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Note: Thanks for the reviews. Sorry for the lack of updates but a lot has happened to me during the summer. My grandfather died and my uni term started again. I have been extremely busy and not in the mood to write. Hopefully that will change. Let's begin. The pub in here isn't real; at least I don't think so
Anguish, deep pain was rolling over him in waves and Severus tried to snap out of it.
He shook his head irritably, sending his dark hair flying. His black eyes were trained on the grave that had suddenly sprung up. There was no other word for it. Who had consented that Black was to be buried here?
He does not deserve a heroes' burial or a place of honour next to Lily and James Potter. If he had only done his job and become Secret Keeper then they would still be alive and I….I would not be here with Harry. I would not have married Harry; in fact, I might not have been here at all...
That thought sobered Severus up and slowly he approached Harry. Right now his rage against Black wouldn't do him any good. He may hate the man but he was dead. It was no use to dwell on the past. It had made him bitter before, he could not let that happen now. Especially when he had been given a second chance.
Harry was staring at Black's tomb and Severus stood still for a moment to focus on the bond.
Raw pain was making him wince. It was a hot swirling mess that made Severus choke as guilt rose. It made him check in his own rage and focus on Harry.
"Come." He said, laying a careful hand on Harry's shoulder. His husband was sitting on his knees, staring at the tomb. The green eyes were wide and Harry was shaking. Wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders he pulled him to his feet.
Harry didn't fight him but he didn't relax either as Severus pulled him to a bench that was standing in the middle of the graveyard. He sat down and pulled Harry down beside him. Looking around, he waved his wand to add a silencing spell and a notice me not spell. He didn't want them to be disturbed.
How do I go about this? What can I do to get Harry out of this mood? He is so silent and only because of the pain I can feel through the bond do I know how much he is hurting. He is in so much pain that it frightens me. I had no idea that Black's death did this to him. If this is what he has been going through during the summer before his sixth year, I cannot blame him for changing too much.
Everyone had noticed a change in Harry when he had returned for his sixth year. He had become quieter and tougher and not afraid to make the hard decision. The spark that had been there for the first few years and the easy grin that had slowly disappeared as the war raged around them had been gone. Severus understood why. Harry had protected himself by withdrawing from those he cared about.
Severus didn't know how long they sat there, but he merely focussed upon the bond he shared with Harry. He was attuned to every change in Harry's feelings and yet he still had no idea on how to shake Harry from the stupor he had fallen into.
Harry was still staring at the two gravestones. Severus knew Harry could not read what was on Black's gravestone and he had no desire to move closer to find out. He glanced back at Harry as Harry suddenly asked. "Can we go?"
"I thought you wanted to visit your parent's grave?"
"And we have been here and now we can go…"
"Harry, running will not accomplish anything!" Severus snapped. He knew it may not be the best way to get things done but he was not a patient or a nice man.
"I don't want to stay here, Severus! I don't want this…I…" Harry had gotten to his feet and with a quick tug at Harry's wrist, the young man sat back down again with a thump. Harry stared up at him for a long moment, unsure of what just happened. He blinked and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"I know that you do not want this but running away is not an option." He kept his voice low. Despite the charms they could still be overheard by muggles.
"And you have always dealt with your emotions or things that hurt you in a healthy manner?" Severus sneered. Harry's eyes were blazing with anger and it struck a spark in Severus.
"Do not make this about me, Potter! It is about you and your inability to deal with these things like an adult." He snarled right back.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I don't want to deal with this?" Harry's breathing hitched. Severus opened his mouth but immediately Harry hissed. "No, I am talking right now! I may not have dealt with things like an adult, well guess what; I wasn't an adult when Sirius died! I was 15 years old and I didn't know how to cope…hell, I still don't and a lot more people died in the mean time."
All the fight seemed to leave Harry and he collapsed back on the bench. He ran a hand through his face, nearly upsetting his glasses before messing up his hair even more. He didn't look at Severus but merely whispered. "I don't know how to grieve…I don't know how to deal with this."
"There is no correct way to grieve, Harry, everybody does so differently. But I will not have you walk away from it. During the war that was alright but not now. It will destroy you in the end and that is not healthy."
