The Auror department of the ministry is just as dreary as always. When Harry first joined the force the building seemed grand and thematically macabre. Now it's just sad and bleak.

Severus doesn't come with him. He offered, but Harry declined. In part due to a need for independence, but also because Severus has already taken a ridiculous amount of time off of work for Harry.

For all the time Harry spent as an Auror, he isn't exactly sure where to begin. He considers going to the head Auror, but it's someone new that Harry doesn't know anymore. Instead, he heads to where Ron's office used to be, hoping that it's in the same place.

There's a long corridor, all dark stone, with doors nestled closely by each other, each office is little more than a cubby. It's quiet, but Harry can still hear the faint sounds of the first floor of the ministry, bustling with people. He is really glad that he didn't run into Hermione on his way in. She would be supportive, of course, but overbearing.

Finally, Harry reaches the door, glad to find it still says R. Weasley, and knocks twice.

"Gattis, I'm busy!" Ron's voice comes through the door, shouted rather angrily.

Harry knocks again and pushes the door open just a crack. "Uh, just Harry."

Ron has a very annoyed look on his face and is hunched over a ledger on his desk, but the look melts away as soon as he sees Harry. Ron runs a hand through his hair, which makes it all stick up haphazardly, and slumps back in his chair. "Blimey, sorry Harry. Come in, close the door."

Harry shuts it behind him and takes a seat in front of Ron's cramped desk. There seems to be no organization system to speak of. Documents are piled on top of books on the floor all around. There are no shelves, just stacks of papers. Some nefarious instruments sit around, teetering on top of piles, or laying on the floor covered in dust: a broken wand, a shirt possibly covered in blood, and various other things that are probably important evidence.

"Who's got you so mad?" Harry asks, crossing one leg over the other and his arms over his chest.

Ron absentmindedly sorts papers on his desk, but his brows draw down again in annoyance. "It's my new partner, apparently I'm doing such a good job that they're gracing me with a new recruit to train." Ron rolls his eyes dramatically. "I swear to God he hasn't let me alone for longer than an hour since he started."

Harry laughs but feels a twinge at the fact that Ron is already training new Aurors. "He's probably just starstruck. I mean he's got a Weasley training him."

"Maybe it would be better for the Weasleys if we just went back to being known as poor and obstinate."

"Obstinate? Mione finally rubbing off on you?"

"Oh come off it, I've been known to read."

"Quidditch scores don't count."

Ron flashes Harry an angry glower but then breaks into a grin. "What are you here for anyway? Lunch? I could use a break."

"Ah, sorry, more business than personal. I'll probably owe you lunch after this, though."

The smile falls from Ron's face, sobering him, his eyes narrow just a bit, clearly, he already knows where Harry is going with this. "Draco?"

Harry looks up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact, and nods. "Yeah, Draco."

Ron thinks for a few moments, shuffling papers around on his desk as if they're very important. "You know how this is going to go, then?" Ron asks, not looking at Harry, still looking at his desk.

"A bunch of strangers get to look at my most traumatic memories?"

Ron grimaces but nods. "Listen, let's go talk to the Head Auror. I bet she can pull some strings. You used to work here and you're Harry Potter, I'm sure there's some confidentiality bullshit we can use to keep this between just a few people."

"Be blunt with me, Ron, how many people are going to have to see everything?"

Leaning back in his chair Ron looks past Harry's shoulder and mumbles under his breath for a moment. "At the very least it will be one Auror and the Head Auror, that's if we can convince her not to go through the typical channels. From there it'll go to the Wizengamot. However, we can narrow the memories down before they get there, so only the most key moments will be presented, alongside Draco's for cross-checking."

The whole of the Wizengamot is around 50 wizards, which makes Harry cringe. However, he's sure that just presenting the violence and the "lead-up" to the assaults will be enough on their own.

Harry nods and few times, "Alright."

"Alright?"

"I have to."

Ron shifts completely into "Auror Mode," gathering all the necessary documents before taking Harry to meet the new Head Auror, Serena Rothorne. She's an archetypal Auror, Harry remembers her vaguely, but she's not much of a people person so he never knew her personally.

Ron explains the situation to her very well, and she completely understands the need for delicacy, preferring not to have journalists harassing her Aurors for juicy details on Harry Potter's divorce and abuse.

