jumped to it, which he tried to brush off as running a hand through his hair, but Draco's eyes narrowed suspiciously nevertheless.
"Well, if we all go, we'll have to apparate separately. There's no way we can all fit under the cloak," Ron said as he strolled into the kitchen.
"We can't all go," Harry observed. "There are simply too many of us. Severus will probably be at the school. I don't want to leave anyone at the house alone, just in case something happens. I think we should split up. Remus and Ron can use the cloak to get into Hogwarts and get to the chamber. I need basilisk fangs to destroy the horcrux once we get it."
Ron frowned at him.
"Why can't the ferret go with Remus?"
Harry growled.
"Draco goes with , you know where the chamber is."
Ron's mouth snapped shut and Hermione reiterated, "so we complete are missions and meet back up at Grimmauld?"
Harry nodded, trying ignore the growing pain in his scar.
"We need a way to communicate with Ron and Remus though."
Severus had an answer for that.
"How about we use a two-way mirror? Remus knows how to make one, I'm sure. I remember that he and the Marauders all had one at one time. They used them to talk over the summer."
Harry rested his eyes on Draco's shoulder.
"Sirius gave me one the summer before my fifth year, but I didn't open it until after he died."
Harry's scar was becoming overbearingly painful. He stood, nearly knocking Draco off the chair before remembering to set him down first.
"Uh- Bathroom," he said by way of explanation.
He dashed to the bathroom on the first landing, bolting the door.
(This is directly from DH. I didn't want to change the vision.)
Grunting with pain, he slumped over the black basin with its taps in the form of open-mouthed serpents and closed his eyes ….
He was gliding along a twilit street. The buildings on either side of him had high, timbered gables; they looked like gingerbread houses. He approached one of them, then saw the whiteness of his own long-fingered hand against the door. He knocked. He felt a mounting excitement…
The door opened: A laughing woman stood there. Her face fell as she looked into Harry's face: humor gone, terror replacing it ….
"Gregorovitch?" said a high, cold voice.
She shook her head: She was trying to close the door. A white hand held it steady, prevented her shutting him out …
"I want Gregorovitch."
"Er wohnt hier nicht mehr!" she cried, shaking her head. "He no live here! He no live here! I know him not!"
Abandoning the attempt to close the door, she began to back away down the dark hall, and Harry followed, gliding toward her, and his long-fingered hand had drawn his wand.
"where is he?"
"Das weiff ich nicht! He move! I know not, I know not!"
He raised his hand. She screamed. Two young children came running into the hall.
She tried to shield them with her arms. There was a flash of green light –
"Harry! HARRY!" Hermione called through the door.
He opened his eyes, realizing belatedly that he had sunk to the floor.
"Open up, Harry!" Draco yelled.
Harry rushed to pull open the door, recognizing the fearful tone in Draco's voice.
When he pulled it open, Draco tumbled in, barely caught by Harry.
"What were you doing?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"What do you think?" he asked sarcastically.
"You were yelling," Draco told him, shaking a bit.
"I must've fallen asleep or-"
"Oh please," Hermione snapped.
Draco frowned at him.
"Don't lie to me, Harry."
Harry sank back down, trapping Draco to his chest.
"Fine. I've just seen Voldemort murdering a woman. By now he's probably killed her whole family. And he didn't need to. It was Cedric all over again, they were just there… "
"Harry, you aren't supposed to let this happen anymore!" Hermione cried, her voice echoing through the bathroom. "Dumbledore wanted you to use Occlumency! HE thought the connection was dangerous – Voldemort can use it, Harry! What good is it to watch him kill and torture, how can it help?"
"Because it means I know what he's doing," said Harry.
"So you're not even going to try to shut him out?"
"Hermione, I can't. You know I'm lousy at Occlumency. I never got the hang of it."
"You never really tried!" she said hotly. "I don't get it, Harry – do you like having this special connection or relationship or what – whatever – "
She faltered under the look he gave her as he pulled Draco closer.
"Like it?" he said quietly. "Would you like it?"
"I – no – I'm sorry, Harry. I just didn't mean – "
"I hate it, I hate the fact that he can get inside me, that I have to watch him when he's most dangerous. But I'm going to use it."
"Why?"
"Because we need all the help we can get!"
Draco shifted against him.
"Could you leave us a moment, Hermione?" Draco requested.
She nodded unwillingly, leaving the two.
"Harry?"
Draco's voice was soft next to his earlier conversation with Hermione.
"I can teach you occlumency."