"Yeah and you know everything about that?" There was no sting behind the words, just weariness. Severus shook his head.
"No. I do not, Harry but then I have never professed I did. You assumed that about me. I do not care in what manner you wish to deal with his, by fighting with me or by screaming out your grief but you will deal with this, and is that understood?"
Annoyance followed so quickly by amusement and then affection that it made Severus blink.
He only had to glance at Harry to know he wasn't imagining it. Harry grinned at him. "Only you could tell me how to deal with my grief by fighting with you."
Severus allowed his smirk to show the flash of arousal as he said. "Well, consider this a lesson then because I have never quite gotten around to showing you how good make up sex can be."
Hp
Harry fully blamed Severus for the way his breathing hitched. How was it that he could laugh and joke one minute and feel so bloody miserable the next? He took a deep breath that actually hurt and glanced back at the two gravestones that stood before them.
He sobered right up at the sight of them. He had not been expecting this when he had come here today. He wasn't sure what he had expected but it hadn't been this. When he had been here during Christmas last year, for the first time ever, Sirius hadn't been here. Unless they hadn't noticed him but really, how could Harry or Hermione for that matter not notice something like that?
How come it still hurts this much? I thought I had dealt with this…he died years ago…I should be glad that he has found a final resting place, even when there isn't a body to bury and I saw for myself that he is happy up there, or wherever they are now. Sirius and Lupin looked happy but…
"Harry?" The deep voice was pitched low.
"Sorry, just lost in thought…I keep remembering the last time I saw him….He was there to walk me into the forest…he looked so carefree and happy…" Harry swallowed back a sniffle.
"Glad heaven is the one big playground that I always imagined it to be! But I am still curious how you actually managed to see spirits? I know that you have always had your head in the clouds but this is even a bit ridiculous for you. I would have heard of powerful wizards if it was common to see spirits." Severus' voice betrayed nothing but then again his lover was good at that.
"Is that offer for fighting with you still available?"
"If you want we can go straight to the makeup sex." Yet for some reason he wasn't in the mood. "Will that be the part then where you will scream at me how much you hate me?"
Harry shook his head as he rested his chin upon his knees. He was too weary to focus upon the bond and to try and figure out if Severus was merely joking with him or that he was actually propositioning him. He wouldn't put it past his husband to do so.
"I don't hate you, as you should very well know by now. I could threaten you with affection though if that would scare you." Even the teasing didn't do anything to bring him out of the gloom he found himself in.
He thought he had buried all the feelings regarding Sirius. He knew he had not dealt with it, with everything going on with the war he didn't have the time. Sirius had been the closest thing to a father figure. Harry could always go to him if there was something wrong.
"Did you know that Sirius asked me to come and live with him?" He asked, biting back another sob.
"When did he ask you that?"
"That night when I met him…"
"And you said yes of course? Has it ever occurred to you that it might have been a bit wrong to say yes to live with somebody that you just met?"
"And has it ever occurred to you that Sirius was the only one who offered me a home? He was my godfather, Severus. Perhaps it should show how desperate I was to get away from the Dursleys but then again nobody ever saw those signs." This time the anger did come and Harry rounded upon his husband.
"I did, Harry but by the time I mentioned them it was already too late. The damage had already been done and we could not erase those years from you."
"And yet you still didn't take me out of there!" Harry bit out.
"We tried! Do you think we didn't? I confronted Albus with my findings first but he refused to change his mind about sending you back there. Why did you think I contacted the Order? It wasn't for my benefit." Severus sneered.
Harry shrugged. It was difficult to focus beyond the painful realisation that somebody had buried Sirius here. Even when there was no body to bury somebody had gone through the trouble to create a place where people who remembered Sirius could visit and mourn him.
I'm the only one who will visit this place. There is nobody left who remembers him enough to come and visit this place.
That send another bolt of hurt through Harry's chest and he choked back a dry sob. He didn't know why it suddenly hit him so hard. He had years to come to terms with the grief concerning Sirius' death. Or perhaps it was suddenly that it hit him all at once.
He breathed out deeply, hoping not to give into the sobs. The gravestones were blurred and then an arm around his shoulder pulled him against a firm side. He didn't relax against Severus's warm body. He found that he couldn't. He was too wound up trying not to break out into sobs. He was sure that once he started he wouldn't be able to stop.