Serena listens intently as Ron presents the case, giving her all the information he already has from Harry, Harry himself jumping in a few times to try and close up some of the gaps. She listens intently, jotting down shorthand notes every few moments in a ledger on her desk.

Her expression remains neutral and serious throughout the whole spiel, not even wavering when Harry brings up some of the more delicate elements. He doesn't divulge too many details, already feeling very exposed with his best friend just knowing he was raped, and knows that Serena will get the full unedited story anyway.

Ron does a much worse job at schooling his emotions. The scowl and wrinkle between his brows don't look like they'll ever go away. When Harry brings up the assaults he looks up at the ceiling, trying very angrily not to let his eyes water.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Weasley," she nods at him and Ron nods back, trying to look more professional and at least a little detached from the case. "Mr. Potter," Harry interrupts her with his name and she nods, "Harry, I understand the need for sensitivity given your and Draco's public standings We'll do everything we can to protect your privacy. However, as I'm sure you know there is no way to keep this completely sealed since you've chosen to pursue this route."

Harry nods. "I know."

Serena continues, leaning back in her chair. She quirks one side of her mouth and narrows one eye while she thinks, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. "We may be able to have a closed session with the Wizengamot, keep reporters and the public out, but whatever verdict and charges are reached would still be public record."

"Do you think there's any way we could... expedite the process? I'd rather have it all done and over with as soon as possible," which would give the papers less time to publish articles, hopefully, make it old news sooner than later.

"We'll certainly try. I'll oversee the process myself," she shifts some books around on her desks and pulls out another ledger, this one with newer, fresher writing in it. "There's a few more weeks left of this session, if we time everything right we can get the case in before Yule..." She trails off as she looks down at the book. "How free are you? If I can get started on this, are you available last minute?"

Harry nods quickly, "Just send an owl to me at Hogwarts and I can get away. This will take precedence over my work right now." Harry and Severus have already discussed it. Severus made Harry feel slightly silly for even thinking that he would be mad at Harry for taking some time away from potions to get through this.

"Weasley," Serena finally turns her attention to him, "I can't have you working on this case. If what Harry says is true and we have his memories, we'll have overwhelming evidence, but it will draw unwanted scrutiny if you help investigate." Ron looks slightly disappointed by this but nods. "However, Harry could probably use extra detail on him when coming in to conduct affairs, you can be in charge of that if it doesn't interfere with your other cases."

Ron nods eagerly, "Yes ma'am."

Serena stands then, Harry follows suit, and they shake hands. "I'll be sending you an owl within the next few days. I'll request that you submit all your memories to me the next time you come in, again, this is a request and not a requirement, but I would strongly suggest showing me everything." Harry nods and she finally releases her grip on his hand.

"Thank you, I certainly owe you." Harry tries to offer her a genuine smile, but the atmosphere is a little tense.

Serena laughs as she sits back down. "I assure you, Mr. Potter, you do not owe me anything."


Things move quickly, just as Serena had promised. Within the week she had owled Harry with a tentative timeline of how the proceedings would go. She set everything up meticulously so that as soon as Harry submitted his memories, a warrant would be issued for Draco and he would be brought in, and she'd already put in a tentative court date with the Wizangamot for just a few days after that.

Submitting his memories was difficult, but Serena handled it very well. She didn't let her expression slip once and tried to respect Harry's privacy to the best of her ability, skipping through several more exploitative parts.

They worked for that afternoon, clipping the sections down to show the most egregious of Draco's crimes, whilst not showing the actual act of Harry being raped. She explained that there is a chance the Wizengamot could request to see the full memories, but they're already so distressing she doubts they'll want to see more.

A day after he submits his memories, Draco is brought into custody.

It's an impossible thing to keep out of the news. Aurors show up at the Malfoy Manor and have to walk him through the ministry. It made front-page headlines the next day, and The Prophet has already started making conjectures about why he was taken in. 'May have something to do with the recent separation from Harry Potter,' and 'Harry Potter has recently been seen speaking with Head Auror Serena Rothorne.' Harry is glad to be at Hogwarts, away from prying cameras. The students have been mostly bearable, but they do send more looks his and Severus' way.

