Chapter 11

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Lucius Malfoy's funeral was mostly awkward for him considering that he had been hired by the man to have sex with with one of his closest friends. He somehow felt that there was a target on his back or at least a sign that read: 'HEY I HAVE SEX FOR MONEY' in big, bold letters. Draco was on his mother's arm the entire time and having to deal with sobbing older relatives, but it was nice to see him out of bed and functioning, something that couldn't be said for the past few days. He knew that Draco was in the midst of mourning but it was slight unnerving to see him holed away in his room, only getting out of bed to go to the loo. While Draco was consoling relatives, Severus was busy having conversations that went right over his head with old colleagues. He had tried to participate with the first couple of conversations that were struck up and he had dropped out. Now he was just sort of sitting off to the side on his own before he gave up and went outside to have a cigarette.

He hadn't been gone for more than 10 minutes when Severus came to find him. The man really didn't say anything at first, but instead took his hand in his own and just held it. He was very aware of the fact that when he left the room that Severus almost immediately noticed that he had gone and would come and find him. He thought it was cute and he liked that Severus felt this sense that he needed to be within his sight. He liked the fact that despite the fact that he was an escort and had sex with men on an almost daily basis that Severus still slept in the guest room instead of with him. Their relationship was odd to him in the sense that he'd never been into anything like this before, but he liked what they shared.

"I have to go home tonight. I haven't been in days and I need to get clothes, after all I did borrow this suit from Draco. And well it is home and I would like to spend some time there," Harry spouted out.

"I like it when you stay, the house actually feels like someone is living in it," Severus replied rubbing his thumb over the back of Harry's hand.

"Maybe you could come and stay a night or two at mine, yeah?"

"Perhaps, or you could just bring some of your things along or all of them and move in with me permanently," Severus said cautiously.

"How positively domestic of you two," Draco feigned gagging behind them.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry laughed; it was nice to see some humor come out of Draco, he had been unnaturally quiet and if that shell was starting to break Harry was more than ready to embrace it. "There's something you need to do before I agree to move in with you."

"Oh no don't make him meet the weasels," Draco groaned at him.

"An ultimatum?" Severus asked him skeptically.

"Well, I don't have a family in the traditional sense, but I do have a family of sorts, and I haven't told them about you yet," Harry explained. "I know when I do tell them that they will insist on meeting you."

"I believe that we can come to an agreement of some nature," Severus agreed quickly.

"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Despite making plans with Severus to move in, Harry still went home to his flat in Camden. He had to break the news that he had been seeing someone for the past few months and how he had been asked to move in. also, he had to explain why he had failed to tell them before now. He hoped that they would be understanding as to why he hadn't said anything sooner. After all he was a serial monogamist and dating for Harry never been his strong suit. His job made it complicated and having to tell anyone that you're an escort made things even harder. Not to mention he wasn't that great of a boyfriend the few times that he had been in a semi serious relationship he was never committed as the other person. He could be the ideal boyfriend for the right price and for a few hours of the day or the night to one lucky client. That was the problem though he was paid to do what they wanted and it wasn't even about him in that scenario, he was there to please them. It also didn't come with any of the baggage that a normal relationship had.

He worried about telling the Weasleys for more than one reason, but he was most afraid of the obvious age difference. It didn't matter to him that Severus was older, but most people had an obvious distaste for such things. He also knew that if any of the Weasleys would have an issue it would be Ron. He could be pretty petulant when he wanted to be and they had, had their share of petty little fights throughout their friendship. In the end they always seemed to pull it together and resolve their issues, but he didn't want to have to chose between Ron and Severus because he knew it would be Severus every time. He wasn't going to let Ron stop him from loving someone just because he didn't agree with the circumstances. Another thing that might be of issue with Ron would be the fact that Severus happened to be Draco's godfather, the one person that Ron hated more than anyone else. He knew that more than likely Hermione and the rest of the family would probably be accepting and pleased that he had found someone that he liked well enough to loving him to meet him.

The plan was that he was going to visit on his own and hopefully break the news to the Weasleys. The only problem was the he wasn't that sure of when Ron and Hermione would be home again and he didn't want to wait until summer holidays. He would either have to take the train to Glasgow or do it over the phone. He was nervous to 'bring Severus home to the family' so to speak. He would never know if Severus was nervous because the man had built up such a façade to keep his emotions in check. It was very hard to read anything about the man from just looking at him and he felt that, that was something that most people mistook as him just not being a very warm person. He hoped that his friend and family didn't take that first impression and run with it. It wouldn't matter in the end but he did find it to be very important that they want to accept him.

He went to bed not long after coming home, he was tired and found his apartment to be more empty than normal. He was used to spending his evenings with Draco or Severus, and now his apartment felt very hollow. He laid in the center of his bed, unable to sleep for what felt like hours, but when he checked the clock less than an hour had passed. Frustrated, Harry rolled over and climbed out of bed. He padded into the bathroom and hoped that a warm shower would help him get off to sleep, but when he got out he wasn't anymore tired. He took his contacts out and slipped on his glasses. He preferred the glasses if he was honest, but escorting sort of necessitated the contacts, after all everything had to be perfect. Sighing loudly to his reflection in the mirror, he decided to give up and went into his room and grabbed an old backpack.