The first time I've somebody who doesn't care if I cry all over him and I can't let go. Am I so emotionally stunted that I can't even give into tears? I have been holding them back all my life and now I can't let go.
A hand stroked through his hair and then Severus whispered in his ear. "It is alright, let go, you are safe with me…"
Reassurance flowed across the bond and it made something inside Harry loosen. He bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out and he squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn't going to cry. He didn't care that the tears were stinging his eyes but he didn't care. He was stronger than that…..
"Let go, Harry, its okay." The smooth voice was making it harder for him to try and keep it together.
But why would I want to do that? I told Severus I would always be there for him, even while he may have been asleep during the time, he must have heard me. I wouldn't put it past him to fake sleep. But why is it so hard for me to understand that he would not return the favour? Why wouldn't he be there for me? That is part of being a husband and…
Disappointment was a bitter realisation for Harry but it took him a moment to realize it wasn't aimed at him. It was aimed at Severus. He was disappointed at himself…disappointed and hurt that he couldn't get Harry to confide in him. Severus believed it was another thing he had failed in.
It was the thing that pushed Harry over the edge. He could cope with himself but not if Severus was hurting because of him. It wasn't Severus' fault that Harry couldn't let go of the past and the pain. Tears rolled down his cheeks at the realisation.
Hands held him close, brushing tears away but it seemed like a dam was opened and Harry couldn't contain it anymore. He buried his head in Severus' shoulder, his own shaking with sobs. He simply gave in and allowed Severus to hold him as he finally cried for Sirius.
Hp
Severus rested his cheek against Harry's hair. His lover was shaking with sobs in his arms and Severus' heart was breaking along with the sound. He closed his own eyes, unsure of what he could say or do that would make Harry feel better.
He ran his hand through Harry's hair in a soothing rhythm that he knew Harry liked. It was past the time for Harry to cry and for a moment Severus wondered if Harry had ever cried.
Hurt was the most overwhelming feeling but underneath was a growing relief. It made Severus hope that they could come out of this relatively sane and unharmed. He could feel the guilt stabbing at Harry but he soothed his own emotions at the brat to let go and to allow himself to heal. Harry had held on for so long that he didn't deserve this.
Severus closed his eyes and simply held Harry. He wasn't sure if somebody had ever held Harry like this and allowed him to cry. Nobody had ever held him, he knew that much.
It was a wonder to him how he could hold Harry then and know what to do for his lover. How to make Harry feel better. They had only been together a few months but already Severus felt as though he knew Harry so well.
He trusts himself to be himself around you and nobody has ever done that before. He trusts you and he knows that he does not have to be afraid to let go when you are around. He is unguarded and that makes you unguarded in return.
He realized he didn't mind being unguarded as long as he had Harry there to protect him, which he knew he did. He held his husband close, allowing Harry to draw strength from him as his crying eased.
Weariness was making Severus tired but he knew from where it came. Harry was merely laying there with his head on Severus' chest, just resting and listening.
Severus adjusted his body slightly. He glanced around the cemetery. The charm he had cast had worked but then again the cemetery was deserted. Would it really have looked so out of place that somebody could grieve so in a place of the dead? Severus had no way of knowing. This was the one cemetery he frequently visited, if with frequently you mean more than once every five years.
Harry sat up slowly, glasses askew on his face and his eyes red. He sniffled and ran a hand over his face. Silently Severus handed him a handkerchief. Harry looked wretched. He summoned a glass of water and gave it to Harry. Harry's smile was small but it was there as he sipped gratefully.
"Thanks…for ….." Harry didn't finish the sentence but the gesture he made with his hands was enough to make Severus understand. He nodded and said.
"Don't mention it and I mean that. You know of the punishment if you are to breathe another word to anybody?" He raised a stern eyebrow. He smirked at the wave of arousal he felt as Harry looked away for a moment and then said.
"I will not breathe a word. I do not fancy having a sore arse..." Harry grimaced. Severus leaned in closer so he could steal a kiss as he answered.