It's inevitable, though, that he'll have to go back in. So just a day after Draco is brought in, Severus accompanies Harry to the Ministry.

By this point, news has reached the papers. Getting into the Ministry isn't terrible. It's early in the morning on a Wednesday (Minerva is teaching potions) so there are not many people on the main floor. The ones that are cast looks at Harry, then do a double take when they remember today's headlines about Draco Malfoy being taken into custody.

Severus rests a hand on Harry's shoulder, steadying him.

"Harry?" Severus asks, quietly. They're in the corridor just up the stairs from the main floor. A few Aurors walk past and try not to glance at Harry. The few that do glance their way do so with a mixture of curiosity and respect, understanding the seriousness of the situation. He expects that Serena has set the tone for how the case will be handled.

"Hm?" Harry looks up at him, pausing in his march toward Serena's office.

"You're shaking." Severus runs a hand down Harry's shoulder and arm.

Harry takes a mental stock of himself and realizes that he is shaking. He's somewhat prepared for what's to come. Last Thursday he rehashed the whole situation with Draco to his therapist. It was nice, being told that he didn't do anything wrong by going with Draco. She told him not to engage with Draco if they have to see each other again, to keep the conversation on his terms. It sounds easier said than done.

He takes a deep breath and meets Severus' eyes. Deep, warm brown. "I know." He admits. Harry glances up and down the hall, it's empty, at least for a moment. He stands on his toes and presses a chaste kiss to Severus' lips.

Severus follows Harry's lips as he tries to pull them apart, prolonging the kiss.

"If you need to leave, we leave."

Harry nods.

"And I still don't agree with you talking to him." They had a disagreement about it this morning. It isn't required that Harry and Draco are in the same room to sign the divorce papers, but Harry wants to talk to him. In a mediated, protected room with Aurors all around.

"Let's not talk about it right now, please." Harry pleads with him. There have been several tears shed over this already.

Severus runs a hand through Harry's hair and brushes a thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm sorry, it's your decision. I just-" Harry doesn't find out what Severus is going to say as Ron emerges from the stairs.

Ron is rushing, his robes askew, hair barely brushed. Severus and Harry pull apart a bit, creating an appropriate distance between them.

"Harry," Ron huffs, out of breath. "Sorry mate, I'm running so late, ah, morning Snape-sorry, Severus."

"Ronald," Severus gives him a nod, it makes Harry happy that Severus is trying to be at least a little more familiar with his friends.

"Thanks for being here, Ron." Harry smiles at him. Serena had told Ron to be here, but still, Harry appreciates him.

Ron gives a big sigh, but a smile to go along with it. "You should have heard me trying to convince Hermione to not be here. You've gotta go see her, she's losing her mind."

"Yeah, yeah, Leaky Cauldron on Friday?"

Ron nods, then motions up the corridor toward Serena's office. "Well, should we get this over with?"

Harry reaches for Severus' hand, holding it lightly. He's not really mad about Severus bringing up not talking to Draco again. Harry knows he probably shouldn't. Part of him still wants closure, and even though he doesn't think Draco will give him any of the answers he wants, he thinks that maybe seeing Draco in this position might give him some relief.

They haven't been intimate since the failed sex a week ago. Severus hasn't said anything, he's never initiated it anyway, and Harry is too embarrassed to try again, to try anything. So they've stuck to kissing. Harry knows that Severus will never say anything, and never complain. It's Harry himself who's the most frustrated. He wants to have sex with his boyfriend, and it seems like it should be so simple.

Serena greets them with a composed demeanor. "Harry, Mister Snape, Weasley," she offers a firm handshake to Harry and Severus, returning to her seat as they take theirs.

"So," she starts immediately, not one to beat around the brush. "We have your and Mr. Malfoy's memories. There are no inconsistencies."

Harry didn't imagine there would be. "Then, as we discussed in the letter, I brought the necessary paperwork." Harry pulls the divorce documents out of his back pocket and makes them grow larger. They're crumpled, slightly, from multiple trips in his pants by this point.

"Mr. Weasley, I want you to transport these," Serena pulls two vials with swirling silvery memories from a compartment in her desk, pushing them across it toward Ron. "Once you're done with that report to room 57 to escort Harry and Mr. Snape out of the Ministry." She instructs and Ron gives a nod, immediately getting up and grabbing the vials.

