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Take A Chance	By : betsanne Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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TAKE A CHANCE

By Betsanne

Harry awoke with a groan. His head was pounding and his body ached. For a brief moment, his mind was blank until he remembered what happened. He moved slowly, opened his eyes and blinked back the tears of pain that welled up in his eyes. With a hiss of pain, he sat up and looked around. He was in a dark room; there was a cot and a small bucket sitting on the floor. He bit back a yelp of pain as he moved his legs and he looked down. He grimaced in irritation as he realized that there was a rather large cut on his left leg. Luckily, it had stopped bleeding. The only worry he had now was that an infection would set in.

He leaned back against the cot and thought about how he had gotten here. He had gone to Diagon Alley on an errand. He had been walking past a dark alley when he felt a magical signature flare around him. He had just gotten his hand on his wand when he was hit by a spell. He fell to the ground, but quickly righted himself and whipped around to cast a spell at the man standing behind him. After a few minutes of dueling, the man had caught a lucky break. He cast the spell that injured his leg. As Harry fell to the ground, the mysterious man cast a spell that knocked him out, and Harry's last memory was falling into blackness.

"That's just fucking great," Harry said with a snarl. Harry was pissed. He knew he was never going to hear the end of this. Severus was going to yell at him for not paying attention to his surroundings. He knew that there were still Death Eaters out there who wanted to make him pay for killing Voldemort. Harry had become too complacent. Since there hadn't been an attempt on his life for the last six months, he had become less wary of his surroundings.

He dreaded what would happen when Severus found out that he was missing. His friend was very protective of him, almost obsessively so. He had trained Harry long and hard to be able to protect himself. During their training, they had become friends -- good friends. Severus had been there when Ron had been captured and killed by Voldemort. He had been there when Hermione decided that she couldn't stay in the world that had killed her husband and left to live as a Muggle. Harry occasionally got a letter from her, but their friendship was strained.

Harry was closer to Severus than anyone else. He was even closer to him than he had been to Ron and Hermione. Severus understood what Harry had gone through with Voldemort. He understood that there was dark side to Harry, even though it rarely came out. He hadn't been shocked in the least when Harry told him that Harry should've been in Slytherin. Severus knew Harry well enough to know exactly how devious and cunning he could be.

Harry groaned in pain as he moved slightly. He grinned when he realized that Severus was going to find him soon, and he would make those who captured Harry pay. Harry chuckled wearily, oh there was going to be hell to pay. Harry smirked as he realized that maybe he should just sit back and enjoy the show. He also decided to give his captors hell; after all, everyone needed a hobby.

Harry heard a door open and footsteps coming down the hall. He struggled to get on his feet, as he was determined to be on his feet when his captors came to confront him. He wouldn't take whatever they decided to do to him lying down. He wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.

There was noise as the door and Harry smiled slyly. Showtime, he thought.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Severus growled in annoyance as the potion he was working on shimmered and turned black. It had failed again. The potion was a possible potion to cure the Werewolf disease. If he could just find the right combination of ingredients, he could help Remus, and that would make Harry happy. Thankfully, he had the time to experiment on the potion. Once Voldemort had been defeated, he resigned from his position at Hogwarts and went into private research, therefore giving him all the time he needed for his potions. He slammed the spoon down on the table, grabbed the cauldron and poured it in the special sink he had for all failed potions. With a wave of his wand, he cleaned out the cauldron and sink, turned down the fire, and left his lab.

He made his way to the library, where he called a house-elf and ordered some lunch. He looked at the small clock on the wall and sighed as he realized that it would be another couple of hours before Harry came to visit. He sat down in the chair and wondered when his life began to revolve around Harry's visits.

"Oh yea, that would be about the time Harry had become my friend," he said grumbled.

He -- moreover than anyone else -- had been surprised when he had formed a friendship with Harry. When he had began to train Harry to fight -- so that he could face Voldemort and defend himself -- he never thought it would lead to one of the best friendships he'd ever had. He had been furious when Dumbledore demanded that he train Harry in his seventh year. The first few months he had been caustic and bitter and he took it out on Harry. However, things had changed one night when Harry had dragged himself into the old classroom where they trained. Harry had looked exhausted and sick. His eyes were red and there were large black circles under his eyes. He had given Severus a dull look and waited for Severus to attack him.

For an hour, they had dueled. They yelled spells back and forth, while Harry ducked out of the way of a spell, rolling around on the ground. When they finally finished, Harry had collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Severus had stopped and looked at Harry in confusion. They hadn't fought long enough for Harry to feel that tired. The months of training had raised Harry's endurance and he could fight longer than most Wizards without feeling tired.

Severus had walked over to Harry and squatted down, opening his mouth to attack the boy verbally when he noticed that Harry was shaking. Denying that he was concerned, he reached down and shook Harry gently. Harry just flinched and Severus rolled him over onto his back. His eyes widened in shock when he realized that there were tears rolling down Harry's face. When he voiced his concern, Harry's face crumpled and he began to sob loudly. He screamed in anger and pain, shouting hysterically as he broke down. Not knowing what caused the breakdown, Severus could only grab Harry and hold on. He held Harry gently and rocked him, muttering nonsensical words to try and sooth the boy.

When Harry had finally quieted, Severus had asked him what was wrong and had been stunned to learn that Voldemort had been deliberately torturing and killing Muggles and sending his joy and sick pleasure through their link to Harry. No matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't Occlude his mind enough to keep Voldemort out. He hadn't slept in over two weeks, as his dreams were filled with visions of torture, rapes, murders and Voldemort's twisted pleasure.

It was then that Severus had realized that Harry was actually suffering. He'd had a vague sense of it when he had taught the boy Occlumency, but he hadn't taken it seriously. He had just thought the memories were a deliberate attempt at gaining sympathy. He began to wonder that if he had been wrong about the memories he had seen, then what else had he been wrong about.

