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You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You	By : squigglesquared Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-Epilogue 1
- 37-Epilogue 2
- 38-Epilogue 3
- 39-Epilogue 4
- 40-Epilogue 5
- 41-Epilogue 6
- 42-Epilogue 7
- 9
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- 11
10

The next day started well enough. Harry awoke to kisses along the top line of his shoulders, a slow sensual tongue wending it’s way up his neck, a strong arm holding him around the middle, a hard-on stiffer than a Nimbus 2005 broom handle nudging his arse. Harry turned in his lover’s arms and that’s when the pain hit and he cried out and sat up doubling over. Severus was all concern, “Harry, what’s the matter?”. His young lover hissed with the pain, “I think I need the loo, give me a moment”, and he staggered from the bed and went into the bathroom expecting at the very least diarrhoea, but no, everything was fine in that department. Harry was sitting on the edge of the bath as a second wave of pain hit. He had to remember to breathe instead of hyperventilating. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he was as white as a sheet.

There was a tap on the bathroom door, “Are you all right, love?”. Harry snapped, “No. I’ve got bad gut-ache, but I don’t feel sick or anything. Aaah, fuck, it really hurts”. Severus insisted, “Open the door, Harry. This sounds like the bug I had a few weeks ago, this Potion relieves it”. When he could stand the waves of pain, Harry rose and unlocked the door and Severus was beside him, crouching down, a small bottle of Potion in his hand. “Here, love, take this”. Harry swallowed it without hesitation to feel the effects almost instantly. Severus smoothed Harry’s hair from his sweaty brow and kissed his cheek and felt Harry relax a bit. “Come on, you, a shower then back to bed. No mucking about”. As the Potion took effect, Harry felt much better and stood up and managed a stretch with no ill effects.

Severus turned the shower on over the bath, waited until it was warm and gently ordered his lover under it. Harry let the warm water run through his hair, plastering it to his head, tipping his face up into the stream, then grabbed items from his sponge bag and washed his hair, slathering on conditioner then washed himself all over, rinsing himself and his hair and shook himself like a wet dog and stepped out. Severus wrapped him in a large towel and dried him off while Harry towelled his hair. He fished a bottle of clear hair serum from his bag and squirted some into his palm before slicking it through his hair. Severus picked up the bottle, a raised brow quizzing Harry who laughed, “It’s a vain attempt to do something with my mad hair. If I didn’t use this it would feel like straw, my hair is so coarse, but at least with this it feels soft for a couple of days instead of sticking up in all directions. I bet if you used it your hair would be double shiny, try a bit if you want. It’s totally Muggle and it’s the only thing that prevents me looking like a complete haystack”.

Severus laughed and led Harry back to bed. Harry tried to entice his lover back to bed with him, but Severus shook his head. “Have a bit of a sleep first, let the Potion work properly, then trust me, I’m going to ravish you. I’m not going anywhere. I want to hold you as you sleep”. Harry moaned at these words but allowed himself to be taken care of, hopping back into bed then snuggled in strong arms as the Potion knocked him out for a while.

True to his word, Harry groggily came back to life in warm arms. He moved a little so he could observe his lover from under his lashes and smiled inside to see Severus gazing at him lovingly then staring out at the day with a half-smile on his lips, stroking his hair and back as he held him, not reading, not distracted, but totally focussed on him, either looking at him or thinking about him. Harry swallowed a lump in his throat. In his entire life, no-one had ever been like this with him except perhaps his own mother blissing out on his mere presence. It was then he realised the possible other flavours of true love, not just the sex, the carnality and the closeness that wrought, but the sheer joy of being with that person, and then his inner smile became a giggle as he remembered a line from the marriage ceremony, ‘In sickness and in health’, and the force of true mature love hit him and he exulted as he got it.