Harry stares at them. It had been a long afternoon sorting through the memories with Serena, and a very quiet, sad evening with Severus recuperating from them.

"Right away," Ron gives Serena a nod and disappears from the room.

"And Harry, if you go just down the corridor, room 57 is just a few doors down. Alaric Bennett will be at the door, he will accompany you into the room. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, leave. It's easier to get the blood magic done if you are in the same room, but not impossible."

"Thank you, Serena, really, you've done so much."

She gives a rare smile, her thin red-painted lips just barely creeping up on the sides. "If all goes as planned we may be before the Wizengamot by next week."

That soon? Harry still isn't sure if he's ready for this, but he's already put everything into motion, there's no stopping it now.

Harry knows the area that Serena sends them to. It's temporary holding chambers, though he's sure Draco is primarily kept in the lower levels of the ministry, where those awaiting trial usually are.

He holds the documents in his hand, trying not to clench them too tightly and leave any more scuffs than they already are. It's almost done, he reminds himself. His stomach is incredibly uneasy.

True to word, there is a young man standing outside of room 57. He looks to be Harry's age, if not just a bit younger, and he greets Harry with a firm handshake and a nod.

"Will you both be going in?" Alaric asks, looking between both of them. He looks nervous and is bouncing on the toes of his feet a little, hands clasped behind his back.

Harry shakes his head. "No, just me."

Severus doesn't argue, but Harry doesn't even have to see the look on his face to know he wants to.

"I'll be right here, Harry."

It feels good to know that Severus is always supporting him, even if he doesn't agree with all of his decisions.

"Well, then, shall we?" Alaric has his hand on the door. He's drumming his fingers and fidgeting.

Alaric holds the door open, and Harry enters. It's a small room with a table. Two chairs on either side, and a quill, and ink sat in the middle.

Draco is sitting facing the door. His wrists are magically tethered in front of him, but he has enough slack to clasp his hands together. He trains his eyes on Harry as he walks in, not letting the gaze falter once.

Considering he was only brought in yesterday, Draco doesn't look that bad. He has dark circles under his eyes and his hair is messed up, but other than that he looks fine. He's even still wearing nice clothes, if a bit rumpled.

Draco doesn't say anything, which makes Harry so nervous that he doesn't say anything either. He takes a seat in the chair right across from Draco, Alaric remains standing by the door.

It's very uncomfortable, but Harry smoothes out the papers and signs his name, all while Draco hunches forward in his seat and watches him. Harry pricks his fingers with his wand and stamps it next to his name.

Then, Harry turns the paper around and pushes it toward Draco. "Your, um, turn," he falters on the words and makes temporary eye contact with Draco before they both look away. When it comes time for Draco to prick his finger, Alaric steps in, holding his wand out.

Draco pushes the papers back to Harry and he looks down at them, puzzled at how easily Draco has signed them.

Alaric takes the stack of documents, shuffling them for a moment so they lay flat, then says, very calmly, "I'll take these to Ms. Rothorne," before turning and leaving the room.

It all seems so natural that Harry has to do a double take, looking from the spot where Alaric had been, to the now closed door. He wasn't supposed to do that.

Harry looks to Draco, who has his head lowered slightly.

"Harry," he starts, voice quiet, unsteady. "Can we talk?"

Again Harry looks over his shoulder at the door, brain not processing what's going on. "Did he just...?" Harry asks.

"I paid him." Draco confirms, "Just so I can talk to you alone."

Harry's head whips back toward Draco and he pales, blood leaving his extremities and making his heart pound heavily in his ear. "I should go," Harry says but remains seated.

"Please," Draco holds up his hands to show that he can't separate his wrists, "I'm literally confined."

Knocking starts on the door, rapidly, for a few moments, Severus. Harry starts to get up and Draco reaches across the table for one of Harry's hands just able to grip him by the ends of the fingers as Harry turns away.

Harry pulls his hand from Draco's grip but sits back down.

"Harry, please, I'm begging you."

"Five minutes," Harry says, barely opening his mouth, jaw gritted. There are more knocks at the door, even a muffled 'Harry' before the knocks finally stop.

