Chapter 20

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Harry was on his way to the Weasley's for dinner on his own. Severus had promised to come, but then some sort of business emergency had come up last night and the man had to fly out to Hong Kong last night. Harry didn't mind, and the man had promised to make it up to him, he just hoped that Mrs. Weasley wasn't going to be too disappointed. Severus had asked him to take her some flowers and wine from him and that he would come to dinner when he was home, ever the gentleman. Severus had even arranged for a car to come and collect him, which he had not been expecting when the driver had come to knock on his door.

Knowing that if Mrs. Weasley saw his arm that she would go into overbearing mother mode, he threw on a long sleeved button up to try to take any attention away from it. He had already decided to tell anyone who did ask that he had been moving the mirror and had tripped and hit it against the doorway. It wasn't exactly convincing, but he thought that it might be enough to quell any further questions. He also knew how bad he was going to feel when he got there and Mrs. Weasley had gone all out on a meal for meeting Severus when Severus had to take off last minute. Severus really did owe him after this, he smiled to himself.

Dinner wasn't all that bad, but he did find himself continually apologizing for Severus' absence. Mrs. Weasley loved the flowers and wine, and she bragged about what a lovely gesture it was the entire night. Mr. Weasley made jokes about how maybe Severus was just too nervous to meet the family, while Ginny shrugged apologetically at him after every joke. He knew the way to make this up to everyone, and he was going to hold Severus to his promise of bringing Ron and Hermione to London one weekend and then he would surprise the Weasley's with their visit. Mrs. Weasley would love it, and it would be the perfect way to make up for tonight. Tonight wasn't bad or anything but he just sort of felt really bad for saying he was bringing Severus, but mostly it was probably the fact that he missed Severus. He just felt that Severus should be here with him, and instead he was busy in Hong Kong.

When he got back into the car at the end of the night, he didn't want to go home. He didn't want to climb into an empty bed, in an empty house. Harry had become used to having Severus there with him every night, and this was the first time in a long time that he was going to bed without Severus.

The first thing that he saw when the house came into site was Draco standing on the steps waiting on him. When he got out of the car Draco grinned brightly and held up a bag of sweets for him to see. Draco had a spectacular sixth sense when it came to Harry and when he was in desperate need of cheering up. There had been times when Draco had come over and he was feeling a bit down and after he had left, there would always be some sort of candy bar being dropped through the mail slot. Draco knows, he always does. The only exception had been the night that he had taken off to Scotland after the argument with Severus, but a 99 percent success rate wasn't something that many others could possibly top.

"Rough night?" Draco asked as Harry unlocked the door to let them in.

"Not exactly," he shrugged. "I just wish that Sev could have been there."

"He'll be there next time," Draco smiled reassuringly.

"I know, I just miss him I guess," Harry shrugged again.

"Come on, you're not allowed to be sad! I've brought enough sugar to induce a coma and we are gonna dance it out and have a sleepover," the blonde said giving him a dazzling grin.

Draco sauntered across the room and turned the radio onto the first top 40 station that he could find, and then pulled Harry up off of the couch he had just thrown himself on. He had to admit that all of the dancing had made him feel better. Draco momentarily disappeared into the kitchen and came back hold up beers declaring that they should definitely keep their fluids up. Then came the tequila shots and the vodka and before long they were both completely shit faced. Some time after midnight Harry gave up on dancing and decided it was bedtime. He stumbled up the stairs and into the shower, leaving Draco downstairs to his own devices. When he came out of the shower he found Draco had decided that he was sleeping in his bed. The blonde hadn't even bothered to undress before getting into the bed. Harry sighed and dressed himself before deciding to kick Draco out of bed.

"Get out of me bed," he groaned pushing at Draco.

"It's not a proper sleepover if we don't sleep in the same room," Draco grinned sloppily.

"Then sleep in the bloody floor," Harry said throwing one of pillows at him.

"I'm much too delicate," Draco smiled.

"You're an arse," Harry groaned and threw himself back onto the bed.

The morning after was filled with regret on both of their parts. Harry woke up to a blinding headache and he could hear Draco in the bathroom spilling the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He hurried to shut the curtains and get pulled on a shirt before heading down the stairs. He found his sunglasses laying on the counter in the kitchen and groaned in relief as he slid them down over his eyes. Then came the fumble through the cabinets in a desperate search for some aspirin to stop the pounding in his head. Finally after fumbling through three different cabinets he found the bottle, and hurried to the sink for water to take them with. Moments later Draco stumbled into the kitchen looking even paler than usual, and Harry handed him the aspirin and water.