After that night, Severus helped Harry with his Occlumency, strengthening his mental shields until they were impenetrable. That was the beginning of their friendship. It had taken another three years before Harry had defeated Voldemort, but not before losing his best friend. Harry had almost been inconsolable after Ron was killed. Then Hermione had left the Wizarding World and Harry's depression deepened. Severus frowned at the thought of Hermione. He'd always thought that she was selfish for leaving Harry and the rest of the Weasleys behind. It wasn't their fault that Ron had died. Harry had needed her and she had left. He dismissed the idea that maybe he was being a little hard on Hermione. He just knew that her leaving had hurt Harry and Severus hated anything that hurt Harry. It had taken a long time for Harry to come to terms with Ron's death and the fact that Hermione left. Severus had been there through it all. He was the one person that Harry had leaned on, his was the shoulder that Harry cried on and he was the man who Harry talked to when it became too much.

Even now, three years after the death of Voldemort, Harry wasn't the boy he remembered. He was more subdued, less likely to run into a situation without thinking about the consequences. He didn't smile as much as he did before Ron's death, Hermione's departure and Voldemort's death, though he did seem to smile more for Severus than anyone else. Severus had been afraid that Harry would become an Auror as he'd planned in school. Severus didn't think he could've handled Harry being in dangerous situations all the time.

Luckily, for Severus's state of mind, Harry had decided against becoming an Auror. He had been delighted when Harry had become a Pediatrician Healer instead. Harry was one of the best, if not the best, Healer in the Wizarding World. He had the power to heal. Harry had found out about his healing power in his seventh year, after he had healed Ron during a Quidditch accident. Ron had punctured his lung and his heart had been damaged. There had been severe internal bleeding. Harry, scared at his friend's damaged state, instinctively healed Ron. It had been a close call and if Harry had waited a few minutes longer, Ron would've died from internal bleeding. Pomfrey realized that Harry was a natural healer, with a huge amount of power. Harry had been pleased when he found out.

Dumbledore had tried to talk him into becoming an Auror, as it would fit the image of Dumbledore's Golden Child, the Savior of Wizarding World and the Boy-Who-Lived, but Harry had been adamant that he was going to become a Healer. He had enough to worry about when it came to killing Voldemort; he wanted to do something else. He wanted to heal and since he loved children, it made perfect sense to Harry that he would become a Healer of children. Severus had been delighted. He knew that Harry needed something to feel good about. If healing was what he wanted to do, then Severus was going to support him all the way.

Severus was brought out of his thoughts by a low buzzing sound. He looked up and his eyes widened as he realized that the orb on his desk was buzzing. He stood up quickly, stalked over to the desk, and picked up the orb. As he looked at it, the orb turned orange, then red. With a hiss of rage, Severus muttered a spell and the image of Diagon Alley appeared before him.

With a growl, he pocketed the orb, walked over to the floo and made his way into Diagon Alley. He hurried down the streets. He arrived just in time to see Harry and an unknown man disappear by portkey. With a yell of rage, he made his way back to his manor.

"I swear to Merlin, Harry, if you're dead, I'm going to raise you up and kick your ass," he snarled.

He rushed into his lab, grabbed a potion bottle, a crystal and stalked back into his library. He walked over to the shelf and pulled out a rolled up parchment. He unrolled it and placed it on his desk. He placed the crystal on the map, took one of the potion bottles and opened it. He allowed three drops to land on the crystal, while chanting under his breath. The potion was soaked into the crystal and it started to glow softly. He was very, very glad that he made sure to put a well concealed tracking spell on Harry all those years ago. He grinned wryly, wondering what Harry would do if he knew that the silver serpent necklace he had given his for his birthday four years ago had a tracking spell on it. He had spelled the necklace to make sure that no one but Harry could take it off. Harry wore it faithfully, never taking it off.

He made sure the potion bottle was closed and looked down at the map. "Aperio Harry Potter," he muttered and the crystal began to move slowly. He waited impatiently as it seemed to take forever for the crystal to pinpoint Harry's location. He only hoped that Harry's location wasn't under a Fidelius spell, as the tracking spell wasn't strong enough to get past the spell. Severus sighed as the crystal stopped and turned green. Moving the crystal aside, he saw that Harry was being held just outside of Kirkbymoorside, England. Smiling in satisfaction, Severus grabbed the crystal and the potion bottle and stalked back to his lab. He laid them down on the table, selected several more and pocketed them.

He walked out of the lab, went to his bedroom and walked over to his wardrobe. He took out a cloak and smiled. "Just in case," he muttered. Who said that Potter was the only one with an invisibility cloak. He made his way out of the bedroom and was heading towards the front door when he heard the floo activate. Turning around he rushed back into the library in time to see Draco step out of the fireplace.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" Severus asked impatiently.

His godson looked up from dusting himself off and arched an eyebrow at Severus's tone. "I came to visit my godfather. Maybe you've heard of him. Talk man, black slightly greasy hair," he said, ignoring Severus's muttered, "its not greasy, its baby fine," and continued on, "He also stalks around rather dramatically, looking like a vampire. I believe he even goes by the name of Severus Snape."

Severus rolled his eyes at his godson's antics. "Yes, fine, whatever. What do you need? I have somewhere to be," he snarled.

Draco frowned at him. "Is everything ok?" he asked. "No, wait, I know. What has Harry done now?" he asked in resignation.

Severus looked at him in confusion. "Why do you assume its Harry?" he asked.

Draco gave him a look of disbelief. "Because he is the only one to cause you to act this surly. What has the boy wonder done now?" he asked.

"He was kidnapped," Severus snarled.

Draco's face grew serious as he asked, "What? When?"

"Just a short time ago. I've pinpointed his location just outside of Kirkbymoorside. I was just on my way to get him when you flooed in," Severus replied.

"How do you know where he's at?" Draco asked in confusion.

Severus snorted and replied, "You know that Harry's a magnet for trouble. There are still Death Eaters out there that would love to make him pay for Voldemort's death. I put a tracking spell on the brat. I figured that when he finally got kidnapped, I would at least be able to have a chance to find him." There was a smug look of satisfaction on Severus's face.

Draco smirked. "When? Not if?" he asked.

"This is Harry we're talking about. It was bound to happen sooner or later," Severus said in resignation.

Draco shook his head in amusement. "What do you want to bet that Harry knows about your little tracking spell? He's not the most powerful Wizard for no reason you know."