The words make Draco's eyes well over with tears as he pulls his hands back in front of himself and nods. "Thank you." It sounds genuine. Draco sniffles and his voice wavers as he speaks. "Harry I'm so sorry. I know I messed up, and I can't undo the pain I caused you," Draco sucks in a breath, biting back a real sob.

Harry is petrified in his seat. It's partly because he can't believe he let himself get into this situation. Severus is going to be so disappointed. However, a larger part of the discomfort he currently feels is because Draco's raw emotions and vulnerability are making him start to feel emotional. Harry's chest is tight.

Draco rubs his eyes with his locked hands and continues. "I've been so lost without you. I'm sorry I let my own darkness overtake me. I took it out on you, the one person who cared about me. You're so amazing Harry," Draco sniffles ago and rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. Harry watches him with eyes the size of saucers.

"Draco, I don't know what to say." Harry tries to keep his voice steady. "I can't forgive you," his lip wobbles at the last word and he looks up, trying not to let any tears gather in his eyes.

"I know!" Draco says immediately, nodding almost frantically. "I don't deserve it, I know. I've hurt you too badly. The things I did were unimaginable. I just needed to say sorry, for you to know that I really still love you, and I always have. You're incredible, I was so lucky that you even gave me the time of day."

Finally, Harry does start crying.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I've upset you," Draco rushes out, leaning forward in his seat a little and furrowing his brows together. Imperceptibly his hands slide about halfway across the table.

"No, no," Harry assures and rubs his tears into his shoulder, taking his glasses off for just a moment. "Sorry, I've just, all I've wanted was an apology." Harry's mind briefly flashes to the morning he left, would I have stayed if Draco did this?

"Harry, I'm being honest with you right now, I am sorry, and I do love you. I love you more than anyone else ever could."

Harry sucks in a breath and drums his fingers on the table. "I," he pauses, not thinking ahead of his words. "I still care about you, Draco." It tears him apart to say and Harry has to rub his eyes again, crying in earnest now. Do I love Draco? I don't know. He doesn't feel the same way for Draco as he does for Severus, and he knows he loves Severus. Still though, the emotions in his chest that he feels for Draco as so singular and intense, he doesn't know what else to call them.

"Gods, I can't tell you how incredible it is to hear that." Draco breathes out a sigh. "You're so perfect Harry, perfect for me."

Harry looks down, avoiding Draco's gaze.

"Can you do something for me, Harry, love?"

Slowly, their eyes meet, Harry's gaze drifting back up. Draco isn't crying anymore, but Harry still is. "What is it?" His voice is barely more than a whisper.

"Don't do this to me." Most of the sadness is gone from Draco's voice, it's mostly just distraught, agitated almost. "Please don't let them put me in Azkaban."

Harry shakes his head, puzzling his brows. "You're already in custody, it's out of my hands." Harry doesn't know what Draco expects him to be able to do, they've come too far.

"Please. They're talking decades, multiple decades that I'll have to be there. You're a strong wizard Harry, you must be able to do something. Destroy the vials with our memories, refuse to testify against me."

"Draco, I don't know, I've already agreed to all this." Harry feels like he should just say 'no' and leave, but his heartstrings are getting tugged at, and his fingers drum faster on the table.

"I thought you cared about me, Harry? How can you do this to me? Don't I mean anything to you?" Draco's voice is pleading and his hands reach further across the table. Their fingers brush, and Harry's fingers pause in their movements. Slowly, Draco pulls one of Harry's hands into his, holding it loosely.

They stare at each other, Harry flashing from Draco's eyes to his hand. Harry hasn't felt his touch in ages. "Dray, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," He babbles, eyes filling with tears again.

The door opens, finally.

Harry tries to pull his hand away but Draco grips it tight, not letting go.

Ron is entering the room, Severus close behind him.

"Harry, don't do this to me. I love you, don't let them do this." The grip gets tighter, it feels like his fingers are going to break with the intensity. Harry winces and tries harder to pull his hand away, struggling.

Ron casts a spell on Draco and he is more tightly bound, hands going up around his chest. Harry pulls his hand back close to himself. His fingers are aching from the vice grip.

"Harry," Severus is on a knee next to Harry, not touching him, maintaining a slight distance, just trying to get his attention away from Draco.