He wriggled some more and Severus looked down again, raising him up a little, kissing his forehead and hushing him. Harry opened his eyes and smiled, “Hi”, finding his beloved’s gaze. “How are you feeling?”, in that sexy voice. Harry bit his lip, “How long have I been out cold?”. Severus gathered him closer, “A couple of hours, maybe, I don’t know actually. I just....well, here you are, back again. Your hair’s dry now, I’m sorry if I’ve given you a haystack, erm, oh shit, am I babbling?” Harry tipped his head, reaching up with one hand and pulled his lover gently towards him, “Yes, and I love you for it. Oh Severus”, he whispered, then their lips touched, the slightest pressure, Harry just brushed them together fractionally, a whisper of mouth on mouth, then lips parting the tips of tongues meeting each other, a little more, then a short huffed moan and their lips ground together, tongues sliding around each other, the tightening grip of arms, Harry’s sliding around his lover’s neck, Severus’ grasping shoulders and back, soft needy sounds exchanged as the kiss heated.

Neither could say a word as they came up for air, panting, lips swollen and slack, the bubble containing the burning, loving, desiring gazes back between them and had they realised it, the force of the bond making it’s presence felt but they ignored everything, tuned it all out, dancing in the circle of two as they kissed again, slow still but more passionate, hands starting to join in the game. Harry naked and Severus in his light silk robe which was soon undone and pushed off his shoulders. He shrugged it off and held them close together, delighting in the skin contact with his beloved. Harry revelled in the slight scratchiness of Severus’ chest hair against his nipples and rubbed himself against him like a cat, then pressed Severus to the headboard and straddled him, not breaking the kiss, then slid their cocks together as he lowered himself slowly into his lover’s lap.

Then started the slightest movement against him, raising and lowering himself, their cocks between their bellies as they kissed, Harry’s hands tangling in thick black hair. Warm hands firmly stroking his back, his neck, a hand moving down and cupping an arse cheek, pulling him closer as the movements quickened slightly, little nips and bites to lips and tongues, then the kiss breaking but only so their lips could greedily wander over neck and shoulder as the gentle frottage grew more insistent, Harry’s hips rolling hard against his lover. His mouth devouring his beloved’s neck and collarbone, kissing it’s way to lick and nibble the sensitive ear, a low moan encouraging him on, he whispered, “Want you, want you inside me, make me ready. I want to ride you”, as the movement of cock against cock grew more urgent, precome oiling them both. Harry snaked a hand between them, grasping them both and started to pump them both, the rhythm irresistible, he still rose and fell, his hips twitching harder as their lips met again, the kiss burning, both were powerless against the force of the dance and the grind and as one they sped it up, Severus’ hand helping his lover and in seconds they both thrust up between their hands and came, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Harry slowly fell back into Severus’ lap to rise quickly a moment later, “Damn. Cramp. Scoot lower down, love, I need to change leg position”. He moved back slightly then crossed his legs behind his lover’s back so they were still pressed together. Severus smiled, “Better?”. Harry nodded, “Yeah. Oh, come here, you”, and they kissed again, long and slow, holding each other close, then each rested, forehead to each other’s shoulder. Severus murmured, “That should have lasted longer”, to hear Harry giggling, “Never underestimate the quickie, Severus. Let’s face it, we’ve still got the best part of three weeks together. I love you so much”, this last quietly. They held each other so tight, “And I love you, my Harry”, a choked whisper into the boy’s neck. Harry grinned, “I love it when you call me ‘yours’, Severus, I just love it. You can be as possessive as you like. I am yours, and we have a bond to prove it!!”.

This made Severus laugh, until he sobered again. He held Harry’s face in his hands and looked deep into his eyes, “Am I not also yours, Harry?”, in that deep sexy voice. Harry could feel tears behind his eyes and blinked them away, but with true Gryffindor grit, he didn’t look away. He ran his hands through his lover’s thick hair, clasping them together behind his head, still gently clutching handfuls of hair, his voice low and guttural, “Oh, make no mistake about it, Severus Snape, you are mine, and mine only!!”, then lessened the distance between them, kissing his lover with all the passion he felt, to feel it answered in equal measure, then Harry got it again. Their ages were different, their generations, but he was still the equal of his beloved, and intensified the kiss.

They rocked together again as desire heated once more, “I thought you wanted to ride me, love”, Severus voice poured like honey into Harry’s ear and he reached for the pot of lube on the bedside table dumping it beside them and wetting three fingers warming the gel in his hand. He inched his hand behind Harry’s balls and inserted two fingers to prepare him. Harry moaned at the sweet intrusion and tucked his tailbone under to lift his hips to give better access and thrust against Severus’ fingers. “One more, please, one more”, his voice cracking with want as he felt a third digit enter him fucking him slowly.