Severus shrugged. "Maybe, but at least the brat kept the necklace on," he said.

"That necklace you gave him has the tracking spell on it? You devious man, you," Draco said with admiration.

"Whatever. Look, I need to go. I have to bring back Harry, and then I need to kick his ass for not paying better attention to his surroundings. I didn't train him just so he could get kidnapped by some idiot Death Eater," Severus said with a glare.

"Fine, let's go," Draco said.

"You're coming with me?" he asked in surprise.

"Harry is my friend, you know. He's in danger, of course I'm going to help you," Draco said indignantly before grinning. "Plus, if you're going to yell at him, I want to be there to see it."

Severus snorted in amusement and they both walked out of the manor and past the wards before apparating away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry watched as the door to his room opened and a man walked in. Harry frowned in slight confusion. This man wasn't dressed like a Death Eater. He had on a red robe that sparkled in the dim light. The hood was up and he couldn't see what the man looked like. Wondering what was going on, he watched the man look around before settling his gaze on Harry. The man pulled the hood back and Harry gazed at him in disbelief.

"Zabini? What the hell is going on? Why have you kidnapped me?" Harry asked incredulously. "I thought you weren't a Death Eater. Why did you kidnap me?"

Blaise Zabini looked at him nervously and replied, "I'm not! I didn't!"

Harry looked at him scornfully. "And what do you call this? A nice invitation to tea?" he asked with contempt.

Blaise blushed and muttered, "It wasn't my idea. Sorry about the leg, but you wouldn't stay still. Goyle wasn't supposed to hurt you."

"Goyle? He did this?" Harry asked in disbelief.

Blaise nodded and Harry groaned in horror. Oh Merlin, if Severus ever found out that Goyle got the drop on him, he was never going to live this down. Goyle, of all people, kidnapped the defeater of Voldemort.

Harry looked at Blaise and said, "When Severus gets here, you had better not tell him who kidnapped me. He will never let me live it down. Promise me, please."

"Severus?" Blaise asked in confusion.

"Yes, Severus, as in Severus Snape. He's going to be a mite pissed off that I was kidnapped. I hope your will is up to date. He's a tad protective. Why just the other day, he hexed a woman for staring at me for a minute too long," Harry said cheerfully. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem too serious. He didn't know what Blaise was doing here, but he knew that he wasn't about to be harmed, not if Blaise wanted to face Draco after this.

"Why would Severus Snape be coming after you?" Blaise asked in confusion.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. "You are sort of friends with Draco right? I mean you have to know that Severus and I have been friends for the last six years. In fact, he's my best friend. He's not going to be happy with you, Blaise," he said gleefully.

"You're friends with Snape? I thought you were dating Draco?" Blaise asked in confusion. He looked over his shoulder and out the door before looking back at Harry.

Harry watched Blaise warily. That telling little glance made him realize that someone was standing outside of the door. Was it Goyle? Or was it someone else?

"Why would that matter with me being friends with Severus? Why would I be dating Draco?" Harry asked. "We're just friends. He comes over to my house a lot, but that's only because we're good friends. We'd have to be after all the time I spend at Snape Manor."

"You spend your time at Snape Manor?" Blaise asked, his expression dazed.

"Yes," Harry said slowly. "As I said, Severus and I are friends. Blaise, what the hell is going on? Why would it matter if I spent my time with Draco, or even if I was dating him?" Harry asked. His widened in shock and he looked at Blaise in disbelief. "Are you jealous? Is that why you had me kidnapped?" he asked. Harry groaned in annoyance. "Merlin, all you had to do was ask. I would've told you that there was nothing going on between us. I don't like Draco like that."

"LIAR!" a voice screeched out and a woman stalked into the room. She glared at Harry and hissed out, "I know you and Draco are together and I'm going to put a stop to it. He's mine. We should be married by now, but no, he has to spend time with his precious Harry."

Harry groaned deeply and began to bang his head against the wall. Why him? Why couldn't Death Eaters have kidnapped him? A little torture looked good compared to this. Merlin, Severus was so going to kick his ass. He was never, ever going to let Harry forget about this.

"Pansy Parkinson, I should've guessed," Harry said with a sigh.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Severus and Draco reappeared on a gravel road. Severus and saw a large manor standing in the distance. Looking around the countryside, he realized it was the only possible place to hide Harry. With a sigh, Severus began to walk, Draco following him. He grumbled under his breath about making Harry pay for getting kidnapped.

Draco smirked at him and asked, "So, Sev, when are you finally going to shag Harry?"

Draco began to grin widely as Severus tripped. He steadied himself and turned to look at Draco with an expression of shock on his face. "When am I going to what?" he asked incredulously.

"You heard me," Draco said with a smirk. "It's been six years now since you two became friends. I think it's time for you to take the next step. You know you love him, and you know you want to shag him silly. What's stopping you?"

Severus gaped at him a moment before glaring at him. "I don't know what you mean. Harry and I are just friends, good friends, the best of friends, but friends nonetheless."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Please, others may believe you, but I know you, Sev. You want to bugger that man so bad you practically tremble from it. And talk about possessive, Harry can barely do a thing without you stalking him."

Severus sniffed and said, "I'm just being protective."

"Possessive, you mean," Draco said with a smirk.

"Protective," Severus said repressively.

"Possessive," Draco taunted.

Severus growled and continued to walk towards the manor. He tried to ignore Draco's chuckling and the images that invaded his mind, thanks to Draco's comment. He grumbled to himself, he wasn't possessive of Harry. He just didn't want anyone else touching Harry, or looking at him, or breathing near him. That made him protective, not possessive.

"What about the woman you almost hexed for looking at Harry too long? When was that, two days ago?" Draco asked.

Severus stopped and turned to look at Draco. "She was staring at Harry. It was making him uncomfortable," he said firmly. He began to stalk towards the manor once more.

Draco snickered and replied, "Please, Harry didn't know that the woman was staring at him until you tried to hex her."

"Oh, he knew," Severus muttered darkly.