"Listen to me, Harry," Harry's head turns from Severus to Draco, who looks like a rabid animal at this point.

"I can't, Draco, I can't do that."

"Fuck you!" Draco shouts and struggles against his restraints.

Ron sedates Draco and he slumps into his chair.

Harry can breathe again, and the upset rolls from his body, like he's just taken off a pair of dark sunglasses. He looks around the room, from Ron to Severus, and back to Draco's still body.

"Harry," Severus says again, very gently.

Harry looks at him and melts. "I'm sorry, Sev." He rubs his eyes and then reaches for Severus.

Severus quickly envelops him in a hug. "Let's go home, alright?"

Harry nods into his shoulder and they break apart. Severus helps him to his feet, and Harry's hands' tremor slightly. His injured hand hurts to move, but nothing is broken.

Ron leads them out of the room, then barks to two Aurors down the hall to stay on the door and watch Draco.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. What happened?" Ron asks as they walk, making their way swiftly through the Ministry toward an apparition zone.

"Draco said he paid Alaric to leave us alone. Then he tried to convince me not to press charges," Harry responds, flatly.

Ron slams his palm into his forehead. "Damn it. He's losing his job for sure. Merlin." Ron mutters, looking very ticked off.

Severus is quiet, Harry thinks that maybe he's unsure of what to say. Or feeling nervous that they're around so many people in the ministry.

The first floor is busier than Harry remembers from their arrival. There are wizards and witches from several different papers, all trying to get a statement from Harry about what exactly is going on between him and Draco.

Severus puts a protective hand on Harry's shoulder, and the soldier through the reporters with Ron at the front.

"Harry Potter, did you cheat on Draco Malfoy?"

"Harry, over here, how do you respond to the claims that you were abused by Draco Malfoy?"

"Harry, let the Wizarding World know, are you and Draco getting a divorce?"

As childish as it would be, Harry wants to clamp his hands over his ears and run out of the Ministry.

"You will all shut up or be removed from the ministry." Ron's voice cuts through the overwhelming chatter, silencing most people on the floor. "Harry is a real person in a real criminal case and you will bloody well treat him like it."

Ron's interjection gives him and Severus at least enough time to get out the front doors and apparate back to their quarters in Hogwarts.

"Sev," Harry starts as soon as they get back, but Severus silences him by pulling him into another tight hug.

Harry enjoys Severus' company in silence, letting his brain process everything that happened. He doesn't understand his own reactions and doesn't know why he didn't just leave the room immediately.

"I'm sorry, Draco was getting in my head."

Severus shakes his head. "It's alright, you don't need to explain yourself."

"He apologized... I don't know if he meant it, but he almost convinced me to drop the charges. I don't even think that's possible. How did he twist my head up so bad? I don't want you to think I still want him or anything, I just, he just knows how to play me I guess." Harry rambles and Severus just holds him tighter before breaking them apart.

"I can't say I fully understand, but there were years of my life when all I wanted was for my parents to love me, for them to apologize, and for us to be a real family. So I don't blame you."

Harry doesn't know how he ended up with someone so perfect, and he's glad that Draco won't be around to ruin it for him anymore.


"To you, Harry." Severus toasts his wine glass with Harry's.

Harry blushes and grins, taking a long sip of his wine. He doesn't particularly like it, but Severus said that red wine goes with pasta. It's the most ornate meal they've made together. It took hours, and they'd already had several glasses of wine to pair with cooking.

Severus surprised him after school with all the ingredients. He doesn't say as much, but Harry knows it's a celebration dinner. It's been two days since Draco was sentenced to Azkaban. Harry can go 25 years without worrying about Draco again.

"Thank you, Sev." He finally responds, unable to wipe the goofy grin from his face.

If he weren't so happy, Harry would almost be annoyed the meal that took them two hours to cook is eaten in less than thirty minutes, another glass of wine down the hatch.

They do the dishes together, even though Severus tries to shoo Harry out of the kitchen. He would rather be doing the dishes with Severus than doing anything else without Severus.

They find themselves on the couch, Severus stokes a fire. It's cold outside, only a week left until Christmas. They will be going to the burrow together on Christmas day but unanimously decided that Christmas Eve will be something shared between just them.

