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
A/N: I'm truly am sorry it's taken so long to update. It's taking me quite some time to finish chapters now since I work silly hours, but on the plus side I've been working on this story whenever I've had the chance and I have almost 3 chapters done (they just need a bit of adding to) so there really shouldn't be a long wait in future.
Here's yet another recap since it's been a while:
Harry and Snape started being friends and meeting every Friday, when Ginny found out she was angry but has finally forgiven Snape for the things he's done, Harry and Snape have been sleeping together and it's been going on for a couple of months now, then Harry's assistant caught them making out in an alley on Harry's birthday. Harry talked to his assistant, Jeremy, about it all and Snape talked to Dumbledore's portrait. Harry and Snape made up. The opening of the café is coming up and Molly has invited Snape. Harry, despite Jeremy's warnings, has decided to enjoy being with Snape and see what happens. He went over for dinner, they watched porn (lol), and then the Dumbledore portrait had a few things to say.
Sorry once again! Like I said, I have quite a bit more done so it shouldn't be a stupidly long wait again. Thanks to everyone for being so patient.
Chapter Nineteen: Home Made
There was just under a week left until September 2nd was upon them once more and Diagon Alley was full to bursting with children, teenagers, and parents, all rushing about buying school supplies for the new academic year. The late August sun was beaming down brightly and many people had shrugged off their robes and slung them over their arms. The air was full of excited chatter as students stopped to greet their peers, talk about their holidays, and gossip about the latest celebrity news as their parents tried desperately to steer them towards the many different shops. Queues of people had already started to form outside the smaller ones and a crowd had gathered around the large bay window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, which had put on a rather bright display of the blue and gold team kit of the Gothenburg Gargoyles, the Swedish team that had won the European Championships.
Having managed to get the day off work, Harry dodged past the many shoppers and weaved his way down the cobbled lane in just his jeans and t-shirt, feeling a tad wistful as he eyed the Hogwarts uniforms in Madam Malkin's shop. He loved being at the Ministry but the end of the summer holidays always made him think of school, the place that had changed his life and had given him friends. He felt a special connection to Hogwarts and he envied the teachers for getting to return there every year.
Maybe he could pay Hagrid and Minerva a visit?
Smiling as a few girls dropped their shopping bags and gawped at him, he rounded the bend in the narrow lane and headed for the building with the biggest crowd outside.
The end of the summer holidays also brought the opening of Molly and Andromeda's café, Home Made. A big, bright banner above the door announced the event in flashing letters and a large menu had finally been put on display in the window, which the people at the front of the queue were milling around. Inside, Harry could see that trays of free samples had been lined up - miniature fairy cakes and biscuits, pasties and sandwiches, jellies and trifles. Tiny glasses of champagne and apple juice were also waiting on a table by the door, for the guests and customers to toast the grand opening.
It was a risk, Harry thought, opening at the end of summer instead of the beginning, but as the business already relied heavily on catering events he was fairly confident that the café would be a success. The fact that it offered a delivery service greatly improved its chances and Harry knew that once people had tasted the food there would be orders flying in from all over.
Ignoring all the heads that turned in his direction, Harry walked to the front of the queue and knocked on the door. George grinned through the glass and opened it for him.
"Mum, your celebrity guest is here!" he called over his shoulder. Ginny, who had followed her brother to the door, hit him on the arm. "Oh, I'm sorry," corrected George. "Your second celebrity guest is here! Can't go upsetting the little Quidditch star now, can we?"
Ginny rolled her eyes and handed Harry a cream-coloured apron that had the words 'Home Made' stamped across the chest in colourful letters.
"It's one glass of champagne per person," she explained at once, "and one free sample per tray per person. Anyone with an invitation is to come straight in, no queuing, and any orders are to be made at the counter." She took a breath and straightened up. "Thanks for doing this, Harry. It really means a lot."
"No problem," he smiled. "Happy to help."
She gave him a bright smile and kissed him on the cheek before turning and heading for the kitchen, her ponytail swinging back and forth energetically. He watched her disappear through the door then turned to look at the trays.
He, Ron, George, and Ginny had all been made to "volunteer" their waiting services for the day, going about the room with trays of food and offering the customers free samples, hopefully persuading them to purchase more. Ron had scoffed at the idea and Harry, too, had to admit he was a little apprehensive himself, what with his "Boy Who Lived" status and all. But the Weasleys had been so kind to him over the years and he was determined to help them out in any way he could.
So, with that in mind, he threw the apron on and tied it at his waist, doing his best to ignore the crowd of people gawping at him through the windows. It wouldn't be so bad, he told himself, picking up his tray. He was, after all, in charge of champagne.