"How about the man who helped him in Muggle bookstore?" Draco asked. "I think Harry told me something about you snarling at the poor man and making him cry?"

Severus sniffed. "He gave Harry a funny look," Severus replied. He did too, and Severus totally disregarded the fact that the man was drooling over Harry as he laughed at something Severus said. He needed to save Harry from the 'people' who would try to take advantage of him.

"Uh huh, and what about the lady who gave him home-made cookies at St. Mungos?" Draco asked.

Severus looked sheepish for a moment before replying, "She could've been a Death Eater in disguise. Who knew what were in those cookies!"

Draco snickered softly. "She was eighty years old, Severus. And was there anything in the cookies?" he asked.

Severus fidgeted a moment, looking awkward. "Well, no, but there could've been," he said firmly.

Draco laughed. "Admit it Severus, you're in love with Harry. You can't stand the thought of anyone else looking at him, flirting with him, touching him or even lusting over him. Remember, he killed Voldemort, he doesn't need your protection," Draco said.

"And where exactly is Harry now?" Severus asked Draco, his expression smug.

Draco paused a moment before sighing. "Okay, he doesn't need your protection all the time."

"Why are you so concerned about Harry? Has he said something about my posses�er�protectiveness?" he asked.

"Is that even a word?" Draco asked in confusion before waving off any answer Severus would've given. "Never mind. No, Harry hasn't said a word about your um�protectiveness. He actually doesn't see anything wrong with it. He thinks its�sweet," Draco said maliciously.

"Sweet?" Severus asked in outrage. "I'm not sweet!"

"You are when it comes to Harry. It's almost sickening. All the small gifts, the touching, the caresses, and the hugs. The minute Harry calls, you drop everything and go running," Draco said with a grin.

"But�but that's because we're friends," Severus said desperately.

Draco stopped, grabbed Severus's arm and turned him around. He looked at him seriously. "I don't know why you won't say anything to Harry about your feelings, but at least don't deny them from yourself. You love Harry and I know you want more with him. Why you don't do something about it, I'll never know, but don't pretend you don't have feelings for him. Besides, who said you were the only one in love?" Draco asked mischievously. He turned, opened the door to the manor and walked in.

Severus was stunned. Harry had feelings for him as well? The only reason he hadn't done anything was because he didn't want to lose Harry's friendship. It was too important to him. However, if Harry had feelings for him, maybe, just maybe there could be more between them. That is, if Draco was telling the truth.

"Draco, wait, Draco! Stop dammit!" Severus yelled at him. "Crap, now I won't know for sure." Severus sighed and entered the manor to find Harry.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been twenty minutes since Pansy came into the room, shrieking like the harpy she was. Harry felt sorry for Draco if this woman was still harassing him. Harry could remember the glee that Draco had shown when he dissolved the marriage contract between the two. It was right after Lucius had been killed in Harry seventh year, and Draco had become the Head of the Malfoy family. Draco had gotten drunk, toasted his father, and burned the contract. To say that Pansy was upset was an understatement. She had lost Draco, the money and the social standing all in one failed swoop.

Since then Pansy had tried everything in her power to get Draco back into her clutches. She stalked him and anyone he dated, sending threatening letters, and just basically making a nuisance out of herself. She even tried to tell the Wizarding World that she was pregnant with Draco's baby, but Vincent Crabbe had come forward and told the papers that if she was pregnant then he was the father. After that, several men came forward with the same claim. By the time it was done and over with, Pansy had lost what little good reputation she had left. She had gone into hiding and hadn't been seen for at least a year.

Here she was now, pacing back and forth, ranting and raving about her Drakie-poo and how she should've been his wife, how she should be running the Malfoy household, how she should be the one wearing the Malfoy jewelry and spending the Malfoy fortune, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Harry was tired of hearing her ramble. He was tired and he was hurt. He was becoming quite cranky and everyone who knew Harry knew that he had a temper. He pouted briefly, wondering where Severus was. He should've been here by now. How hard was it to track him down? He was wearing the damn necklace Severus had given him. A small smiled ghosted over his face as he thought back to the day Severus had given it to him. He knew that Severus thought he was being sly and devious, but Harry could feel the tracking spell as soon as he touched the necklace. He didn't say anything though. He had thought it was a sweet gesture. He enjoyed how much Severus took care of him, making sure that he was safe. Harry frowned slightly, now if only he could get the man to admit that there was something more between them, he would be happy. He had been waiting patiently for Severus to come to terms with his feelings, but it didn't look like it was enough.

Harry sighed in resignation before a determined look crossed his face. He would take the next step himself; he would be the one to take a chance. Patience be damned, he was going to make Severus his, even if it was the last thing he did. After all, Harry knew his feelings were returned. He couldn't help but know as Severus's possessive attitude only got worse. He remembered when he had foolishly thought the man was just protecting him.

He had been stunned after he had seen Severus looking at him tenderly when he didn't think Harry had been looking. Then there were the jealous looks he got when anyone talked to him. Severus had made a grown man cry for giving Harry a funny look. He wanted to hex a woman for staring at him too long. Harry couldn't forget poor Mabel, the eighty-year-old grandmother who had made him cookies after he healed her grandson. It's a good thing she had a good heart, else she would've had died from a heart attack as soon as she saw Severus swooping down on her, glaring at her suspiciously. Of course, it didn't help that Severus had just seen Mabel pinch Harry on the ass, a naughty grin on her face.

Harry grinned at the memory and realized that Pansy had stopped shrieking. Harry looked up and saw that Blaise and Pansy were staring at him. Blaise looked at him curiously, while Pansy was glaring at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you done with your shrieking? I kind of lost track after Draco is mine," Harry said in a falsetto voice.

Blaise choked as he tried to swallow laughter. Pansy glared over at him before looking back at Harry. "Draco is mine," she began.

"Oh, would you put a sock in it! My god woman, how dumb are you really?" Harry asked in irritation. Harry stood up, crossed his arms and glared at a dumbstruck Pansy. "Listen to me because I'm only going to say this once, Draco is gay, a poofter, a homo, a queer, likes to take it up the ass, pillow biter, a fudge-packer, gay, gay, GAY!!!" Harry shouted.