"There are times when a sore arse can be a very fancy thing. I can think of a few occasions in our near future that you won't mind it at all." Harry was flushed and his eyes were slightly dilated. He never looked more delicious than he was doing now. Though there was that time in the shower or the bath when Harry had looked similarly delicious.
"Like now?" Severus was sure that he was staring at Harry. His husband laughed and then Severus said.
"I seem to make an impossible imp out of you yet, Mr. Potter-Snape. I cannot believe that you suggest that to me. But sadly I have to decline, while normally I would applaud the public notion of sex or the notion of sex in public, this is neither the time nor the place. And there are things that we need to talk about." He nodded at Harry. His husband knew what he was referring to.
"Do we have to? I mean, I cried and I may be far from okay but do we really have to go through this now…." Harry looked weary as he regarded Severus.
"Yes, Harry, we do. The grief and the pain are still fresh. Not talking is what made me bitter and I refuse to allow that to happen to you." Severus turned to face Harry fully. His husband looked so young sitting there and so soul weary. It made Severus' heart ache.
"I suppose you are right but just because you're older doesn't mean that you know better." Even the joke was weary.
"No, but I do know that I do not want you to make the same mistakes that I made. This is not only for your benefit, Harry but for mine as well. I could not stand knowing that you kept this inside when a simple talk would make it better or offer you relief in some way." Severus knew he sounded grave and he was therefore not prepared when Harry laughed and leaned against him.
His first instinct was anger but Harry shook with laughter as he glanced up at Severus and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "You know that if somebody told me years ago that I would have this particular conversation with you regarding Sirius, I would tell them that they are mad and yet here we are. Well, let's have at it then. I am not sure if I can take it if these days would become any stranger."
Wrapping an arm around Harry, Severus grumbled as he pulled his husband close. He knew that as his days were filled with Gryffindor's, strangeness came right alongside it.
Hp
Harry smiled up at Severus. His husband was scowling but Harry knew better than to try and be upset about that. He was already feeling upset enough as it was without being angry at Severus. He was grateful for his husband and that Severus was willing to put aside his hatred for Sirius to help Harry through his grief.
Perhaps things were finally changing for them both. He knew that Severus had changed. His husband was not so quick to anger, or perhaps Harry had found a way to get underneath Severus' skin without angering him.
Harry tried not to focus on the bond. He would be pulled into emotions that were not his own and he could not cope with that. At the moment his own emotions were too tangled and screwed up for him to focus beyond a painful haze.
Memories of Sirius falling were pressing on his mind and he rubbed at his temples. Normally they only came at night with the nightmares but this time he kept Sirius' face as he fell. It was something he would always carry with him. Sirius was the first one that meant so much to Harry that his death meant something.
He knew he must have been hurt when his parents had died but he had been so young that he could barely remember them. Whenever he thought of them the thing that hurt the most was that he had never known them or the life he could have had with them. Not that the life he had now was a bad one.
He had been happier than he ever thought possible. He truly loved his life and he was looking forward to the future. To travelling with Severus and to getting to know his husband. He had a real shot at happily ever after, even when it may not have seemed so at the beginning he was beginning to believe it now.
And with the new aspect of the bond between them, it was even better. He knew that Severus' emotions were genuine and that his husband could not lie to him. It could have easily gone so different but because it hadn't, he knew how much Severus had changed. And with that in mind, he focussed back on his husband and the conversation that would surely follow.
Severus was looking at him, the dark eyes hooded but focussed upon Harry.
"You know Sirius was the first person who offered me a home. He…he asked me to come and live with him, barely an hour after we met. I said yes…I didn't even have to think about that. I didn't know him. I didn't know what kind of man he was but I just knew that I needed to get away from the Dursleys so badly that I would have jumped at any chance to live someplace else. I even believe that if you had told me that I need to come and live with you during the summer for extra training, I would have bitched about it but I would have accepted it. Anything was better than where I used to live…"
Harry took a deep breath before he continued. "I never realized how fucked up that was. To me it seemed right. It kinda still does. I think that was the first time that Sirius began to mean something more to me than just the concept of my god father. He kept sending me letters when he was on the run just to remind me that I could always contact him, regardless of where he was. He came back for me. He was there the night Voldemort returned and then Dumbledore send him away. He was the first person who was ever there for me…"
"He was somebody you could trust in and who was going to be there for you…" Severus' face didn't betray anything but Harry shook his head.