Severus could feel his lover was ready. “Harry, make me ready for you”. Harry dipped his hand into the pot and slicked Severus’ cock, teasing the foreskin all they way back, then felt hands under his arse lifting him, he braced his knees against the bedhead and gripped the top of it either side of his lover’s head, helping Severus to position him. One of the man’s hands went to his own cock to hold himself steady and with a loud cry, Harry lowered himself down engulfing his lover’s length in one long slow burning move with a little shivery jolt as Severus’ cock nudged his prostate. They sat like that a while panting and kissing, then Harry began to rock then pull himself up and relax back down rotating his hips slightly on the downstroke and was rewarded by encouraging moans from his beloved.

Severus could take no more teasing, He folded his legs behind Harry’s bum, held Harry deeply impaled on him and lifted them both, dumping the boy on his back, Harry’s legs still looped behind his own back with Harry now in his lap, as he lowered the boy to the bed, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Harry’s rear then lay over him resting on his elbows and started to thrust in earnest, Harry looping his arms around the man’s neck pulling them together for a kiss. Severus tried to squirm a hand between them but Harry shook his head, “No, babe, just like this, your cock filling my arse and your tongue in my mouth”, and they had a lovely slow fuck murmuring endearments and obscenities, Harry tightening then relaxing his muscles as the thrusts intensified, the slow build-up of tension in his balls, his hips moving now to deepen each stroke, rolling together to increase the friction on his own cock between their bellies and with a loud moan he came between them tightening in pulses around Severus’ cock to feel his lover explode inside him and hear his name moaned repeatedly.

They lay panting, their foreheads touching, sweat making their skin slick as they came down, little aftershocks and shudders running through them both. Severus raining kisses onto the sweet, spent face below him as he carefully withdrew and lay beside Harry, pulling him to his chest an arm wrapping around his young lover’s back. Harry rested his head on Severus’ chest and hooked a leg over the man’s thighs and they kissed and stroked and murmured until the sound of a phone ringing made Harry raise his head, “Damn, that’s my mobile. Oh, sod it, if they want me they can call back or leave a message”, he sank back down again. Sure enough the familiar beeps sounded shortly after the ringing had stopped. After a while, Harry’s stomach rumbled loudly and they both laughed softly.

They rose and cleaned themselves up, Severus pulled on his dressing gown and Harry donned a soft old rugby shirt that only just covered his assets. Seeing him in it made Severus’ mouth go dry. “I’ve never seen you in that before”, he murmured. Harry shrugged, “I don’t own a dressing gown. It’s my old sleep shirt for school when it’s cold, although I’ve usually got my boxers on too”, he giggled when he realised the effect he was having on his lover.

As Severus was cooking a late breakfast, Harry found his phone and dialled up the answerphone. Hermione had left a message asking him to call back, “It’s sort of urgent. I’ve been looking into the bond thing a bit. Call me back. When you’re not ‘too busy’ that is”, the message ended with an arch giggle that made Harry smile as he walked into the kitchen. He glanced at the food cooking, “How long ‘til brekkie, Severus? Only I’d like to call Hermione back, she says she’s been looking into bonds”. Severus nodded, “Be ten minutes or so yet and I’d be interested to know what she’s turned up. Go on, give her a call”.

Harry lay out on the bench at the kitchen table and propped himself up on the wall at it’s end leaning indolently on one elbow holding the phone at his other ear as he waited to connect. Severus glanced over and could feel his cock twitch again, the end of Harry’s shirt had ridden up and the man could just see the tip of his lover’s cock peeking out from beneath the hem. He wanted to go over, drop to his knees and nibble on that tiny visible bit, but restrained himself with a small grin.

Then Harry was through and greeting his friend, “Hi, ‘Mione, got your message, how goes it?”. He heard the sigh, “God, Harry, I’m so bored. I have my great-aunt and uncle visiting us and they are as dull as ditchwater, but I’ve been invited to Susie’s for New Year and I’m really looking forward to it. Are you having a good time?” Harry dipped his head, a big smile on his face, “Yeah, girl, bloody brilliant. This is gonna be a top Christmas”, he blushed and glanced at his lover at the stove, “He’s just cooking breakfast”. He could hear her chuckle, “Harry, it’s lunchtime, so I guess you’ve spent the morning in bed, lucky sod”. He smiled wider, “Aye, and this afternoon too, hopefully”, her chuckle turned to a dirty laugh, “So, where are you? Or are you not allowed to say?”. Harry shrugged, “I’m in Manchester, though I won’t say whereabouts”, at a sharp glance from his lover and a shake of that black-haired head.