Despite, not exactly feeling up to it Harry decided the best way to cure their hangover was to cook a big fry up. So he sifted through the refrigerator pulling out sausage and bacon and eggs, basically the workings of a full English breakfast. Draco scowled at him as soon as the smell of the food started wafting through the kitchen and disappeared into the bathroom to throw up again. Harry practically had to force him to eat the food, reminding him that the grease would soak up the alcohol. Harry felt like a parent trying to get their uncooperative child to cooperate with him. Draco was a notoriously big git when he was hungover and Harry's only defense was to get him back to normal as quickly as possible.

After breakfast a very volatile Draco headed home to get ready for breakfast and Harry couldn't say that he was sorry to see the blonde go. The worst part of no longer having clients was finding away to fill the days. Before he would have a few clients a day and the time between was filled running errands or relaxing, but there was always something to look forward to as an escort. Now he didn't know what to do with himself, he felt like a knot on a log most of the time. He really needed to figure out something constructive to do with his time. After putting the dishes from breakfast into the sink he dressed and decided to go on a walk, rather than sit in the house alone.

On his walk he came across a coffee shop that he had never seen before and decided to wander in. After ordering his coffee, he sat at one of the tables near the bright window and watched as people hurried by in their morning commute. He had only been there for minutes when a blonde girl sat down across from him at the table. He couldn't figure out what she was doing, he looked around the mostly empty shop, and couldn't figure out why she had found it necessary to share his table. She was very odd looking, she had large, pink heart framed sunglasses on and long, almost white, blonde hair, and if he wasn't mistaken her earrings were tiny turnips. Most of her face was hidden behind some magazine that he had never heard of, and she was dressed in brightly colored attire. Neither of them said anything, he sat casting glances at him, and she sat with her nose in the magazine.

"Hello, Harry Potter," she finally said sitting aside the magazine, causing him to furrow his brow in confusion at how she possible knew his name.

"Do we know each other?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Oh, no," she smiled again. "How rude of me, I'm Luna Lovegood."

"Brilliant," he answered sarcastically. "How'd you know my name then?"

"My spirit guide told me," she smiled as if what she had just said was normal.

"Your what?" He asked taken aback.

"My spirit guide, his name is Mel and he knows everyone's names."

"Right…is that what you're reading about then?" Harry asked after a moment.

"Oh, yes," she smiled serenely. "My father runs a magazine paranormal creatures and such."

"Oh, right, that's interesting," he offered half heartedly.

"I must go, Harry Potter, but we will meet again," She smiled at him again.

"Oh um, goodbye Luna," he frowned.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter," and like that she was gone.

Harry was still reeling over the odd encounter when he noticed that she had left her magazine behind. He picked it up and examined the cover, it seemed to be called The Quibbler, and he had no idea what that meant. He thumbed through a few pages and noticed there were various crossword puzzles, and articles on strange creatures and sightings of them throughout various parts of the world. Harry wasn't sure if his encounter had been 100 percent real, or if he was just imagining, he would have sided with the part of him that threw it up to a hallucination if she hadn't left he strange magazine behind. He picked up the magazine and slid it into his bag and left the restaurant. He didn't know why he got on the train to make his way to Surrey but he was sure it had something to do with not wanting to sit home alone for the rest of the day. They really should invest in some sort of pet, a dog maybe. He'd have to run it by Severus and see how the man felt, he had a feeling it would definitely be something he would have to work on with him.

When Harry arrived at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was out front working on her flower beds, and she smiled brightly at the sight of him. She pulled him into a tight embrace and then insisted that he come inside and have some tea and biscuits. It seemed as though she was the only person home, and he was kind of thankful for that. He didn't really want to admit to the entire Weasley clan that the only reason that he had ventured into Surrey in the first place was because he was missing his boyfriend. That he didn't want to go home to an empty house, so he decided to ask Mrs. Weasley if she had any chores that needed doing.

Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed when he asked if she had any chores that she needed doing. She immediately set him to work in the small garden she was growing in the backyard. She asked if he he'd be a dear and weed it, and then water all of the plants, to which he happily obliged. When he had finished there she set him to work on cleaning out the shed in the backyard. He was very glad to be useful and the best part was that she made an excellent lunch, and insisted that he stay and eat.

"What's brought you out here dear?" She asked pouring him a cup of tea.

"I'm just lonely is all," he shrugged. "Severus is away and Ron and Hermione are away, and Draco had to work, and I didn't want to sit at home alone all day."

"Have you ever considered finding another job, dear?"

"I don't know what I want to do, I didn't even do my A levels," He shrugged again. "I'm meant to be doing a bit of modeling, maybe that will take off."

"You must let me see the photos when they're done!" Mrs. Weasley beamed.

"I'll make sure to send you copies," he smiled again.