"Glass of champagne, Madam? Apple juice for your daughter?"
"Fairy cakes! Get your fairy cakes, on the house!"
"Oi! If you want another one of those it's 5 sickles."
"It's going rather well, isn't it?" said Ginny, coming to stand next to Harry. "Mum and Andromeda have already made loads. Look!"
Harry turned to see where she was pointing. Teddy was sitting on the edge of a counter, eating a chocolate éclair, swinging his feet, and looking completely at ease as Molly and Andromeda tried to deal with the queue that was forming at the till point. All the tables were full up, even the ones outside, and a number of people were having to stand to eat their purchases, yet more and more customers were entering the café. Harry saw Arthur pop his head out from the kitchen, catch sight of the queue, and duck back in again.
"I knew it would be a success," he smiled, turning back to Ginny. "Champagne?"
Ginny giggled. "No thanks. I've already had quite a few. And don't think I didn't see you sneaking those drinks before!"
"I've only had three!" he said indignantly. "And they're such small glasses."
Ginny giggled again before giving him a kiss and wandering off through the crowd. She hadn't been gone ten seconds when Ron came over to join him. He nodded at Harry's tray. "I couldn't have one of those, could I? Cheers." He took the drink Harry offered him, downed it in one, and handed the empty glass back.
"Having fun?" Harry asked, smirking.
Ron scowled. "Are you kidding me? We're supposed to be Aurors, for Merlin's sake! I can't believe Hermione has to work. I bet she didn't even try to get the day off!"
"I'm sure she did her best," he said, trying not to laugh; he'd seen Hermione that very morning and, indeed, she hadn't even tried. 'There's just so much to do, Harry,' she'd said, several files floating along behind her. 'And is my presence at the café really going to make a difference?'
"Hey, you two!"
Harry and Ron both looked up at the sound of George's voice. He was making his way through the crowd of customers, his tray of pasties held high. Harry watched as he completely ignored the three people trying to reach for a free sample.
"Have you seen who's over there?" he said as he reached them. He nodded towards one of the far tables and Harry and Ron turned for a look.
Narcissa Malfoy and her son, Draco, were sat at a small table in the corner. They each had a plate of food in front of them - paid for, Harry noted, as lasagne definitely wasn't one of the free samples on offer. Narcissa looked as rigid as ever, sat straight-backed in the chair, her blonde hair held back in a tight bun. She had on robes of deepest blue and looked slightly uncomfortably at the amount of people in her vicinity. Draco, whom Ron and Harry had seen at work from time to time, was just as pale and pointy as ever. His hair had grown enough so that he could tie it back in a short ponytail.
"What are they doing here?" Ron asked angrily, his ears going bright red. "Probably trying to cause trouble, no doubt."
"Actually," said George, quietly, "they were invited."
Harry frowned as George confirmed what he had been thinking. They were here as Andromeda's guests.
He hadn't brought up the Malfoys with Andromeda since their argument about them a couple of months ago; he hadn't asked how things had gone with her visit or whether she would be seeing them again. It was childish of him, yes, he knew that, but after everything the Malfoys had done, after everything they had put him and his friends through, he really didn't have the energy it would undoubtedly take to support such a friendship with them. He'd already done his part - he'd helped keep Narcissa and Draco out of prison and had lowered Lucius's sentence. He wouldn't do anymore.
"Gits," Ron grumbled. "Look at them, sitting there, eating our food…"
As if they'd heard, or as if they'd sensed the stares of Harry, Ron, and George, the two Malfoys looked up. Narcissa's cheeks were rosy with pink blusher which made the rest of her skin look even more pale by contrast; her expression was blank as her eyes met Harry's but Draco, however, got to his feet and smirked.
Ron's hand automatically went for his wand and Harry had to grab his wrist.
"What's going on?" came Ginny's voice from behind them. She didn't need an answer, though, as she followed their gazes.
"Weasleys," Draco said, in way of greeting, his eyes alight, "Potter." He looked at each of them in turn, that familiar nasty smile playing about his thin lips. "It was so kind of dear Aunt Andromeda to invite us today," he drawled. "She's so thoughtful, isn't she? And that Teddy Lupin - "
"You stay away from him!" Harry warned, his own hand now twitching for his wand.
Draco grinned at him in that superior way that only a Malfoy could manage.
"I'm a blood relative, Potter. Who are you?"
"I'm his godfather," he growled. "And if you so much as look at him the wrong way, I swear there won't be any blood left in your body!"
