A/N Another something that popped into my head xxx
Severus teases Harry's entrance with the head of his cock, he breaches the muscle only slightly before pulling back out, rubbing his dick between his lover's cheeks.
Harry squirms, pushing his arse back against the hard flesh to get him to move, to do something, anything if it means the torture will stop. The Slytherin likes to tease and taunt him, push him to the precipice of release, before pulling back, pausing.
Harry pleads with him to move, Severus delights in how he can reduce this strong and capable man to a boneless, whimpering puddle, simply by loving him, by touching and exploring him.
"Sev please" Harry mewls " I need to feel, to feel something."
The former headmaster knows this isn't the lust or the anticipation talking. No this is his lover, his soul and life asking for proof that he is loved, wanted, desired. So much has been taken from him, expected of him and still Harry remains as always.
The headlines of the Daily Prophet that morning, saw Harry's confidence take a nosedive. Their engagement was announced a month ago, and after celebrating at their home with close friends and those they considered family, the article appeared, speculating at Severus' less than honourable intentions.
He had drugged Harry with a potion, was involved in sordid affairs with former followers of Voldemort, visiting brothels in Knockturn alley. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was responsible for the article. Three people hadn't received an invitation to the engagement dinner and had in fact tried to force their way in, demanding Harry explain why they hadn't been invited.
Before that Ginevra Weasley had spoken to the Prophet after Harry had her removed from St Mungo's where he worked as a Healer, claiming he had left her pregnant and alone, demanding that she get rid of the child, or he would kill them both. Anyone who knew Harry well and his dream of having a family, quickly put paid to anyone who speculated on the article's authenticity.
"How can I deny you, when you ask so nicely" Severus purrs, pulling Harry to him and pushing into his tight heat.
"Thank you" he whispers as Severus sets a rhythm. Slender hands stroke his prick languidly, twisting, swiping a thumb over the leaking head.
He gathers pearly beads of pre cum and offers the coated digit to Harry, who takes it willingly, laving his forefinger, tasting himself.
"You are perfect, so perfect" Severus breathes, fisting Harry's cock. "They are nothing, they mean nothing."
"Nothing" Harry repeats and knows it's true, that Severus is right. He has his family, his friends, the ones who value him for simply being Harry, not the Saviour, The Chosen One or a means to an end. It turns out the ones people considered inferior, turned out to be far more superior and the ones he thought would be there forever, were the first to turn their backs when things didn't go their way.
"I love you Sev" Harry whimpers, feeling the heat course through his veins "so much."
"Let go my love" Severus says softly, sucking the tender flesh on Harry's neck. His own release creeping ever closer.
Harry arches and cries out as Ropes of cum shoot from his dick. He collapses against Severus as his lover tightens his hold and shudders emptying himself deep inside Harry. They meld together and fall into a sated sleep. Harry feels a weight lift from his shoulders.
They are at a ceremony held by the International Potions master's Guild, where Severus has received an award for perfecting the male pregnancy potion, Harrys round belly proof of the results, when there is a ruckus outside in the foyer.
One of the security guards enters the room, stating there's a couple claiming they are friends of Harry and Severus' and need their help Severus asks for a description of these people and upon receiving it, tells the guard they know no such people and to escort them from the building.
Harry is having lunch with his husband celebrating Draco and Nevilles engagement 2 weeks later when Hermione and Ron stop them as they leave.
"What do you want?" Harry hisses, his hand moving to his stomach.
"Ron needs a reference for a new job" Hermione begins, squaring her shoulders under Harrys hard gaze.
He'd heard that his former mate had been dismissed from the DMLE after an incident during a routine patrol.
"And you think it would help if the reference came from the Chosen One?" He sneers.
"We're friends Harry" Hermione answers.
"Friends!" Harry snaps "is that what you think we are?" After everything you've put me and my family through, you have the audacity to call us friends".
"Surely that can be all put to rest" Hermione tries to reason.
"No, it can't" Harry says firmly, then it hits him that there's more to this conversation then Hermione is letting on. Even she wouldn't push like this for a simple reference. "What else do you want?"
Knowing she's been caught, Hermione steels herself. "We... we are having trouble getting pregnant and were hoping Professor Snape could help. The Potion he perfected is getting a lot of good publicity, perhaps it can help us".
"You do realise that the Potion is to assist Male pregnancy?" Severus says smoothly.
"Well, yes, but i hoped it could be modified to help in female pregnancy" Hermione stammered.
"No, it can't, so unless Weasley here is prepared to take the Potion and go through the excruciating pain of pushing a child out through his arsehole then I can't help you. Good day"
They walk away from the stunned pair, Neville, Draco and Pansy snickering behind them. A week later Harry receives an owl from Hermione asking again for help, outlining that Ron hasn't been able to get another job and it is hard living off one income.
Harry replies with four words
Too little too late