Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, swearing, infidelity, ignores epilogue, probably a bit OOC

Pairings: SS/HP and HP/GW

Genres: Romance, Drama, Angst

Summary: Harry's engaged to Ginny, but then along comes Severus Snape. SLASH, SS/HP, POST DH

Chapter Thirteen: More Means More

There was a problem here that needed solving. It was tall, wore dark clothes, and went by the name of Severus Snape.

Harry gave a great sigh as he looked up. He'd been absently carving a line into his desk with the tip of his quill for the past half hour, but the ridge was now so deep that he'd have to use magic to get rid of it altogether. It wasn't the first time he'd defaced the wooden surface and if anyone was ever to reverse the spells on his desk, they'd most likely think he was suffering from a nervous habit.

With a heavy groan, he put his head in his hands and rubbed at his aching temples.

Snape. He couldn't have this conversation with himself again. He was almost crazy from the repetition. For weeks he'd been telling himself the same things, over and over; for weeks he'd been trying to analyse his own behaviour, trying to figure out just why he was doing exactly what he was doing. He couldn't carry on like this – he'd go mad.

He, Harry Potter, was having an affair with Severus Snape. Why? He hadn't a bloody clue.

Was he bored with his life? Was he gay? Was he having some sort of identity crisis? Or was he simply just a horrible person? He honestly couldn't say anymore, he was so confused. All he knew was that, whenever he was around Snape, things felt different. He felt different. Things would just happen and Harry would have no questions until he got home.

He was having an affair with Snape. He could've taken the time to point out all of the many reasons why it was wrong, why he loved Ginny and wanted to live his life with her, but what was the point? He'd been over it so many times and it didn't do anything except give him a headache.

This was his fault. He'd been weak. He'd let Snape do those things to him. His excuses were slowly starting to drain away, but they weren't being replaced by solid reasons as he'd hoped they would. Reasons would've given him answers.

He was having an affair with Snape, and he needed to bring it to an end. But how?

By now he'd learnt that he was obviously too much of a coward to break things off with Snape face-to-face. He'd already tried that approach and he'd ended up naked up some hill. Whenever he was with him, Harry would be too nervous to bring up the subject and too immersed in the man's presence to do anything about it. Conversation would flow and he'd enjoy the time they were spending together, and by the time he left to go home, he'd be too addlebrained from the unexpected-but-not-so-unexpected orgasm he'd end up having to even remember why he'd been there in the first place. It was all so very counterproductive. And wrong. Had he already mentioned how wrong it was?

Obviously, he would have to write a letter.

Liking that idea, Harry sat up in his chair and reached across his desk for a piece of parchment. He picked up his quill and dipped it in the inkwell.

Dear Snape.

OK. So far, so good. But now what?

He stared down at the parchment as if expecting inspiration to jump out and hit him on the nose. Longer and longer he waited, his quill poised and ready to write. Time ticked on and still nothing came to him. He sighed, and lowered his hand. This was a lot harder than it should have been.

How on earth did you break up with someone? He'd broken up with Ginny once, but that was completely different – he hadn't wanted to call an end to their relationship; that had been for her protection. This…

Harry let out a small laugh. In a way, he supposed this was for Snape's protection. If Ginny ever found out, she'd kill them both. And, well…his stomach knotted as his mind gently reminded him that he didn't really want to break things off with Snape either. A part of him – namely, his traitorous cock – was enjoying it. A part of him was maybe even a little bit attracted to the older man.

Sighing, he screwed the parchment into a ball and threw it into the bin.

Ignoring his feelings seemed like the best idea he'd ever had. Maybe it would all just go away on its own.

"Narcissa?"

Harry watched as Andromeda's clothes flew through the air and folded themselves neatly into the suitcase which lay open on the large, double bed. Somewhere out of sight, a door clicked open and Harry heard the chink of bottles knocking together; seconds later, a toiletry bag zoomed into the room, quickly followed by a toothbrush, tube of toothpaste, and several differently coloured vials. One by one, they all dropped into the bag, which then dropped into the case.

Andromeda, standing on the other side of the bed, looked up at Harry with dark eyes as she pocketed her wand.

"Don't start," she warned him.

Harry was affronted. "I didn't say anything!"

"No," she said, "but you were thinking about it and I'm in no mood for an argument. She's my sister, Harry."

"A sister you don't even like."

Ignoring him, she turned on her heel and strolled out of the room. Harry followed.

"Why can't you just write to each other or something?" he suggested, quickening his pace as she stormed down the narrow hallway. "Think how much easier it would be if you didn't have to see one another."