"Is any of this getting through your tiny, little, closed mind? You have a better chance of bringing Voldemort back to life than you do getting Draco in your bed. Now, I'm tired, I'm hungry and I'm in pain! So either torture me out of my freaking mind or let me go. I have no interest in Draco Malfoy, you stupid twit," Harry said with a glare.

Pansy blinked at him owlishly, her eyes wide with shock. Harry growled and walked around her and out the door. He limped past a startled Gregory Goyle, who put his hand out to stop him. Harry glared at him viciously, daring Goyle to touch him. He stopped a moment when he realized that his wand was missing. "Accio Harry Potter's wand," he muttered. A few seconds later, his wand flew down the hallway and into his hand. He sighed in satisfaction, looked at a frightened Goyle and arched an eyebrow. "Are you going to try and stop me, Goyle? This time I'm prepared. Do you really think you'll be lucky again?" he snarled.

Goyle quickly dropped his hand and took a step back in fright. Harry gave him a tight smile and limped his way up the stairs. He heard Pansy yell something, but continued his way up the stairs. He ignored the footsteps that were running down the hall. He fingered his wand, a glint in his eyes. He was ready for anything that idiot woman had planned for him. He reached the final step of the stairs and turned back to look. He crossed his arms and waited impatiently for Pansy to make her way up the stairs. He tapped his wand against his arm, practically salivating at the chance to hex Pansy.

"Potter, I'm not done with you yet! You can't escape me! I shall have my revenge on you, and as soon as I'm done destroying you, I'll have Draco all to myself," she shrieked.

Harry opened her mouth to yell at her when a voice came from the right of him. "Please tell me you let them capture you, Harry," a dark, velvety voice asked.

"Nope," Blaise said cheerfully. "Goyle here took him down, took him out, did his thing."

Harry closed his eyes and groaned in despair. He opened them and glared at Blaise, who smiled at him cheerfully. "I thought I asked you not to tell him. He's never going to let me live this down," Harry said in annoyance.

"Indeed not, Harry. I thought I taught you better than this?" Severus asked as he walked into the room. He was extremely glad that Harry was all right. Harry turned to look at him, a grimace of pain on his face. Severs watched him in concern. Harry was hurt. Looking him over, he noticed the large ugly cut on his leg. With a curse, he stalked forward, pulling a potion bottle out of his pocket and giving it to his friend. "Drink that. It'll help with your leg," he said. "How did this happen?"

Harry drank the healing potion, sighing in relief as the pain disappeared. He could feel the cut healing and he could move it without pain. Harry handed the bottle back to Severus and looked at him soulfully. "They hurt me, Severus," he said with a whimper.

Harry ignored the choked laughter he heard coming from behind Severus. He had seen Draco entering the room, but ignored him. His attention was focused solely on the man before him. "They hurt my leg, knocked me out and left me in a dark, cold, dingy cell. It was wet and moldy. I was afraid an infection was going to set in. I hurt, Severus," he said softly.

Severus face was angry and he pulled Harry into a hug. "It's all right. I'm here now. I'll take of them for you," he said softly.

"You're so good to me, Severus," Harry said mournfully. He was enjoying being held by Severus. He knew that he was behavior rather childishly, but hey, he had to have some fun once in a while.

Severus pulled back and looked down at him gently. "You go stand over there with Draco. I'll take care of these three," Severus said with a snarl as he glared at the three former Slytherins viciously. They paled and took a step back. They were not stupid. Severus was dangerous. He was a dark wizard, a former Death Eater and spy. He knew more dark spells than the three of them combined. Blaise whimpered, Goyle blinked stupidly and Pansy shrieked.

Harry walked over to Draco, gave him a grin and turned to watch Severus deal with the three of them. He enjoyed the site of Severus hexing his former Slytherins. He sighed blissfully when Pansy began shrieking as boils covered her body. Draco leaned over and asked, "Have I ever told you that you should've been a Slytherin?"

Harry grinned and said, "Yes, and I still say that I would've been if I hadn't met you."

Draco rolled his eyes and turned back to his godfather. "So why were captured?" Draco asked.

"Pansy, the twit, thought you and I were dating. She wanted me out of the picture so that she could take her rightful place in your bed," Harry said sarcastically.

Draco's face scrunched up in disgust. "Ewww, you and me dating? Not bloody likely."

Harry snickered. "That's what I thought. Don't worry, I set her straight. I also told her you were gay," Harry said with a grin.

Draco looked at him in shock. "What?" he shrieked.

Harry nodded, grinning wickedly. "Oh yes, I told her you were gay, a poofter, a homo, a queer, likes to take it up the ass, pillow biter, a fudge-packer, gay, gay, gay," he singed songed. Harry began to laugh at the shocked look on Draco's face. "Think about it. If she thinks you're gay, she won't bother you. Though why she was shocked at the thought that you were gay, when she thought you and I were dating, makes no sense," Harry said thoughtfully before shrugging. "I guess she really is stupid."

"Gay?" Draco whispered, his eyes bulging.

"Don't worry; I think Ginny will still love you regardless. She can always become your fag hag instead of your wife," Harry said innocently.

"Harry!" Draco yelped. "I'm going to kill you!"

Harry laughed at his friend and walked over to Severus. He looked down at the three trembling figures that lay on the floor thoughtfully. "Did you hurt them enough?" Harry asked.

"Not nearly as much as I wanted to," Severus said with a snarl. "I'll leave it up the Aurors. You know how much they respect you. They won't be happy that you were kidnapped. Not to mention your adopted father, who happens to be Minister, won't be happy. I think those three have bitten of more than they can chew. I think Arthur may kill them instead of going through the trouble of a trial. You know how protective he is of his family."

Harry swallowed his laughter as the three Slytherins looked horrified. Harry knew that Arthur would do no such thing, but they didn't know that. Arthur would be angry though. He was protective of those who he thought of as family. Harry had been adopted into the Weasley family once he was of age. Dumbledore and the Ministry no longer had any say in where Harry went or what he did.