"I'm not sure. I like to think he is and that is the reason I am overlooking Sirius' flaws. He loved me, I'm sure of that and he would have died for me, hell he did but I somehow think that he didn't always see me as Harry but as a continuing of the relationship he had with James. He once told me that it was a shame that I didn't have James' sense of adventure because we didn't want him to come out and meet us near Hogwarts…"
"Black's sense of reality was warped at best. He was a brave man and he would have gone through anything to protect you but he didn't always see the danger the way other people did. You cannot forget, Harry, that Black never matured. He fought in a war since he left Hogwarts and when his best friend was murdered he went mad with grief. Within a week he was incarcerated in Azkaban and he was left to rot there. Azkaban is a terrible place. It does things to a person's mind that cannot be explained…" Severus looked away, shadows on his face that spoke of a time when he had been there.
Harry waited a long moment as he rested a hand on his husband's thigh to allow him to come out of himself. Severus shook himself and then said, eyes haunted.
"It was no wonder that Black was nearly insane. Weaker people have succumbed to madness a long time ago and he was there for 12 years. We have no idea what that does to somebody. Black was never allowed to mature or to overcome his grief or his hatred. He may have been relatively sane and mature but in some aspects he was no older than you. And let us not forget the family he came from." Severus' tone betrayed nothing and Harry could not guess how his husband was feeling even with the bond.
"And yet despite all of this, Black was your godfather and on most occasions he acted like it. He fought for you, hard and he cared for you. I'm sure that if the circumstances were different he would have been able to care for you properly as it was his job. But he did the best under the circumstances."
Harry knew what it cost Severus to say those words. Severus despised Sirius, he knew he had hated him even more than he had hated Harry at one time but to hear those words made him nearly tear up all over again. He glanced up at Severus, too stunned to say anything or even to express thanks.
The other man appeared embarrassed and the sallow cheeks were tinted with pink as Severus snapped. "Really, crying because of my words?"
Harry shook his head. He wiped at his eyes but then thumbs brushed his tears away. "Not all tears are bad, Severus." He softly said. "I'm thankful for your words."
Severus nodded at him and then glanced away again. "This is not a conversation I am comfortable with, brat. I do not like Black, I doubt I ever will but I do know what he means to you. He was like a father to you, one of the only family members who actually cared enough to offer you a home. The relationship he had with you may not have been the textbook example of a godfather and godson relationship but he had more than any of us ever did and that includes Lupin." Severus' words were harsh whispers but they were enough for Harry.
He leaned into Severus, wrapping his arms around the man. Arms came up to cradle him as he whispered. "If you continue to act this way, all rational and all then you do realize that the chances of needing make up sex will be limited."
"Oh, don't worry, I will find a reason to pick a fight with you. There are plenty of things we can agree to disagree about." Severus' smirk made Harry roll his eyes as his husband said. "But we can always skip the fighting and go straight to the sex part. I'm agreeable to that."
"I'm sure you are." Harry laughed. He leaned his head against Severus' chest and contemplated the gravestones before him.
Here three people were buried that meant a lot to them and he loved them. They had shaped his life and without their sacrifices he wouldn't be here today. He would always remember them but he couldn't live in the past. Not when he had such a bright future ahead of him.
He glanced back at Severus. His husband was lost in thought, dark eyes unfocussed as he stared out into the distance. Harry had no idea of what he was thinking and he found that he didn't want to know. Whenever Severus was ready to tell him he would. Because he trusted Harry enough with his secrets, just as Harry trusted him in return.
Perhaps it was time to stop living in the past and focus upon the future. And Harry knew that as long as his future had Severus with in it, he would be fine and happy.
Hp
Severus was pulled from his thoughts as Harry rose from his seat. "What are you doing?" He asked as Harry touched the two gravestones.
"Saying goodbye." His husband merely said.
"We don't have to leave just yet, Harry, we have all the time in the world…"
"I know, Sev but I am done here. Come on; let's take a walk until we find a place suitable to talk about our future. I don't want to do it here, in a place that reminds us both of a past we'd rather leave behind."