"I want to see her," she pointed out, starting down the stairs. "She was the one who suggested the meeting and the least I could do was agree to it."

"But why?"

They entered the kitchen and Harry came to a halt by the table. Teddy looked up from the picture he was drawing and gave his godfather a bright smile. Harry smiled back and ruffled the boys orange hair before turning back to Andromeda once more.

He'd only stopped by after work to see how Teddy was, and that was when he'd heard the news. He still couldn't believe that Andromeda had been prepared to sneak off to Malfoy Manor without a word, leaving her grandson with Molly and Arthur. Now that Harry had managed to gain babysitting duties, he was determined to at least have his say on the matter.

"They're vile, the whole lot of them," he said forcefully. "I don't see why you would want to subject yourself to that."

"Harry, you're being ridiculous."

"Am I? Really?"

"Look," she said, turning to face him with a huge sigh, "I know she's done a lot of horrific things in the past, but don't you think she's redeemed herself at least a little bit?"

Harry scoffed, but didn't meet her eyes. "If you want to call saving my life 'redeeming herself'…" he muttered.

"And I do," she replied sternly.

It was Harry's turn to sigh. "I know she's not all evil," he admitted grudgingly, "but she's not exactly a nice person, is she. She's with Lucius and she raised Draco – what does that say about her?"

His words seemed to have hit a nerve. He almost quivered under the look Andromeda gave him, but he held his ground.

"She's my sister," she said firmly.

"She's a Malfoy."

"And I'm a Black, or have you forgotten what that name means?"

"She's one of them, too," he added.

With a groan, she threw up her arms in a useless gesture and turned her back to him. Harry watched as she started bustling about the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers, and pulling out boxes and bottles.

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Harry," she said, rather angrily. "What I do, whom I see, and where I go is none of your business."

"I'm Teddy's godfather, of course it's my business!" he retorted. "And when his Grandma goes off to consort with Malfoys, I have a right to know! I can't believe you weren't going to say anything to me. You were just going to dump Teddy on the Weasley's and go off to become a Death Eater's best friend."

Andromeda spun around so quickly that her long, curly hair whipped her face. She stalked towards him and slammed a small, green vial on the kitchen table.

"Is it any wonder I don't tell you these things?" she snapped. "Look at how you're reacting! You're still so prejudiced against them."

"So hating criminals makes me prejudiced now, does it?"

"You certainly had a different view whilst you were testifying on their behalf," she pointed out.

"Narcissa saved my life! I owned her that much, at least."

Andromeda looked ready to argue back, but she clenched her teeth together and took a deep, steadying breath.

"I'm going," she said, in a dangerously quiet voice, "and that's final. I don't want to hear another word about it. Is that clear?"

"Why can't you just go for an hour or two? Why do you have to stay over?"

"I said, is that clear?"

Harry had to refrain from taking a step back. When angry, Andromeda's resemblance to Bellatrix was almost uncanny. Her dark eyes bore into him and he nodded, knowing his efforts were useless.

He hadn't meant to argue with her or question her reasons. He was just concerned. After all, he'd had first hand experience at dealing with the Malfoy family and it was hardly what he'd call a jolly, old affair. But still, if the sisters wanted to make peace with one another, who was he to stand in their way? It didn't stop him hating the idea though.

He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. Andromeda moved away again and returned to her packing.

He sighed quietly to himself and looked over at the table. His heart sank as he noticed Teddy was still in the room.

"Hey," Harry said, forcing a smile onto his face. "What you drawing?"

Teddy sniffed. "Why are you and Grandma fighting?"

"We're not fighting," he assured the young boy. "We were just having a little disagreement, but everything's alright now, it's all sorted. OK?"

"It sounded like you were fighting," he said quietly.

"We were just talking loudly," he said. "It's what us silly grownups do." He smiled kindly and looked back at the half-finished picture on the table. "So, what were you drawing? It's very colourful. Are you going to finish it?"

But clearly Teddy wasn't listening. His bottom lip wobbled as he looked up at Harry and his eyes shone brightly.

"Don't cry," Harry said softly, sitting down and pulling the boy onto his knee. "I'm sorry we were shouting. It was stupid of us." He glanced over at Andromeda, who was watching the scene with a frown. "I'm sorry Andromeda," he said to her, purely for the benefit of Teddy; he didn't think he'd ever be OK with the idea of her visiting with the Malfoys.

"So you should be," she muttered, but then she shook her head and came over to join them. "I'm sorry I shouted, Harry," she said to him. She kissed him on the head before bending down and giving Teddy one as well. "I'm sorry we scared you, sweetheart. How about we all go for some ice-cream before I leave, how does that sound?"