Once he had been old enough to make his own decisions, Molly and Arthur asked him if they could adopt him. He may have been too old to raise, but he was never too old for family they told him. They had already thought of him as family, but Dumbledore hadn't allowed them to adopt him. Harry remembered the joy they had on their faces when he said yes. For a brief while, Ron had been his brother. Harry sighed sadly at the thought of his best friend. He leaned against Severus, who wrapped an arm around him.

"I guess we should take them to the Ministry," Harry said.

Severus sighed sadly. "If we have to. It would just be easier if we could bury their broken, torture bodies out in the back yard. It would be a lot less work for everyone," Severus said.

Harry snickered and looked up at him friend. "Please, Severus, for me?" he asked softly, his eyes wide and innocent.

Severus's face softened. "Anything for you, Harry. You know that," he said.

Harry's breath hitched and his heart started to race. Oh yea, Severus and he were so going to have that talk later. He was tired of waiting for Severus to get a clue. It was time to make his move. Severus wouldn't know what hit him.

"How about you go back to the manor with Draco? I'll take these three to the Ministry. Arthur can fire call you if he has any questions," Severus said.

Harry nodded. "That's fine. Tell Dad I said hi."

He walked over to the Goyle and kicked him in the leg. "That's for making me look bad in front of Severus," he said with a pout.

He walked over to a snickering Draco and they walked out of the manor together.

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Three hours later, Harry was pacing back and forth in the library. Draco had left a couple of hours ago to go see Ginny and explain what had happened before she read about it in the papers. Harry was impatient for Severus to get back. He was anxious about letting Severus know about his feelings. He kept fluctuating between determination and doubt. He knew that Severus had feelings for him, but he was afraid of losing Severus's friendship if he was wrong. He was working himself into a frenzy. If this was how Severus felt, then no wonder the man never said a word to him.

He heard the floo activate and whirled around quickly, his heart racing in anticipation. He drew in a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly, relaxing his body. He was going to do this. It was time for them to finally get together. His body tensed up in anticipation as images of naked bodies intertwining together flashed through his mind. Oh yea, this was so going to be worth it. He just needed to take a chance. Reach out and grab his happiness. He wasn't going to let Severus get away.

Severus stepped out of the floo and looked around. His gaze landed on Harry and his face lit up. Suddenly, any doubt that Harry had disappeared. He knew then that everything was going to be ok.

"How did you find me?" Harry asked as he crept forward.

Severus looked nervous for a moment before answering flatly, "I was a spy you know. I have my ways."

Harry paused and nodded thoughtfully. "I see. So, it had nothing to do with the tracking spell that you have on my necklace?" Harry inquired. He watched in amusement as Severus froze a moment.

Severus cleared his throat and replied, "There's tracking spell on the necklace? Imagine that."

"Mmm�yea. Quirky isn't it?" Harry asked. "I think it's sweet that you try so hard to protect me."

Severus looked at him in outrage. "Sweet?" he demanded sourly. "It's not sweet. It's only for my state of mind. Sweet, he says."

Harry couldn't stand it anymore. Severus was standing there, looking outraged and Harry had an overwhelming urge to kiss the man. Harry stepped forward, and before Severus could even say a word, he reached up, yanked Severus's head down and pulled him into a kiss.

Severus froze in shock for a moment before groaning and pulling him closer. Harry savored the taste of the man that he loved. He opened his mouth in time to meet Severus's tongue. Their tongues dueled together, gently sliding against each other. Harry groaned at the sensation. His cock filled, hardening almost painfully. He could feel it throbbing and Harry realized dazedly that he was ready to come just from the kiss. Harry felt Severus grab his ass and pull him even closer, their cocks touching. Harry pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air, groaning slightly as Severus rocked into him.

"Severus," he pleaded, gazing up at him lustfully. "I want you."

Severus black eyes blazed hotly at him as he ran them over Harry's face taking in every detail. "Why now?" he asked.

"Because I love you and I know you love me too. I'm tired of waiting for you to make a move. I figured if you weren't going to do it, then I was. How am I doing so far?" Harry asked innocently as he smiled sweetly up at Severus.

Severus growled lustfully, pulling him closer -- if that was even possible -- and gave him a savage kiss. He bit at Harry's bottom lip and Harry opened his mouth and let Severus's tongue in. They kissed for several minutes before Harry pulled away, looking Severus up and down and growling out, "Bedroom, now!"

Severus took a step forward and Harry stepped back, shaking head. "Oh no, you're not touching me unless I'm on my back in a big bed," Harry said.

Severus grinned wickedly before he rushed forward and grabbed Harry. He whispered hotly in Harry's ear, making Harry shiver at the sensation, "I'll touch you wherever and whenever I want to, Harry. If I wanted to fuck you in the middle of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

Harry whimpered at the image, his legs going weak as desire coursed through him. Who knew that the thought of being fucked by Severus as people watched was such a turn on? Harry wondered idly if maybe there was some way to make that happen.

Severus bent down and picked Harry up, throwing him over his shoulder. Harry was shocked at the move and didn't say a word as Severus made his way up the stairs toward his bedroom. Harry began to laugh breathlessly when Severus finally threw him down on his big bed. Severus threw himself down on top of him and grinned down at Harry. "Hello," he said hoarsely.

Harry raised his arms and placed them around Severus's neck, idly playing with his hair. "Hi," Harry said shyly.

"So, here we are. You're on your back in a big bed and I'm on top of you. What should we do?" Severus asked as reached up to caress Harry's face.

Harry looked up at Severus guilelessly and said, "How about we play chess?"

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Severus asked with a smirk.

Harry gave him a sour look and sniffed indignantly. "What else would we be doing in a bed?" he asked, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"How about I show you?" Severus asked, his voice deepening as arousal spread throughout his body.

"Please, Professor, teach me," Harry said breathlessly.

Severus growled at Harry's tone and swooped down to kiss him hard. He bit and licked at Harry's mouth, devouring his lips eagerly. Harry groaned in arousal as Severus shifted his body to lay against Harry. Their eager cocks brushed against each other and Severus moved slowly, rubbing his clothed cock against Harry's in an attempt for more friction.

"Severus, please touch me," Harry pleaded.