Peace and determination were the main emotions in the bond and they made Severus pause. He searched Harry's eyes but his husband merely smiled at him and held out a hand for him to take.
Reaching up, Severus grasped Harry's hand firmly and said. "I know of an excellent pub in which we won't be disturbed." And wrapping an extra arm around Harry's waist, he Apparated them away.
He still had his arm around Harry as they landed in the grass on their feet in front of a small little pub. Harry's face was pressed into his shoulder and Severus held him tightly, aware of his husband's clumsy past when it came to Apparition and flooing.
"Where are we?"
"We are close to Diagon Alley. This is a muggle pub and it is only a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron." Harry glanced around the street. They had Apparated to an alley that was deserted. Bins littered the walls and rubbish was all over the place.
Beckoning Harry, Severus made for the street. The pub was called the Witches' Hat. Harry frowned at the sign before he glanced back at Severus.
"Yes, this is a pub that caters to our kind but it is not well known. We won't be disturbed here, especially with the Leaky Cauldron so close by." He opened the door and proceeded inside. He nodded at the witch behind the bar. She was a young woman with blond hair and a sweet smile.
She nodded back at them and went back to wiping the counter. Severus led Harry over to a table by the window. Harry smiled at him as he sat down opposite Severus.
"You know that this is the first time that you have taken me out. Some would call this a first date."
Looking up from the menu, Severus smirked. "Most people would not have been sharing a bed months before they would have a first date."
He went back to contemplating what he wanted to drink when Harry laughed and said. "Yeah but we aren't most people."
"Thank Merlin for that." The girl came up to him to take their order. Severus ordered a scotch for himself and for Harry a butter beer. "Now I believe that you wanted to discuss the future?"
"Yeah, I think it is time now that we have told pretty much everybody that is important to us that we are going away that we actually decided where we are going you know. Or at least settle in a general direction. It is at least good to talk about it." Harry waited until the waitress had left them alone again and then asked. "Is there any place in particular that you want to visit?"
His green eyes rose up to meet Severus' dark ones as Severus took a sip of his scotch. He relished the burn in the back of his throat and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. There were plenty of places he wanted to visit someday but now that he actually thought about it, nothing immediately stood out.
"There are always places that I want to visit, such as Rome and Paris but that is more because I want to show you the city and to see your reaction at their beauty. For myself, I have always been fascinated by other cultures and I would like to visit remote places, such as China or the Hidden City in Tibet…"
"The Hidden City, I do know of the Forbidden City but not of the Hidden City…" Harry's eyes were bright as he smiled. Severus felt his own lips quicken in a smile as he said.
"There are plenty of places that are unknown to Muggles. Places teeming with magic, such as the Hidden City in Tibet or whole neighbourhoods in ancient cities such as Rome or Paris. There are also places in South or Middle America or even North America, whole towns that are magical such as the famous town of Salem. There are a lot of magic places that you don't know about."
"I want to visit all those places." Harry sighed wistfully. Glancing around the deserted pub, Severus reached out to lay a hand on Harry's arm as he said.
"I will take you to all of them." Harry grinned up at him.
"Okay good, but we still haven't decided where we are going to start." Harry took another sip of his butter beer. Imagining the foam that could cling to the full lips of his lover made Severus think of other things. He shook his head sharply; sure that Harry could feel the flash of arousal.
Sure enough, Harry was blushing as he asked. "What are you thinking, Severus? You aren't thinking of travelling unless you imagine ways to have sex with me in a number of places…"
"No, I was thinking about something else entirely. But that needs further researching before we can do anything of that sort…" Harry raised an eyebrow in a poor imitation of Severus. Severus waited with a smirk for the obvious question but it didn't come as Harry said.
"I'm not sure I really want to know. Let's just continue with the subject at hand, shall we?"
"If you don't keep distracting me, I'm sure we can be fine."
"Distracting you? How so? I'm not doing anything else but drink my butter beer. How the hell can you get distracted from that? And you call me the teenager."
"Yes, well, I believe it is a sign of living with you for such a long time…" Severus took a long swallow of his scotch.