Teddy rubbed his eyes with a sniff and nodded. His hair, which must have turned a deep blue whilst they'd been arguing, slowly started to become lighter. Andromeda smiled at him and kissed his cheek before standing up and going to fetch her shoes.

"Am I staying with you, Uncle Harry?" Ted asked, looking up into Harry's face with big, round eyes.

"Yep," he smiled. "Just me, you, and Auntie Ginny for two whole days."

"Will Uncle Severus be there again?"

"Uncle Severus?"

Harry looked up at Andromeda as she re-entered the room.

"Yeah," he said to her, and why was his heart suddenly beating a hole in his chest? "Snape came by the last time I had Teddy. They played cards. No," he said, turning back to his godson, "Uncle Severus isn't going to be there. But Auntie Ginny will. Hey, maybe she'll let you go to Quidditch practice with her? If you ask nicely, I'm sure she'll let you have a go on her broom."

"Can I throw the quaffle?"

"Of course you can!"

As they left the house and headed along Diagon Alley towards Florean Fortescue's, they talked of nothing but Quidditch. Teddy seemed immensely cheered by the prospect of getting to ride on a professional, top-of-the-range broomstick with the entire Holyhead Harpies team and Harry and Andromeda encouraged his enthusiasm, taking great relief in the smile on the boy's face. After they'd eaten their ice-creams, they dropped by the joke shop to say 'hi' to George before visiting Quality Quidditch Supplies, and by the time they returned home, Teddy had forgotten all about the argument and couldn't wait to get to Uncle Harry's house.

For the next two days, Ginny went off to work with Teddy in tow and each time they got home, the young boy was laden with gifts and photographs. The first day had seen him return home covered in lipstick kisses, courtesy of the all-girl Quidditch team, and he'd talked of nothing else for hours, telling Harry how "cool" the players all were and how he couldn't wait to grow up and join one of the teams at Hogwarts.

Ginny loved having him around – she thought he was adorable and "good practice for when we have our own kids." Although she'd assured Harry that she didn't want children any time soon, the idea that it would happen one day was starting to terrify Harry. His life was in such tatters right now that he couldn't bare to think too far ahead. He was determined to sort out the mess he'd created before anything else could happen.

When Teddy returned to his Grandma's on Wednesday evening, Harry felt it safe to think about the things he'd been desperately trying to ignore. He knew now that his feelings weren't going to go away, at least not until he'd taken the necessary action. What that 'necessary action' was, however, was another problem entirely.

Firstly – and he wanted to make this absolutely clear – there were no romantic feelings involved whatsoever. What he felt for Snape was strictly sexual. He had no idea how anyone could be attracted to the git but, well, there you go. That was life, full of unsolvable mysteries. Snape fascinated him. The whole idea of Snape fascinated him. The way he moved, the way he talked, the way he looked at Harry…there was just something so manly about it all, something Harry had never seen in anyone else before. He was obsessed. He couldn't help it. Lust was running through his body and Snape was invading his every thought.

Which brought him to his second point…

He needed to stop. Stop thinking, stop wanting, stop needing…His world was starting to revolve around Snape and that was just not on. All he could think about was more. Just one more time, his head kept telling him. Just once more and my curiosity will be satisfied. Just once more and I'll be able to move on.

Well, he'd tried that and every time he'd finished, he'd always gone back. Clearly, he needed something else.

Harry sat in his office, nodding to himself as he listened to his thoughts. Yes, something else was definitely needed. But what? What could he possibly do to quell his desires once and for all?

Maybe if you tookmore, you'll be satisfied…

Harry stared at the wall as he turned that thought over and over in his head. Could he? Could he really take more from Snape? Maybe if he went the whole way…if he had sex with Snape, actual sex…maybe, just maybe, his body would be satisfied. Yes. Yes, of course. If he took everything then there would be nothing left for his body to yearn for. The reason he was still dwelling on Snape was because there was still more for him to experience. Once he'd done that, he wouldn't feel the need anymore. Yes, it made perfect sense. He had to have sex with Snape!

But Ginny…

Harry let out a shaky breath. It was awful and he hated himself for it but, well…what damage could one more time really do? This was going to be the last time. If he didn't do it then he'd always be wondering what if. Best to get it over and done with. Just once more and he'd very gladly move on. He was doing this for Ginny…

Ignoring how suspiciously excuse-like that all sounded, he pulled a stack of documents towards him and buried himself in his work.