He hurriedly threw some clothes in the bag along with his computer. He went into the bathroom and grabbed what he would need. Then he pulled on his trainers and grabbed his wallet and keys. When he finally got out the door the clock on his phone said it was half past one in the morning. He went down the stairs and out on the street to find a cab. He finally hailed on around 10 minutes later, and was on his way to Belgravia. He was a bit nervous about just up at Severus' house in the middle of the night, especially after he had been so adamant that he should go home. He almost stopped the driver at least twice before he finally got to Severus' house, he didn't even know why he was that nervous, he felt stupid.

When the cab came to a stop he got out of the cab and paid the driver before lighting a cigarette, more out of habit than anything else. He stood on the pavement in front of the house taking in the view. He noticed that the light was on in Severus' room and was glowing behind the dark curtains that kept prying eyes out. Almost as if the man were expecting him the front door pulled open and the silhouette of Severus was standing in the doorway. He grinned slightly and before tossing his cigarette aside and running up the steps to meet him.

"How did you know?" Harry smiled up at him.

"Know what?" Severus played off as if he didn't know.

"Nothing," Harry said pushing himself up on his tiptoes in order to kiss him.

Harry woke up late the next morning and rolled out of bed and straight into the bathroom for a shower. He was planning on going to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley that afternoon to tell them that he had been seeing someone and then he was going to call Ron and Hermione after that in order to tell them. He was a bit nervous, but nervous was normal when it came to something like this, well at least he was fairly certain it was. To be so confident in his body and himself was foreign to him when it came to being with Severus, it was like he had started to second guess everything about himself. It was just that he wanted to be the best version of himself for the man. Cutting off the water and grabbing the towel he padded back into the bedroom and sifted through the clothes he had brought with him. He dressed quickly and slid his glasses on and went down the stairs to find Severus.

"Mornin," Harry yawned as he came into the kitchen to poor himself a bowl of cereal.

"Afternoon," Severus replied quietly without looking up from his paper.

"Did I really sleep that late?" Harry shrugged putting the milk away.

"Indeed," Severus mused.

"I'm going to see the Weasleys today," Harry said in between bites of cereal.

"Shall I take you?" Severus asked finally looking up at him.

"Nah, it'll be quicker if I take the train, then catch the bus out to Surrey."

"If you're certain," he replied folding the paper in half and sitting it aside.

"Yeah, it's not trouble, I do it all the time," he shrugged. "I'm going to go over in a bit so that maybe I can be back before dinnertime."

"No need to rush. I am certain they will invite you to dinner, no need to be rude on my account."

Harry decided that Mrs. Weasley's chances of keeping him for dinner was high so he would head over there later than he planned in order to spend more time with Severus. The two spent most of the day indoors but Harry did manage to drag Severus out to a small café for lunch and a walk afterwards. He liked walked through London with Severus, he wasn't so sure that Severus liked the idiots that seemed to make themselves known everywhere they went, but he liked the fact that the man came along anyway. The best part was that there really wasn't any competition for the sidewalks because one look from Severus sent people out of their way to avoid him. One man even went so far as to cross the street before they met him which sent Harry into a fit of giggles. Severus didn't find it so amusing or at least not openly and only arched his eyebrow at Harry's reaction to it all.

When Severus finally managed to steer them in the direction that led back to the house it was nearly time for Harry to leave. He popped up the stairs and grabbed his phone and made sure he had his wallet. He mentioned that he was going to pop his contacts in but decided against it when Severus said in passing how he preferred the glasses on him. He was quite pleased that the man had let that little preference slip and he wished that he would let more things slip out as well. It was hard to do things for someone who was as locked up as Severus was. When he came down the stairs Severus had offered to have his driver take him to the station but he shrugged him off and told him it wasn't that far and he did have two working legs.

"You are certain that you do not want to be driven?" He asked as he and Harry stood in the doorway.

"Nope, it'll be find, I'll walk. I've gotta go," Harry said placing a kiss on the man's lips.

"If you are certain, be careful," Severus said more seriously.

"I will, gotta go, love you," Harry said and almost stopped in his tracks but ran down the steps and didn't dare glance over his shoulder.

He couldn't believe that he had let that slip, and even worse he didn't stick around he ran off. He said he loved him then ran off that was just great. He knew that he'd have to face the music when he got back but a part of him, deep down, felt some sort of relief for having said it. He had been holding it in for quite a while now and now that it was out Severus either loved him or he didn't. He didn't mind because sometimes people don't fall for each other at the same time, but now that he had said it, it sort of became concrete. He hurried off in the direction of the tube to catch his train and pushed all the worry out of his head. Hey, maybe Severus hadn't even heard what he said, who was he kidding of course the most observant man in London had noticed what he had said.

(A/N: Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it, sorry if it's a bit all over the place. I wanted to get this up because it had been quite awhile since I'd updated. Hopefully soon there will be a bit of action between the two of them haha. Thanks for all the lovely reviews.)