On the couch, they curl up against one another. Severus sits up against the armrest with one leg on the couch, and the other foot planted on the floor. Harry slides himself between the two legs, pressing himself up against Severus' chest.

"What do you want to do tonight, Harry?" Severus presses a soft kiss to Harry's neck, just a light peck, and one to the top of his head.

"What? You only planned dinner? No more romantic surprises."

"I know, how terrible of me."

Harry snickers and tilts his head up to catch Severus' lips with his own, pulling away quickly. "I just want to sit with you for a while."

Severus wraps both of his arms around Harry's middle.

Harry isn't sure how much time passes, but he feels completely content with his head on Severus' shoulder and the feeling of the man's breaths gently lulling him. He could have stayed there for much longer, but eventually, he hears the telltale sign that Severus is asleep.

Harry shifts against Severus, trying to rouse him. It's probably late enough for bed, anyway.

Standing off of Severus' lap makes him wake up, eye blinking wearily up at Harry. "You fell asleep," Harry teases, holding out a hand to help him up.

"I most certainly did not," Severus protests with a yawn that makes Harry laugh.

They collapse into bed, both kicking their shoes off. Harry starts to lazily strip at his clothing while laying down, pulling his shirt over his head and shimmying his pants off his hips, leaving him in only his boxers. He's still mildly tipsy from the amount of wine they had, but mostly sober.

Laying back finally, Harry notices Severus' eyes on him.

"Sleeping in your work clothes?" Harry asks him and Severus spurs out of his trance. He sits up on the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Harry comes up beside Severus, curling into his as he pulls at his belt. Harry presses a kiss to Severus' shoulder, then up below his earlobe.

Severus turns his head, capturing Harry's lips tightly, with a hand behind his head. Harry moans into the kiss and smiles. Eventually, Severus turns away to finish sliding his pants off of his legs, leaving him just as dressed as Harry.

Harry pulls at Severus, getting him to lie down on the bed. Harry swings a leg over Severus' waist and goes in for another kiss. Severus' hands go to Harry's ass, exactly where he likes them.

They kiss gentler than usual, just closed mouths. Harry takes breaks to kiss all over Severus' neck, sucking some purple marks into it, then moves down to his shoulders and chest.

Harry shifts his hips down a bit and presses his covered cock against Severus. Harry is fully hard and Severus is getting there. Harry shifts all the way down Severus' body, pressing kisses down his chest and stomach, stopping right at the band of his underwear.

He doesn't waste any time in pulling the waistband down and pulling Severus' cock out. He's half hard, but Harry can feel Severus stiffen when he tightens his hands around the base. He presses his lips over the tip, darting his tongue out. Harry loves the feeling of Severus' cock hardening in his hands and quickly sinks his mouth over Severus, feeling his cock pulse in his mouth.

Severus groans and rests a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry bops up and down a few times, slowly, running his tongue solidly over the underside. Each time he reaches the top Harry sucks hard and uses his hand to cover the bottom.

Harry doesn't do it for very long, just wanting to get Severus all the way interested, before pulling his mouth off. He presses kisses to the side of Severus' cock, spitting rubbing off onto the side of his face.

Hands thread through Harry's hair, and one caresses down his jaw. Harry pulls Severus' underwear all the way off then moves back up his body once again. He slides his boxers off of him and their cocks brush against one another. The spit still on Severus' cock allows them to glide together and Harry shivers at the feeling, pressing his lips back to Severus, harder this time.

They kiss for a long time. Harry pushes his tongue into Severus' mouth and bites at his lower lip. Severus kisses back hungrily, a hand holding Harry's jaw while Harry holds himself up by his elbows on either side of Severus' face.

Harry feels himself thrusting himself against Severus faster and faster. He has to stop himself from doing it too hard or he's worried he'll finish already. Harry stills his hips and reaches to the bedside drawer, pulling the bottle of lube out.

Severus doesn't notice until he sees Harry's lube fingers reaching behind himself.

"You sure?" Severus asks, mumbled in between kisses, almost illegible.

Harry just responds with another deep kiss. "I'm sure," he whispers into Severus' ear before sitting up so that he can fully press his finger inside of himself. Harry sits down on his finger, still straddling Severus. Harry bites his lip before slowly inserting a second finger, stretching himself quickly, scissoring his fingers in and out.