Amusement made him humph as Harry laughed silently oppositd him. He was glad that his husband was feeling a lot better. At least well enough to make fun of him.
It should probably bother him more than it did at the moment. He took another sip, relishing in the burn in the back of his throat. "Back to the subject at hand, Mr. Potter?"
"Very well, Severus, but you started it. Now will you finally tell me where you want us to go first?" Harry's grin was infectious and Severus finished his drink as he began.
"I intend to either take you to Paris or Rome first or stay there for a few days to enjoy the city…"
"Why not both?"
"Fine, both! Now will you let me finish? You can say where you want to go next?" He narrowed his eyes at his husband and Harry waved at him with the empty bottle. "Very well then, I will take you to Paris and Rome, after that I would like to visit the old countries such as Greece and Turkey and from there on make our way east towards Asia. There are no particular places that I wish to see but I'm sure I can think of a few when I am in the right mood."
He toyed with the empty glass in front of him. The waitress appeared as if summoned before him as she asked. "Can I get you anything else, sir?"
Her smile was flirtiest and aimed at him. Severus bit back a growl. Harry smiled back at her and said. "Two coffee please…And do you have anything for dessert." His minx's green eyes flew over at him at the word dessert and Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Certainly, sir. We have treacle tart. Or apple cake if that is what you want. Unless you want something sweet because then we have chocolate cake…" Severus narrowed his eyes at her but she continued to smile at him. If he didn't know better he would say that he was being flirted with.
"We will take the chocolate cake and two coffees…"
"I will be right back with that, sir." With a sway of her hips she disappeared as she smiled at him from over her shoulder. Severus startled when he felt Harry's foot on his thigh.
"Should I be jealous?" The green eyes narrowed behind Harry's glasses but the emotions that were spilling over the bond were amusement and surprise. Severus' head snapped up.
"Of course not." He snarled.
"Good, cause she looked ready to snog you senseless. " The foot in his lap inched its way towards his cock and Severus shifted in his chair. "And you know that I'm the only one who can snog you senseless."
"Perhaps if you do then this girl won't ogle your bits anymore..."
"Harry, she was hardly…" Severus bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything else as the waitress returned with coffee and the chocolate cake. Harry gave one of the plates back that she put down with a sweet smile and said.
"We will only need one."
Taking out a spoonful of chocolate Severus held it out for Harry to try. Harry's moan was soft but it fled straight to Severus' cock. Harry's foot pressed against it didn't help matter much either. He shot his husband a glare as he whispered, taking a sip of coffee.
"Be careful or I will drag you into that alley and have you for dessert…" Harry's eyes told him another story and he knew what his husband was thinking even without the arousal coming through the bond. Severus was very quick to ask the check, much to the confusion of the waitress.
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Harry groaned as he was pressed against Severus as his husband devoured his mouth with a skilful tongue. They barely made it to the alley and he pressed back against Severus, pulling the man's head down as he kissed him. Severus growled in the back of his throat and then suddenly hands lifted Harry's thighs as his back was pressed against the wall.
He hissed shortly and then he went back to kissing Severus. Severus growled against his throat as Harry went nearly wild with the sound vibrating deliciously against the skin. He moaned and then bucked his hips against the firm thigh against it. He couldn't wait until Severus was inside of him. It was happening too fast for that.
A firm thigh was pressed against his aching cock and Harry bucked against it. He tried to control the instinct and pulled away as he cupped Severus through his jeans. The older wizard gasped and leaned into his touch. His dark eyes were black as midnight as he locked them with Harry and said in a rich purr.
"Be prepared to see that through, brat... "
"Oh don't worry, I will." Harry purred right back. He added a little bit of pressure and was glad to see that Severus bucked right into his hand. He reached around to cup Severus' arse so he could bring their groins together. He groaned as he kissed his husband deeply and rocked their hips together, creating the necessary friction.
The arousal spiked up another notch as Severus failed to keep his gasp quiet. He liked the fact that Harry was so expressive and growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest and making Harry throw back his head in surrender.
Severus was quick to make use of the situation as he bit down on Harry's neck, nipping sharply. Harry gasped and arched his back, coming in a wave of white heat. Severus was staring down at him, one eyebrow raised. The dark eyes were dilated with arousal.
