Changed the rating as I think dreaming about sexual things is a bit too far for T. Hope it doesn't put anyone off, you can of course skip that paragraph it's not very long and will not really affect your reading.

Hope you enjoy guys.

Chapter 3

Harry and Severus stood with their hands linked and their eyes darting about madly, hoping not to connect with the others. Albus Dumbledore rattled through the ceremony with a practiced fluency as the guests almost squirmed in their seats with the awkwardness of the situation. Their hands were slippery with sweat but Severus' long fingers linked over Harry's knuckles and held tight to prevent them falling out of each other hands.

"Severus Tobias Snape, do you take Harry James Potter to be your bonded partner for life?" said Dumbledore.

"I do."

"And you, Harry James Potter, do you take Severus Tobias Snape to be your bonded partner for life?"

"I do," mumbled Harry, his face pointing to the floor.

"Well, you may kiss your bonded Severus."

Severus swept in and pressed a soft kiss to Harry's left cheek, leaving Harry silently shocked as he had expected Snape to ignore this part of the ceremony.

Less than half an hour after the wedding Severus took leave from the gathering at the end and went back into his dungeons. He was unsure of his position at the party and knew he would not be missed. He tried to work on his marking but his mind could not rest. He couldn't help but think about the light dusting in pink on Harry's cheek after the kiss he had pressed into his angel soft cheek or the way his emerald eyes sparkled in the light. In all honesty Harry was the most beautiful man he had ever seen but he was also one of the most obnoxious (not the most, he was after all good friends with Lucius Malfoy) and immature people he had ever met. Severus sighed as he thought it was always the pretty ones who did not have two brain cells to rub together.

Severus was roused from his thoughts by a sharp tap on the door. He rose, recognising the knock instantly, and greeted Albus Dumbledore with a "Sit Albus, I'll make some tea."

"Severus, I'm not staying. Just thought I would bring Harry here for the night."

"Harry?!"

"Yes, he will be sleeping here. He is of course your husband now Severus."

"Yes...right."

"Well goodnight boys," smiled Dumbledore taking his leave.

Harry stood, looking rather like a child in a department store who had lost his mummy. Severus was seconds away from grabbing the child's hand but resisted just in time. He entered his kitchen and made some tea, putting a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar on a tray before setting it on the table and inviting Harry to sit. He could not help but hate the abnormality of it all. True Severus had not been expecting to get married but he definitely did not think it would be like this if he did. The tense atmosphere hung over them like a cloak and both were smothered in the horrible realisation that they did not want this.

"I only have one bed," said Severus quietly.

"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" asked Harry.

"No, you will take the bed and I will sleep on the couch."

"Its fine, Professor. It's your bed."

"You shall sleep in my bed Mr Potter."

Harry just nodded shyly knowing that Snape had won this argument.

"I think it's time to go to bed," said Severus suddenly standing up. "Do you have your clothes with you?"

Harry nodded, taking his shrunken luggage out of his back pocket.

"I'm going to bed, goodnight Mr Potter," said Severus.

"Night, sir."

Harry took his clothes and got dressed hurriedly. He slid beneath the silk covers and snuggled into the soft pillows under his head. As the events of the past day drifted over his mind his head became drowsy.

Harry lay on Snape's bed, feeling the weight of another person on top of him. The rubbed together sinfully and Harry groaned deeply into the other person's shoulder. As he panted and sweated, he grabbed a quick hold of his bed partner's long black hair and pushed their mouths together. Moaning together their movements became frantic when suddenly…

"Mr Potter! It's half ten, get up!"

Harry opened his eyes and was about to yell at Ron for waking him when he realised he was not in the dorm and he was not in his own bed. Harry blushed due to the horrible thought that he had just had such a wonderful dream in the place where the Greasy Git may have had similar thoughts. Harry pulled on his clothes hurriedly and went into the kitchenette to join his husband.

"Toast?"

"Please," Harry said shyly.

Nothing much was said over the breakfast table, both hopelessly reaching for something to say but finding nothing the other would find of much interest. It was Saturday so it wasn't as though they had classes to rush of for, they had all day. To relish the awkward silence they couldn't seem to shake.

"I think you should call me Severus. While we are alone at least."

"Erm ok. I guess you should call me Harry then."

Severus nodded and Harry blushed. He does seem to find embarrassment at the silliest things thought Severus to himself as Harry buried his head into his breakfast plate. It was an attribute he found rather attractive as people too full of them annoyed Severus. This new shy Harry contradicted heavily with the Harry Severus thought he knew but it was something accepted quickly. The slightest thing that would make their relationship more bearable was welcomed brightly by Severus Snape. Or rather, Severus Potter-Snape.

They spent their afternoon marking and doing homework, feeling the atmosphere gently disappear until they were almost comfortable in each other's company. Harry began to enjoy the silence; he never normally had any quiet when doing homework. Usually Hermione and Ron were arguing about something or someone was having a loud joke in the common room and it was virtually impossible to concentrate, but here it was an oasis. Harry sighed, almost daring to feel content in his strange new surroundings.

"Severus? Harry?" The familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore rung through the room.

"Yes?" Severus replied. "We are here."

"I think its best you both come to the Hospital Wing at once."

Harry stood, his mind on alert and raced to the door with Severus right behind him. They charged to the infirmary, heart beats racing as both of them frantically ran over the possibilities of what could be so urgent.

"Harry!" Hermione called frantically.

Harry turned his head to face her and saw the flash of vibrant red hair on the bed next to her. His heart stopped and his head became heavy as he drunk in the sight of his best friend. Ron's face was tinged blue and his skin was drawn of all colour. It was as though he was dead but the beeping of the magical heart monitor next to him prevented Harry's worst fears.

"Ron," he whispered gently as he took the seat next to Hermione. "What happened?"

"It was a bite, from a snake."

"A snake?"

Dun dun DUN!

Hehe, sorry for leaving it there but hey, what's fiction without a few cliff hangers right?

Any pointers would be fabulous as I wrote this about twelve at night when I was really tired after being about all day.

Thankies.

Sarawr