As Harry clutched the glass of wine tightly in his hand, he tried not to think too much on why he was there. If he thought too much, he'd chicken out, and then where would he be? No. He had to do this.

He glanced over at the portrait above the fire. As ever, the Dumbledore family were fast asleep, snoozing gently against one another. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen Dumbledore awake in that picture before, but knew he mustn't spend all of his time asleep as one of Snape's favourite pastimes was complaining about how Albus liked to stick his nose where it didn't belong. Harry hadn't asked about the subject of conversation and Snape had never elaborated.

He took a sip of his drink and tried to smile over at the man in the armchair. Snape, dressed in his usual black pants and white dress shirt, simply looked back at him. His dark hair fell limply to his shoulders, framing his pale face. His nose was as prominent as ever and his thin lips curled slightly as he realised he was under scrutiny.

"You seem preoccupied," he said, giving Harry the once over. "Is everything alright?"

Harry nodded and gulped down some more of the wine. He wished it was his fifth glass, and not his first.

"I was just, erm…" He trailed off and cleared his throat. "…Just wondering about something," he said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…"

Silence fell. Harry drained his glass and set it aside. Again, he wished he'd thought of having a few drinks before he'd come here. As it was, he would just have to make do with the confidence that came natural.

"The things that have been happening between us…" he said, looking over at Snape as he spoke, "I think you know it can't go on."

Snape's eyes left him. He swirled the contents of his own drink and downed them in one.

"Is that why you are here?" he asked. "To put an end to things?"

Harry nodded again as he wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers. He hated that Snape made him so nervous. Although, he thought, this wasn't exactly an easy situation to be in anyway.

"I just thought that…before we end things…I mean, I guess I'd sort of like to…erm…you know…erm…" God, why couldn't he just say it! Snape was going to think he was some immature kid, not even worth his time. Out with it, Harry. Just say it! "I've been thinking and I've, erm…come to the conclusion…no, that sounds dumb. Er…"

Snape set his glass down on the coffee table and sighed.

"Contrary to what you may believe, Potter, your stuttering is not the slightest bit attractive."

"I'm not doing this on purpose!" he snapped. "I'm nervous, alright?"

"Nervous? What could you possibly have to be nervous about?"

"A lot of things," he assured him.

"Like?"

"Look," he said, shifting to the edge of his seat. "As great as this has been, I'm with someone. I just want to get back to my life and I think its best that we don't see each other from now on."

"Because you'll be tempted?"

"No!" Harry shot back. Snape just looked at him calmly. "No," he said again. "I just think that if we're going to call an end to this then…well, it should be a proper end. We could write to each other?" he suggested.

"Indeed?"

"But before I go…there's something I want. Something I can't stop thinking about. And I don't think I can end it until we do it."

His whole body was pulsing in time with his heartbeat but he looked Snape dead in the eye as he prepared to say what he'd come here to say. He'd made a right hash of things so far and he didn't want to give Snape any more reasons to turn him down. He needed this.

He took a deep breath.

"I want to have sex with you."

The words seemed to hang in the air. Nothing could be heard except the ticking of the clock and as Snape continued to stare at him, he felt his cheeks glow red.

"Well?" he asked, more to cover for the silence than anything else. "What do you think?"

Snape licked his lips.

"I've think you've gone slightly mad," he said, with a hint of a purr. "Did I hear that correctly, Potter? You want to have sex with me? Well, well…"

"You don't have to take that tone, Snape," he said. "This isn't funny! I need this, OK? I can't move on if I don't."

"Really?" He got to his feet and went over to the large cabinet in the corner. His back to Harry, he poured himself a new glass of wine. "So," he said. "You want to use me for sex."

"I don't want to use you," he corrected quickly, getting to his feet and joining Snape. The man's back was stiff and Harry worried that he'd offended him. "I want to do this. The fact that it will help me move on is an added bonus. I need to move on, Snape. And so do you. I'm getting married. But I can't stop thinking about…" he trailed off with a sigh and bit his lip. He hadn't even given any thought to what Snape might want. He'd just assumed he'd be up for it.

"What if I say no?" Snape said quietly. He turned round so that they were face-to-face. "What if I refuse to give you what you want?"

Harry opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He shook his head and shrugged.

"Interesting," Snape purred. "If I wanted, I could refuse to give you this. I could have you returning here every week…looking for something, needing me." He closed the gap between them and brought a hand up to cup Harry's cheek. His eyes shone with hunger. "Or I could give you what you want. Take what I've wanted for a long time. Such an extraordinary parting gift."