Severus pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Harry tenderly. "Where do want me to touch you, Harry? Here?" he asked as he stroked Harry's arm. "About here?" he asked as he touched Harry's chest. He caressed him gently, tracing his hand over Harry's nipples, pinching them gently. Harry gasped at the slight pain as his face flushed with arousal.

Severus hand began to move lower, touching and caressing Harry's stomach. He put hand under Harry's shirt and traced the small trail of hair that led down to his cock. Severus lowered his hand and stared at Harry intently. "How about here?" he asked roughly, as he cupped Harry's cock in his hands, rubbing gently.

Harry threw his head back and groaned deeply as pure pleasure coursed throughout his body. "Severus, please, do something," he begged.

Severus leaned down and kissed Harry again. Harry raised his arms and dragged his hands through Severus's hair, caressing the back of his head. He held on tightly, pulling Severus down until the man was sprawled on top of him. There wasn't an inch of space between them and Harry loved the feeling of Severus on top of him, weighing him down. Severus made him feel safe, his body warm and inviting. If they never did more than this, Harry would still feel loved.

Harry sighed softly. "I love you, Severus," he whispered.

Severus pulled back and gazed down at him gently. "I love you too, Harry." He bent down and placed small kisses over Harry's face.

"Mmmmm�" Harry moaned out. He looked up at Severus and said with a grin, "Now that we got all that sappy stuff out of the way, how about you fuck me until I scream?"

Severus smiled at him ferally and said, "With pleasure; lots and lots of pleasure."

Harry laughed at the wicked look on Severus face. Severus leaned down and kissed Harry savagely. Harry pushed at Severus, who rolled onto his back, pulling Harry with him, still kissing him intensely. Harry lay on top of Severus, nibbling and caressing Severus mouth. He moved and began to nibble on Severus's jawline, making his way to his earlobe, which Harry bit gently. Severus hissed sharply at the sensation and Harry muttered contently. Harry moved down Severus's neck, where he licked and nibbled, until he had Severus squirming at the sensations.

Harry sat up and looked down at Severus thoughtfully. "You need to take your clothes off," he said decisively.

Severus gave him a sultry look and replied, "Only if yours go as well."

Harry smiled brightly. "Well of course. How else can we make love? We both need to be naked."

Severus took his wand out of his pocket and aimed it a Harry. With a muttered spell, Harry's clothes disappeared. Doing the same for himself, Severus placed the wand on the table next to his bed and looked back at Harry. His eyes blazed hotly as they trailed over Harry's naked body. Harry blushed as he felt the heat from Severus's gaze scorching him. He wasn't a virgin, but he still hadn't had much experience. No one had ever made him feel the way Severus did. He was feeling a little shy, but not enough to hide his body. He enjoyed the expression of awe that crossed Severus's face as he gazed at Harry's body.

Severus reached up and splayed his hands on Harry's chest. "Beautiful," he whispered. Harry arched his back as Severus trailed his hands around Harry's chest, caressing and pinching lightly. Harry gasped as Severus reached up and pinched a nipple, hard. "Fuck," Harry whimpered. "Feels so good."

Severus sat up and pulled Harry onto his lap. Harry groaned deeply as he felt bare skin against his own. Harry's hands trailed over what he could reach, relishing the soft, velvety skin. Severus placed his hands on Harry's back, holding him tightly, and reached up to suck on a nipple. He licked around it, nibbling gently before biting hard. Harry yelled out in pleasure, arching his back as Severus continued to nibble.

He glanced down at Severus face intently. He reached his hands up, grabbing onto Severus's hair, pulling his head back slightly and swooped down for a kiss. He angled his head just right and deepened the kiss; their tongues dueled urgently.

Severus tightened his hold on Harry's back and rolled them over with Severus resting on top of Harry. Severus pulled back and began to make his way down Harry's body, nibbling, caressing, and licking wherever he could. He reached Harry's bellybutton and dipped his tongue in quickly, making Harry giggle slightly. Severus continued his way downwards until he reached Harry's hard cock. He grabbed it gently with his hand and looked at it hungrily. He glanced up at Harry and grinned ferally. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue out for a taste. Harry gasped as he felt Severus's tongue touch him.

"Oh, please�please�Severus," he begged. "Suck me."

With an incendiary look, Severus lowered his head, opened his mouth and took Harry's cock in. Harry yelled out in joy as he felt the hot wetness of Severus mouth. He whimpered as Severus sucked lightly, pulling his head back lightly to twirl his tongue around the head. With another movement of his head, he swallowed Harry whole, and Harry screamed at the suddenness of it. Harry felt dizzy; his whole body flush and trembling with tension. Harry reached down and began to stroke Severus's head gently, showing his appreciation. Harry could do nothing but lie there and moan as Severus continued to suck and lick.

A few minutes later, Severus let go of his cock and pushed up to kiss Harry. Harry muttered a protest, but it was silenced by Severus's kiss. "I want to be inside you, Harry," Severus whispered hotly, blowing briefly into Harry's ear.

Harry shivered and groaned out, "Please, fuck me."

Severus laughed lowly, his dark voice caressing Harry's ears, making him tremble even more. Severus reached over and pulled a small bottle of oil out of the drawer of his side table. He pulled back and parted Harry's legs, placing a pillow under Harry's butt to help him. He opened up the bottle, poured some oil onto his finger, and gently caressed the opening to Harry's body. His finger gently invaded Harry's ass and Harry moaned at the sensation. He loved the slight burn he felt, the feeling of being full filled him with joy. Slowly, Severus inched his finger in and began to stretch his hole gently. He rotated it for a few minutes before pulling it out and adding more oil. Then he gently added another finger and stretched it some more. He did it over and over until there were four fingers stretching Harry's hole.

By now, Harry was pleading for Severus to fuck him. He was barely coherent as Severus' fingers brushed against Harry's prostrate, making him dizzy with desire. He tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, muttering nonsensical words. He whimpered disconsolately as Severus pulled his fingers out of Harry's ass. He watched with glazed eyes as Severus poured some oil in his hand and covered his cock with it. Severus scooted forward, and placed one of Harry's legs over his shoulder. Severus grabbed a hold of his cock, holding it into position as he moved forward.