Harry feels very good. He knows that the ball dropped fast last time things went wrong, but he's made sure to put them in a position where he feels totally in control. Severus' hand on his hip is just encouraging.

Finally, Harry removes his fingers from himself and leans back over Severus. Their cocks continue to slide together, even wetter and hotter from the lube making everything perfectly slick.

Severus pulls Harry in for another kiss and thrusts his hips shallowly up against Harry's. Harry can feel the desperation in Severus' movement and knows that he wants him.

Harry reaches behind himself and they both still their movements. Harry angles the head of Severus' cock against his slick hole. They look at each other, Harry's eyes are half-lidded, he wants this. Severus squeezes Harry's hips and takes a deep breath, almost completely blissed out.

Slowly, Harrys sinks down on Severus' cock. Severus is substantially larger than two of his fingers, Harry probably should have done at least three, but the burn isn't entirely unwelcome.

Harry's chest is on fire from the feeling of Severus inside of him, heat pools in his lower stomach, and his cock jumps. He can't take the slow pace anymore and sits down fully on Severus' lap from about halfway up. They both moan at the same time.

Both of Severus' hands go to hold Harry's waist and hip. They lock their lips together again. Severus' hips twitch upward from the bed, but Harry can tell he's trying to stop himself.

After a moment of getting used to the stretch Harry sits up on Severus' lap, ending their kiss. The new angle drives Severus' cock even deeper into Harry and Harry does a few bounces. The third time, Severus' cock hits harshly against his prostate, and Harry keens, his hand going around his dick as his cheeks flush red and eyes flutter.

He sets a quick rhythm, both of them moaning and Severus panting out Harry's name.

Harry pulls almost all the way off of Severus' cock and Severus catches Harry's hips, biting his lip at the thought of losing that tight heat. Harry is insistent though and pulls off.

Severus runs a hand up Harry's side, giving him a questioning and concerned look.

"I want you to fuck me," he says, just as shy as he was the other night. Harry slips off of Severus and lays back against the bed.

Severus settles himself in between Harry's thighs. He leans forward to kiss Harry again, letting him melt into the bed and get comfortable before he does anything.

When they pull apart Harry lifts his knees up, "Put my legs on your shoulders." He suggests, cheeks burning.

Severus can't help but lick his lower lip as both of Harry's legs go over his shoulders. Harry is very flexible, a leftover from his Quidditch training. Severus lines himself up with Harry's hole and presses back into him slowly, watching the look on Harry's face the whole time. It doesn't change from ecstasy, so Severus quickly sets a fast pace.

Severus slows down after a moment, making each of his strokes as deep as possible, sending Harry into a whimpering mess. Severus presses forward on Harry's legs and finds no resistance. He gets deeper as he folds Harry further in half. It gets to the point that they're able to kiss, Harry's legs pressed into his own chest while Severus hammers into his prostate.

"Sev, I'm," Harry doesn't finish his sentence just moans deeply as he comes between the two of them.

Severus changes the angle, letting Harry's legs around his waist instead, not wanting to keep hitting him so squarely in the prostate when he'll be overstimulated.

They kiss again and Severus keeps his thrusts shallow. Harry's legs hook around his waist and tangle in his hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss. With only a few more thrusts Severus pulls out, coming over Harry's cock and stomach, joining his own.

"Fuck," Severus mutters after what has been one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Harry looks to be in a similar state, eyes still half-lidded, but a blissful smile on his face.

"I agree." He pants and Severus slips off the bed, going to find both of them a damp towel from the bathroom. He cleans both of them up, though most of their come ended up on Harry.

Severus drops the rag in the dirty clothes bin and pulls his pants back on, tossing Harry his, Harry folds his glasses on the side table. They curl into bed together, Severus laying on his back with Harry wrapped around his side, head on Severus' shoulder.

"Sev?" Harry asks, then yawns.

"What is it?" Severus asks softly, brushing a hand through Harry's hair, and tucking it behind his ear.

"I think I'm in love with you," Harry responds, burrowing his head deeper into Severus' shoulder so that he wouldn't have to look at him with a bright red face.

"I am in love with you."

"Then I love you." Harry yawns again, his voice is muffled and sleepy, very cute.

"I love you too Harry. Sleep well."