Draco said nothing, just continued to smile. Harry longed to curse the lips from his face and it was a struggle for him to remember where he was and what he was meant to be doing. Eventually, after a moment or two, Draco sauntered back over to his mother.
"He's just winding you up, Harry," said Ginny. "He's doing it because he knows he can get a rise out of you. Just ignore him."
"Yeah," said George. "He wouldn't dare do anything to Teddy. He's just messing you around." He patted Harry on the back and, with a last look of loathing at the Malfoys, made his way back through the crowd. Ginny followed him.
"Well," said Ron in disgust, "at least if Snape shows up he'll have someone to talk to. Jolly little Death Eater reunion." And he, too, headed back across the shop.
Harry, who would normally have taken offence at the Death Eater jibe directed at Severus, suddenly had a whole other problem to deal with. He'd completely forgotten that Snape was supposed to be coming.
Malfoys quite forgotten, Harry placed his almost-empty tray down on the serving counter and made his way through to the back of the café on the pretence of getting more champagne. Once in the stock room, he sighed and stood with his back against the wall, peace and quiet at last and alone with his thoughts.
He and Severus hadn't seen each other since last week when Harry had stayed over and the Dumbledores had had their say. He'd kept that little conversation to himself, of course, but their words had haunted him for days. They were right, Harry knew, to be concerned about his relationship with Severus, but he'd been hurt by their accusations that he was doing this on purpose. Hurting Severus was the last thing he wanted and he knew he should end whatever this was between them before things started to turn serious, but…
…but what was serious? He cared deeply for Snape. He wanted him to be happy, to enjoy life as he'd never been able to before - he deserved that more than anyone. And, well, wasn't it clear that being with Harry was what made him happy?
Any anyway, what if things were already serious? After all, Kendra Dumbledore had said that Severus loved him. Harry wasn't so sure, though - he highly doubted that Snape would let himself fall in love with someone so inappropriate. But still…
Harry wasn't sure of his own feelings. He knew he'd discovered something new and exciting with Severus, this whole other side he hadn't even been aware of until their lips had touched. He was happy, and happiness wasn't the sort of thing people tended to put a stop to.
One thing he wasn't in any doubt about, however, was that they both greatly enjoyed the physical aspects of their relationship.
Take last week, for instance. Severus had taken such pleasure in teasing Harry with the pornographic film and Harry had very quickly overcome his embarrassment of sharing such a thing with another person. There was something hugely erotic about watching another man becoming hard, knowing that they were just as turned on as you were, knowing you were being turned on by the same thing. And then when Snape had wrapped his hand around Harry's cock, and Harry had wrapped his own around Snape's…
Harry blushed at the memory and adjusted his apron.
He remembered the first time he'd ever seen pornography. It had been after the war, so probably a little later than everyone else, not that he cared much - the idea of it had never seriously entered his mind other than a passing wonder. By the time he'd finished school the most he'd done with Ginny was heavy kissing and a bit of groping over the clothes. He'd had orgasms, of course, but only by his own hand. He and Ginny had never gone that far whilst at Hogwarts.
So after things had settled down, Ginny had gone back to school with Hermione, and Ron had started work at the joke shop with George, leaving Harry, when he wasn't at the Ministry, alone at Grimmauld Place. Still trying to avoid his "adoring fans" and, with nothing but work to occupy his time, he'd made the difficult decision of sorting through Sirius's things.
It had been extremely painful at first, everything reminding him of the time his godfather had been locked in the house with nothing and no one. Then, gradually, it had become interesting, going through old school books and notes, finding pranks and photographs, all the things that reminded him of the fun Sirius had had in his youth.
Then he'd found a box. It had been stashed under the bed, right up against the wall, covered in dust. He'd easily managed to break through the old locking charm and had been slightly confused when he'd found stacks and stacks of magazines. His confusion had disappeared once he'd turned them over. Porn magazines. Girls, girls, girls, all naked, and, flicking through the pages, all in revealing (and slightly degrading, he thought) positions.
He'd been mesmerized. He'd seen the odd picture or two back in the dormitory at Hogwarts but he'd never stopped and stared, had never really been that overly curious.
He'd grown hard, of course, looking through all the moving pictures, but he'd managed to ignore the desire they'd stirred in him and a cold shower had been a blessing. The thought of masturbating to the same things that Sirius had once enjoyed had seemed…wrong.
But the images had refused to leave his mind. Day after day he'd thought of them, day after day he'd wanted to look and enjoy. He was young and horny and the pictures had completely fascinated him, so eventually he'd come up with the idea of buying his own.
It had been a simple enough task, just a few spells here and there to change his appearance. He'd ventured out into the muggle world, had found an adult shop in one of the back streets of London, and had brought home a bag full of magazines and DVD's.