"Don't fret dear, you're young, you're still figuring out how you want to start your life," She told him before he left.

He knew she was right, but it was sort of like everyone around him had everything figured out, and he was still treading water. The only thing he knew for sure was that whatever he did decide to do he wanted Severus to be at his side. Everything else paled in comparison to how he felt about Severus. He knew that eventually he would have to sort out his priorities and make a serious start, but for now he would just chalk that up to another day. At the moment he planned to go home and have a beer and wait until it was late enough for it to be a reasonable hour to call Severus in Hong Kong. Finding a career was going to be hard when the only thing he was good at was having sex for money, and now that he and Severus were in a monogamous relationship, he had given that up. He didn't mind giving it up, it was more about trying to figure out what else he could possibly be good at.

When Harry crawled into bed that night, a little tipsy, he tossed and turned until it was late enough to call Severus. A little after midnight he dug his phone out from under the pillow and dialed the man's number.

"Hello?" Severus asked amused.

"Good morning, I can't sleep," Harry yawned lazily.

"Why not?" Severus asked.

"I miss you," Harry sighed.

"I miss you too. Next time I want to bring you with me."

"You'd just be busy with work," Harry whined playfully.

"Maybe, but at night we could at least cuddle, besides a little culture might be good for you," Severus teased.

"Ha ha."

"I have to go, meeting soon," Severus said apologetically. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. Harry kept himself amused while Draco was at work and spent most of the days lazing about. He really did need to make more friends here in London, before he never had the time, and now that's all he seemed to have.

On the day before the Gala Draco brought over his tuxedo and insisted that he try it on, once again snapping a picture of tux, now that it was fitted, on Harry's phone. Harry was immediately suspicious of the entire thing, when Draco got a smirk on his lips, the kind of smirk that meant he had done something devious while in possession of the phone. He grabbed the phone from the blonde and nearly fainted at the text the git has sent to Severus and the ramifications that it would have. Draco had sent Severus the picture of Harry in the tux along with the words: will you marry me?

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" Harry said harshly. "Why would you send him that? He's going to think I'm a complete div now!"

"Oh, do shut up, it's a joke." "Yeah, you just sent a joke proposal to Severus Snape, the most serious man on the planet, this is going to blow up in my face," Harry groaned.

"Lighten up, if he says anything blame it on me," Draco smiled brightly and shrugged.

"You're such a git!" Harry declared as his phone went off and he immediately paled.

"Well, who is it from?" Draco demanded.

"Who do you think," Harry shot back.

"Well read it then," Draco persisted.

"There's nothing to read, it's just a winky face?" Harry confused and held the phone up for Draco to see.

"He's flirting with you!" Draco declared brightly.

"You're still a git," Harry sighed with relief.

Harry could hardly wait for Severus to come home the following morning, and to get to spend the night at the gala with him. He went to bed early in anticipation of going to meet Severus that morning at the airport. After tossing and turning for awhile he finally managed to slip off to sleep. A few hours after falling asleep he was rustled awake by something crawling into bed with him, and he shot straight up to find it was Severus. The man smiled lightly at him and Harry immediately shot to the man and placed a kiss on his lips and embraced him in the tightest hug that he could muster. It was a complete surprise, Severus had promised he'd be home early that morning, but instead had managed to find an earlier flight home, and had wanted to surprise him. He didn't know if should be happy or mad at the fact that he had resolved himself to having to wait it out until the morning.

"Surprise," Severus smiled once Harry finally released him.

"You should have told me!" Harry insisted.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Severus amused. "Were you surprised?" "Of course! You nearly scared me to death though.""What have you been doing with your time?" Severus asked curiously.

"Waiting on you," Harry smiled sheepishly before kissing the man again.

Harry and Severus were both ready to kill Draco by the time they were both dressed and ready to go. The blonde had insisted that everything was perfect, and kept tidying Harry's hair or straightening Severus' tux. The only thing that saved Draco from Severus going over the edge and throttling him was the knock on the door from the driver of the limo that Draco had ordered. Severus had insisted that hiring a car would be enough, but Draco wanted to be as flashy as possible and had canceled the car and ordered the limo instead. Harry had talked Severus into just going with it and insisted it wasn't worth the trouble.

Harry was slightly nervous as Severus introduced him to various colleagues and clients. They were all really enthusiastic about finally getting to meet him, and Harry smiled brightly at all of their compliments on how handsome he was. He wasn't certain, but he could have sworn he saw Severus' cheeks stain red at all of the compliments he was receiving and how some of his female colleagues seemed to be brave enough to tell him that he had indeed hooked a handsome one. Harry didn't mind all of the attention, it was more than likely the first time that Severus had bothered to bring anyone to introduce to the lot of them, and who could blame them for their surprise. Severus Snape reeked of eternal bachelorhood. It wasn't that Severus was unattractive, because Harry would immediately disagree with anyone who said otherwise, but it was more that he didn't partake in such frivolous things as love.