The bond was pulsing with need and Harry smiled up at his husband. He wasn't going to be selfish and he reached for Severus' belt.
The dark eyes widened slightly as Harry slipped his hands inside Severus' jeans. His husband leaned back against the wall, eyes on Harry as he swallowed thickly as Harry stroked his cock. He took it out carefully and glanced down at it, licking his lips as he gazed back up at Severus.
"Merlin, Harry, what are you doing to me?" The rich voice was a strangled whisper and Harry smiled. He knew what he was doing to Severus and he squeezed his husband's cock. He applied pressure, going out on a limb here but by the sounds Severus made he knew that he was on the correct path.
Severus closed his eyes as Harry moved his hand up and down. He hissed when a hand tangled in his hair and his head was pulled up to meet thin lips. The kiss was brutal and hard and Harry revelled in the possessiveness of the kiss.
Severus tensed against him as Harry increased the speed of his hand and with a cry of Harry's name, Severus came. Severus slumped back against the wall behind him. Wordlessly Harry vanished the evidence of their activities, breathing a little bit easier when the stickiness inside his own jeans disappeared.
He tucked Severus back in and leaned in for a kiss. "Now that is what I call the end to a great night." He whispered, yawning. The day was catching up on him and he leaned against Severus. A hand stroked his hair and then nodded at them.
"Then allow me to make it even better for you." And as Severus held out his hand for Harry to take, Harry merely smiled. He allowed his husband to Apparate them to Grimmauld Place where the night did end well when they both fell asleep in the bed, too weary to do anything else.
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"There are times when I wonder if your friends actually know the meaning of the word privacy?" Severus' voice was a low growl and it didn't ease any of Harry's irritation. It wasn't even Severus 'fault really.
They had been having a good morning, well actually a great morning. He had woken up to Severus kissing him lazily and by the feel of it only warming up to it before they were rudely interupted.
"Hey, it isn't my fault that Ron Apparates in." He told his husband.
"No, but I am holding you responsible for failing to teach Mr. Weasley that walking in on us is not acceptable. If we had stuck to my method and continued to do what we were doing we would have sent him away screaming."
"Severus, I'm not having sex in front of my best friend!" Harry grumbled as he pulled on his clothes. He tossed a glare towards Severus who was sitting up in bed, regarding Harry with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
"Besides, he said that there was something he wanted to show us."
"And it really couldn't wait till a decent time?"
"Why don't you get dressed and ask Ron yourself? I'll be downstairs."
"Oh no, you aren't going to go out looking like this." Blinking up at Severus, Harry was not prepared when his husband suddenly dived in and kissed him deeply, ruffling his hair and his shirt. Harry moaned into the kiss, a little bit breathless as Severus smirked and said. "There, now you are ready to meet Mr. Weasley."
Getting downstairs, Harry was sure that he could just imagine what Ron was thinking as his best friend gaped at him. "Bloody hell, mate, did you just have sex or do you just enjoy the fresh out of bed look?"
"Well I was about to before you interrupted us." Harry bit out with a pointed look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed or embarrassed; Harry wasn't sure as he looked away. "You know, Ron, a note wouldn't be remiss. Just to tell us you were coming."
"It would only be polite, Mr. Weasley. But just for the future, be aware of what I am capable of. I'm not above telling your mother that you barge in on people." Severus' threat was subtle and Ron swallowed thickly as the Potions Master pushed past him on the way to the coffee machine.
"Is he always like this?" Ron mouthed at Harry.
"Yeah, especially when he hasn't had any coffee yet. But get to the point, mate, why are you here?" Harry leaned on the table as he yawned.
"I'm taking you shopping. You guys need a new familiar and this is a good day as any. So yeah, let's go?" And as Harry met Severus' eyes across the room, he wondered, what kind of familiar were they going to pick?
I hope you liked it and that of course poses the question for you. What kind of familiar should Severus and Harry get? Review of course.
In the next chapter: Ron is determined that both Harry and Severus get a new familiar and as even asked a few old friends of their opinions. Can Severus control his temper when he is surprised by a lunch with Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Hagrid? And how will Harry keep his husband from getting annoyed and hexing anybody? That and more in: friends.