After he'd finished enjoying each of them he'd felt silly, really dirty and perverted, but that feeling had always vanished the moment he'd started on the next one. It was only natural, he'd reasoned with himself, to be interested in naked women and sex, especially at his age, and he was pretty sure that everyone did it, though he knew he'd never tell a soul about it, not even Ginny. Ginny would tell him it was disgusting to watch other people.
But Severus had watched it with him. Severus had known Harry had watched porn because he, too, enjoyed it. He had even turned it into a game, to see which of them could hold off from coming the longest (which, of course, Harry had lost.)
Harry smiled and brought himself back to the present. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about Snape, not in that context. He stood on tiptoe and reached up on the shelf for a fresh bottle of champagne, but as he did his groin brushed against the top of the table leg. Shivers went through his body and he froze. He was hard.
He let go of the champagne. He glanced at the door and then looked at the wooden table. It would be humiliating and stupid, and it was probably the alcohol in his system that was egging him on, yet the temptation to just rub against the table was so strong right now that it was difficult to ignore. It would be so easy. No one would know, and it would feel so good. He glanced again at the door.
Slowly, gently, he bent his knees slightly and pressed his hips to the table leg. He felt himself blush with embarrassment at what he was doing, but he let out a groan all the same. Adjusting his position slightly, he snaked a hand between himself and the table and cupped his balls. He squeezed and pushed forwards against the hard surface.
The door opened and Harry jumped up, knocking his knee sharply against the table, stumbling round and blushing furiously. His heart felt like it was about to punch a hole though his chest and he steadied himself, staring at the figure in the door.
"Snape?" He felt relief course through him, extremely thankful that it hadn't been anyone else.
But then he noticed that Snape was smirking.
"Were you just - ?" he started to say in that voice.
"No!" Harry said quickly.
Severus's eyes lit up.
"You were," he purred, and before Harry could think of a reason to excuse his behaviour, before he could even draw breath, Severus was on him. He pushed Harry hard into the table and Harry gasped as the harsh wooden edge dug painfully into the small of his back, but moments later he didn't care; any pain he felt was forgotten as Severus's hands disappeared underneath Harry's apron. His long fingers flicked open the buttons of his jeans, his fly was unzipped - he had only a few seconds to grasp the table behind him and steady himself before Severus had hold of his cock.
Harry moaned loudly as the hand began to pump up and down urgently. His face fell onto Severus's shoulder, his breath coming in heavy pants. Heat pooled in his belly, lighting a fire, and he bit the collar of Severus's robes to stop from shouting out.
"On the table," Snape said in that deep voice of his that sent pleasure through Harry's body. That voice didn't need to tell him twice - he rather suspected he'd do anything that voice ordered; he fumbled behind him, got a good grip on the table, and heaved himself up to sit on the edge, his cock bouncing. He reached a hand up and pulled Severus's mouth to his own and Severus kissed him back just as hungrily, just as frantically, as ever.
Snape's rough hand continued to stroke him and Harry felt like he was on fire, his whole world suddenly condensed and focused entirely on his cock. He leaned back on his hand, the other still lost in Snape's hair, and he thrust his hip upwards, once, twice, crying out in frustration, needing more. His lips left Snape's and he pulled himself up, sinking his teeth into Snape's clothed shoulder.
"Please," he gasped through heavy pants, "Please…I'm nearly…I'm going to…not on the apron."
He thought he heard Snape laugh but then Snape lowered his head to Harry's lap so quickly that any thoughts of laughter vanished instantly from his mind. He cried out, then shoved his fist in his mouth, stifling any sound Severus was forcing him to make. His hips pumped wildly into the engulfing heat and with a muffled shout he came, little lights flashing behind his eyes as he screwed them tight shut, thrusting all the way through his orgasm until he was completely spent.
His hand dropped away from his mouth and he fell forwards, feeling boneless. He wrapped himself around Snape as he tried to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware of the man jerking himself off and he managed to turn his head just in time to see Snape's face contort with pleasure. He smiled tiredly and kissed any part of Snape he could reach, his shoulder, the side of his neck, his flushed cheek. After a few silent moments, Snape turned his head and captured Harry's lips in his own, kissing him softly.
And Harry never wanted to move.
A/N: The scene at the end has been edited (very slightly...words and descriptions here and there) so, as usual, the unedited can be found at the link in my profile. I know I don't have to edit but I'd rather be on the safe side since, as I've said before, I know people who have been deleted for it.
Thanks again for waiting! I hope you're still enjoying it. More will come soon, I promise.