Harry gulped. He let out a shaky breath. Snape smiled.

And then lips were suddenly crushed against his own and he staggered back a few paces, clinging on to strong arms to steady himself. He moaned and pressed his body flush against Snape's, opening his mouth for the tongue that was now so familiar after weeks of fumbling about.

The crack of apparition sounded and Harry gasped and stumbled as he found himself in Snape's bedroom – or, at least, what he presumed to be Snape's bedroom because before he could get a good look at his surroundings, he was pushed backwards onto the bed. Once again, Snape's body pressed against his and Harry sank into the mattress, screwing his hands tight in Snape's hair, pulling the man in for another breathtaking kiss. His legs fastened around the thin waist above him and he bucked furiously, shamelessly, each brush sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. His fingers scrabbled at the white shirt Snape wore and it wasn't long before he had it undone, tearing it from the pale shoulders and throwing it aside. Snape's hand trailed down to Harry's arse and he squeezed, bringing their hips together. Harry let out a deep groan and Snape shivered before pressing his tongue further into Harry's mouth as if he thought he could lap up all the delicious sounds.

Harry's shirt was next to go, quickly followed by his jeans as Snape broke the kiss and ripped the offending garment away in one quick swipe. As Harry kicked off his shoes and socks, Snape ducked his head and Harry let out a yell. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and watched as Snape smirked. Underwear was peeled away and Harry was left naked and hard.

"Not fair," he muttered, reaching out a hand for Snape's belt. It took him a while to steady his fingers enough to undo the buckle, but with Snape's help he managed it. Soon, they were both naked and Harry couldn't help but stare at what he saw. Snape's cock – not large, but definitely bigger than his own – was growing right before his very eyes. Licking his lips, Harry reached over and took it in hand. It felt so different to what he was used to, the length and girth completely alien to him. Tentatively, he began to stroke.

"Not like this," Snape gasped out, "Don't want to come like this."

Harry's stomach leapt with joy at knowing he could have this effect on the stern man, but he reluctantly let go of his cock and summoned his own trousers. He fidgeted around in the pockets before pulling out a small, brightly coloured packet.

"A condom, Potter?" asked Snape, his breathing harsh. "How laughably muggle."

Harry tore it open and extracted the rubber sheath.

"I want to take all possible precautions," he told the man. "I know magic's the best but…well, it doesn't hurt to be extra careful, does it?"

Snape sighed but held out his hand all the same. Harry pulled back.

"It's for me," he said.

"You? Wouldn't it be better served on me? I am, after all, going to be fucking you."

"No," said Harry. "I'm fucking you."

Snape's heavy breathing stilled. He glared at Harry.

"Over my dead body," he barked.

"Snape, I've never done this before. I don't want a cock shoved up my arse! I don't know anything about all of that. But I know how to top and that's what I'll be doing."

Snape laughed as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

"You can't seriously be expecting me to spread my legs for you?"

"But Snape –"

"No."

Harry opened his mouth to argue but Snape shot him his most deadly glare. He snapped his mouth shut and crossed his arms stubbornly, turning away. "Fine," he said, through gritted teeth, "Then we don't have sex."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Great. Just bloody great. Here he was, naked and hard and sitting on Snape's bed…and for what? He should have known this would happen. He should have had the sense to realise that Snape didn't want him enough to let him top. He should just gather his things together and leave, be done with the man once and for all. Except…he couldn't. Hope glued him to the bed. The thought of getting up and walking through that door was a shattering one.

"I'm sorry," he muttered into the silent room. "I'm sorry, but I won't bottom. I can't."

Harry heard a sigh and when the bed dripped, he was so sure that Snape had stood up to leave. But then he felt a warm weight against his back. Lips kissed his shoulder. A tongue licked his neck. A shiver ran through him and he turned back round to face Snape.

"I'm not bottoming," he told adamantly.

Snape smiled softly as he brushed a stay hair from Harry's face.

"You're adorable when you pout," he told him quietly.

Harry's lips twitched. "That was actually a compliment."

"It was," Snape agreed.

Harry gave a shy smile. "Can I hear some more?"

Snape rolled his eyes and leant forwards to kiss him. He then shuffled back on the bed and lay down on his back. His legs fell open.

"Don't push your luck, Potter," he said. Harry grinned.

A/N: Unedited smut is at the link in my profile! Wooo! It's edited from "Harry gulped. He let out a shaky breath. Snape smiled" and onwards. lol and sorry if the one posted here seemed a bit choppy. My idea of editing is deleting random lines! If you read the smutty version, please review here!

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