Harry groaned as he felt Severus's cock slide slowly into his ass. There was a burning sensation. Though it hurt slightly, it also felt so good. He could feel Severus slide into his slowly until his balls were pressed against Harry's ass. Harry looked up into Severus's eyes and begged, "Fuck me. I want to feel you moving in me."

Severus leaned down and gave him a short kiss. "I love you, Harry," he whispered roughly, his eyes blazing with emotion.

Harry's eyes widened as he felt Severus move. Merlin that felt great. He looked at Severus and smiled hotly, "I love you too, now move it dammit."

Severus chuckled and pulled back slightly then moved forward. Harry yelped as he felt Severus's cock brush against his prostrate. The feelings of pleasure coursed through his body and he began to babble.

"Oh yes�more�oh yes�harder�.fuck me�.oh Merlin�.Severus�" Harry babbled.

The tempo of their movements increased as the tension in their bodies built. Harry could feel the sensations in his body getting wilder until he felt like they would overwhelm him. Severus began to thrust harder and Harry could feel every stroke against his prostrate. They moved together, pushing and straining, Severus kept on pounding into Harry until, with a loud wail, Harry's orgasm hit him in a rush. Harry's vision whitened out and his whole body contracted, his body overwhelmed in sensation. He could dimly hear Severus as he shouted out his own orgasm. Harry's body fell against the bed, relaxed and sated.

Severus fell against him, rolled over onto the bed, and pulled Harry closer. Harry whimpered in slight protest at the movement before laying his head on Severus chest. With a mumbled, "Love you, S'vrus," he fell asleep.

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Harry's head was lying in Severus's lap as he read a book. He could feel Severus caressing his hair as the man read one of his Potion Journals. It was a slow Sunday morning, and they were taking time to enjoy being with each other. It had been a busy week, what with Severus's research and Harry's busy schedule at St. Mungos. Two of the Healers in his ward were out sick with the flu. Sadly, even though they were Wizards, the magical world still couldn't cure the flu. They could only treat the symptoms. Harry pitched in to help the overworked staff, which meant less time with Severus. That was all right though; Harry had the week off now. He needed the rest and he planned to spend as much time as he could with Severus.

It had been three months since Harry threw himself at Severus. So far, it had been three glorious months of intense lovemaking, picnics, romantic dinners and just spending time together. He knew that once the blush of the new relationship wore off, things would settle down, but he was enjoying it while he could.

He remembered the smirk on Draco's face when Severus finally admitted that yes, Harry and he were finally shagging. Of course, it was somewhat hard to deny it when Draco had walked in on them shagging. There was nothing like Severus being balls deep inside Harry's ass to give it all away.

The Weasleys were happy for him. Molly had a gleam in her eye that Harry just knew had something to do with a wedding or children. Merlin, knowing Mum, it was probably both.

Remus was happy for several different reasons. He was happy that Harry and Severus finally admitted their love for each other. He had rolled his eyes, pointed at his nose and muttered sarcastically, "Hello, werewolf. I knew you two loved each other before either of you did." Harry had shrugged and said that they hadn't been ready yet.

Severus had also finally finished the potion that cured the Werewolf disease. Remus had been the first to test it. He had been cured. Remus could finally hold a job, and the laws regarding Werewolves were repealed. Remus had been so overjoyed that he had proposed to Tonks, who accepted. Remus had fire called them several days ago to tell them that Tonks was pregnant. So what if they weren't married yet. It didn't matter to Remus. It was all good.

Harry sent Hermione a letter telling her of his new relationship, but he had yet to hear back from her. He doubted he ever would. It saddened him to know that Hermione couldn't seem to be happy for him. He knew that Severus thought she was being selfish for leaving the Wizarding World, but now that he had Severus, Harry could understand her point of view. He hated the idea that he could ever lose Severus. The very thought terrified him. So, while he hated that she was gone, he understood her motivation a lot more than he used too.

Harry yawned lazily and looked up at Severus. He grinned when his lover looked at him curiously. "Yes?" Severus asked.

"My book is boring," Harry said as he threw it down on the floor. "Your journal looks boring as well." Harry reached up, pulled the journal out of Severus's hands, and threw it to the floor. He sat up and made himself comfortable on Severus's lap. "I'm bored and I think you should do something about that."

Severus's arms enfolded him and he looked at him archly. "You do, do you?" he asked as he nibbled on Harry's neck. Harry shifted restlessly as Severus tongue took a long swipe down the side of his neck. He whimpered softly.

"Mmmm�that feels good," Harry said thickly, arousal lacing his voice. "I think it's time to go upstairs. I need to feel the big bed under me again."

Severus snorted. "Yes, because we never do it anywhere else," he said sarcastically.

Harry chuckled. "Maybe, but I don't want to take the chance of Draco walking in on us again. I think we might have scarred him for life," Harry said in amusement.

Harry could feel it as Severus grinned against his neck. "He may have been scarred, but Miss Weasley wanted details with pictures."

Harry laughed as he remembered the horrified look on Draco's face as she asked for details. Draco's fianc� demanded that the next time Draco saw them together she wanted him to take pictures. Severus had looked at her in amusement before agreeing that if Draco ever walked in on them again then he could take as many pictures as he wanted. It could only be coincidence that Draco now took time to make sure that they were dressed before he even flooed over.

Harry stood up and pulled Severus off the couch. "Come on, lover. I want to spend some quality time with you. Last night was only a quickie."

"What about this morning?" Severus asked with a grin.

"Another quickie?" Harry said with a naughty grin.

Severus laughed and put his arm around Harry's waist as they made their way up to their bedroom. It only took Harry one day to move all his things into Severus's manor. There was no asking. Harry just took a chance, again. Severus didn't say a word; he just made room in his closet.

Harry sighed in contentment. Who knew he could ever be this happy? He had a home; he had someone to love, a large family and all he had to do was reach out and grab it. Or in his case, reach out and kiss it into submission. However it happened, it was all worth it.

It's amazing what could happen when you just took a chance.

The End

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