"Draco, I thought you would at least understand. I need to be able to see what he's doing. I can't just-"
"I'm not asking you too!" Draco yelled before dropping his voice again. "I'm not asking you too. I can teach you occlumency and legimency, then you can control when you can see the visions. What if one of them comes when your in a sticky situation? You need to be able to shut him out."
Harry gazed down into his imploring silver eyes, nodding.
"Okay, Draco. You can teach me. We can start after this upcoming mission okay?"
Draco cuddled into him, soaking up his warmth.
"Okay."
They were silent for a long moment.
"Can I please you tonight, Draco?"
Draco stiffened.
"I promised not to push you, I just want to take care of you tonight."
Draco thought for a moment before nodding into Harry's shoulder.
Remus laid down on the loveseat in the Black library, checking through a list of everything Hermione had put in the moleskin pouch.
"Lupin," Severus greeted cordially, making to go to one of the shelves.
Remus reached out, pulling the cold man onto his lap.
"I'd appreciate if you called me Remus, my love."
Severus shifted on Remus' lap, trying to look at him in the odd position.
Remus moved him to where he was seated sideways, and wrapped him up.
"I suppose I could do that," Severus drawled.
Remus ran his hand up and down his thigh, studying the way Severus' breath quickened.
"May I kiss you, Severus?"
Though flustered, he still managed to snipe a response.
"Didn't bother asking before, did you?"
Remus smirked, taking that as consent.
This kiss was softer, and Severus sighed into it.
Remus led the kiss after fighting a short battle with Severus, and mapped out the inside of his mouth.
Severus let out a small moan that he was very embarrassed of, and Remus deepened it, making him forget what he was embarrassed about.
When they parted, Remus was lying fully on Severus, and was aching.
"I don't want to push things," he whispered.
Severus frowned, looking at the ceiling.
"If you don't want me, I under-"
"No, Severus!" Remus cut him off. "I want you. Merlin, I want you so much. I just don't want to make this relationship about sex. I want this to last. I want us, Severus."
Severus looked back at him.
"You want us?"
"Yes. I do. More than anything."
Severus smiled then, pulling Remus back down.
"I want us too, Remus, and I'm not asking for everything tonight, but I've wanted you for so long," he blushed slightly as he mentioned this, but did not stop, "I just- I want to touch you, Remus."
Remus smiled, bringing his hand down to cup the arousal in Severus' jeans.
"I understand the feeling completely," he whispered, coming down to kiss his neck. "Just how long have you wanted me, Severus?"
"Years," he gasped as Remus palmed his crotch.
"Really?"
His answer was cut off however, by another kiss.
Severus used his knee to rub at Remus, who removed their hands in favor of grinding gently against him.
"Oh!" Severus moaned, lifting a hand to cast a silencing charm over the room.
Remus pulled at the hem of Severus' jeans, who lifted his hips to help.
He revealed his prize, staring for just a moment before burying his face in the curls.
He enveloped him in his mouth, before Severus pulled him away.
"I'll come to quickly like that."
"Have something else in mind?"
"It involves the removal of your clothing."
Remus stood to shuck off his pants and shirt, pulling Severus up instead of going back down.
He kissed Severus deeply, massaging the globes of his arse with his fingers.
Severus still had his shirt on, which was a problem Remus was quick to remedy.
Severus crossed his arms, not allowing the shirt to disappear.
Remus brought him into a hug.
"Shed your armor, Severus."
"You won't like what you see."
Remus stepped back, running his hands up the offending garment.
"Let me see you. I promise it will be okay."
Severus lifted his arms, but didn't look confident.
"Oh, Severus," Remus gasped, tracing one of the many scars littering his torso. "What have they done to you?"
He didn't answer and Remus was confused until he looked into Severus' eyes. He looked as if he had already given up. Like Remus had already left.
He pulled the man closer, moaning lightly as they brushed together.
"You are still beautiful. Even more so, after all that you've been through."
"Don't be so Hufflepuff," Severus said, "No one wants used goods, and I wasn't a real treasure to begin with."
Remus shook his head, kissing the edge of a ragged scar.
"You are a treasure, Severus."
He continued moving against Severus as he clung to his neck.
Remus gripped his hips, moving them together with increasing pressure and speed.
"Remus!"
"Let go, Sev."
He came, pulling at Remus' shoulders, followed shortly after by the werewolf.
Remus calmed, and picked Severus up and cast a cleansing spell over them both.
"Come lay with me."
"You still want me now?"
Remus sucked at his bottom lip.
"I want you forever."
A/N:
A bit of Drarryness is coming next. I didn't want double smut. Next update coming soon!