Meeting people for the first time was something that Harry was well used to at this point. You don't make a career out of being an escort without being well acquainted on how to deal with meeting strangers. The stilted conversations that littered the night, and the awkward questions were nothing new, all he had to do was negotiate his way around this new environment and the new set of rules that it brought along with it. He was used to all of the awkward introductions and having to bite his tongue at the appropriate times. He was an expert in the field of nodding and smiling, it hadn't failed him yet and he didn't see it failing in the near future. Soon his newness would wear off and he would go unnoticed again, and then he would spend the night dancing with Severus, and gossiping with Draco about the various people in attendance.

Harry had indeed had a wonderful evening at the gala so far, except one thing: Simon. The bloody assistant or intern or whatever the fuck he was had been hanging all over Severus all night. Harry had tried to ignore it and put it off as harmless, Draco on the other hand wasn't so forgiving. He had been commenting on it all night and somewhere after his fourth glass of champagne Harry could feel his cheeks flushing with anger every time Simon touched Severus.

The bloody git would laugh too much at something Severus would say or he had a habit of touching Severus' arm when he was speaking to him. Harry wasn't having any of it, especially after Draco had reminded him that the prick was fully aware that Severus was taken, how he could he not be after the attention they had received upon their arrival. Harry didn't like the stupid prat at all and somewhere deep down he felt threatened by Simon. It wasn't because he was better looking it was because he was probably smarter than him, he wouldn't be working for Severus if he wasn't fucking smart who was he kidding.

The final straw had been when Harry had asked Severus to have a dance with him and Simon had come along and told him someone who was important apparently wanted to meet the man. Severus had apologized to him and promised him a dance soon before being led off by Simon. Harry hadn't even thought anything of the encounter until as they were walking away, Simon had turned back and smiled smugly at him and raised both eyebrows as if he had won this round. Harry was boiling after that.

Harry had pulled Draco onto the dance floor after that and together they conspired. Draco convinced him that he needed to confront the man and together they danced slowly while waiting for Simon to leave Severus' line of sight and then followed him out into the hallway and waited for him outside the bathroom and when he came out the door Draco grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down an empty corridor.

"Fuck off," Draco said threateningly.

"What?" Simon asked looking from Draco to Harry.

"Severus is with me," Harry said his voice laced with venom.

"And you'd do well to remember that," Draco said poking a finger into Simons chest.

"It's just a bit of harmless flirting!" Simon protested.

"It's not gonna be so harmless if you don't back off," Draco informed him.

It was as though Simon had taken that as a challenge and ramped up any flirting initiative he might have had. That was until Draco went over and asked Simon to dance, at first it seemed as though he was going to reject the advance and with good reason too. That was until Severus had told him to go ahead and had commented about how good a dancer his godson was. It was as if the word godson had resonated with the man and he swallowed hard and reluctantly agreed to have a dance with Draco. While Draco had the prick distracted, Harry moved in and decided to stake his claim. Draco made sure the twat was watching as Harry pulled Severus into a very deep kiss. A kiss that said everything it needed to, a kiss that told Simon to fuck off in so many different ways.

As if taking offense to the kiss, Simon stormed off the dance floor and out of the hall. Draco sent him a knowing smirk and moved on to flirt with someone else and Harry turned his attention back to Severus. The man was eyeing the moment between he and Draco with an amused look.

"You do know that I will probably be looking for a new assistant on Monday?" Severus whispered lightly in his ear.

"What?" Harry asked feeling the blush assault his cheeks once more.

"You and Draco seem to have scared him off."

"He's very predatory," Harry said darkly.

"Predatory?" Severus asked with amusement.

"He's been all over you all night."

"It's a harmless crush, I hardly notice anymore. I don't encourage it and I assumed it would fade," Severus said kissing the top of his head.

"He's a prick," Harry replied.

"He was also very reliable and now in afraid I might be looking for a replacement."

"I'm sorry," Harry blushed again.

"It's incredibly attractive."

"What?"

"Seeing you jealous," Severus smirked playfully at him.

"Give it to Hermione," Harry decided out loud.

"What?"

"The job. Give it to Mione. She won't let you down," Harry grinned at the man.

"Tell your friend to email me a resume and I will consider it," Severus said pulling him onto the dance floor.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! I feel like it took ages to write it. I'm also sorry that I skipped the Weasley's but I hope this chapter makes up for it and I promise all of that is going to happen soon. Also, this is my longest chapter yet, I hope you like it! Thanks for reading and reviewing!