Hermione squealed, “Manchester?, Oh my God, you’re in ‘gay central’, they have a gay village or something up there”. Harry laughed, “Severus took me there yesterday when we went Christmas shopping, his friend owns a pub right in the middle of it, it’s fantastic and I think we’re spending New Year’s Eve there. Should be great. I’m looking forward to it. Hey, expect a parcel in the post in a day or two, no owls, just good old Parcel Farce. Hint, hint, I was in a ginormous Waterstone’s yesterday, so that may ease the boredom somewhat. I hope it arrives before Chrimbo. So, what was the urgent thing, hon?”

“Harry, you need to get to an Internet cafe. I’ve scanned several pages of this book that I brought home from school and I’ve attached them to an e-mail I’ve sent you...”, Harry cut her off, “Hang on a sec?”. He lifted his head, “Severus, have you got Internet access here?”. The man turned from frying eggs, “Yes, but only pay as you go, it isn’t worth my while having broadband”. “’Mione, how big are the files, we’ve modem access here apparently”. He heard the girl gasp, “You mean Snape’s got a computer?”. He laughed, “Yes and a telly and DVD, electric light, a gas cooker, quite civilised, actually”, to a mock glare from his lover. “Come on girl, what have you found?”. Hermione swallowed hard, “Just read the attachment and be bloody careful, the pair of you. Listen, I’ve got to go, mum’s calling me for lunch. Have a brilliant Christmas yeah, and I’ll see you back at school. Love you lots, bye”, and she rang off.

Severus dished up the meal and slid onto the bench beside Harry, “So, what did she say?” as they tucked in. Harry waved his fork, “She’s sent me an e-mail with this info she’s found. I must download it, just a few pages of some book she’s scanned and sent, she seems to think it’s relevant to our bond although she didn’t give details, just warned us to be careful. She’s spending New Year at her girlfriend’s, you know”, he added conversationally. Severus chewed thoughtfully, “I always thought, when you were younger, that you might end up with her as your life partner”. Harry snorted, “Behave. I’ve pretty much always known which side I’d bat for, although Ginny and I were involved for a while, since I had that crush in third year on..... oh never mind. Eat your breakfast”, he nudged his lover who was regarding him with a rapt look.

They ate in a companionable silence for a while until Harry blurted, “What is this fascination with my sexual history, Severus?”. His lover lowered his head. Harry brushed black hair back from the curtain that was hiding his lover’s face and saw his lover redden, “It’s just at your age, I didn’t really have much in the way of a history. Steve was a year ahead of me at school, okay, we had a very pleasant little thing in his final year, he was a Hufflepuff, but nothing else until long after I had left”. Harry smiled, “Steve was your first?”. Severus nodded, “We’ve been friends ever since. He elected to leave the Magical world behind and I wanted to stay in my world, then I made my monumental blunder by joining Him, and life has been crap since then until you and I got together, apart from a pleasant interlude about four years ago, but then he had to leave school and it was mainly my bloody fault. I was jealous and jealousy is such an ugly emotion. Oh shit! I’m running away at the mouth again, aren’t I?”

Harry was slightly incredulous as he pieced the missing bits of the story together, “So let me get this straight. You were involved with Remus until Sirius re-appeared, then, as those two had been involved prior to my godfather being carted off to Azkaban, they got back together, you were dumped and you got Remus more or less sacked, although he left of his own accord before dismissal could happen, because you told us all what he was, and all this time it was because you were jealous?”

Severus hung his head, “I never said I was a nice person, Harry, and I get very possessive. I’ve done some despicable and dreadful things in my life in order to be granted power or prestige and in the end I’ve had neither”, he sighed. Harry gathered him up and they looked into each other’s eyes, “Look, loony, you’ve done stuff that was against your nature once you were in too deep to extricate yourself, yes, granted, you were a total berk for joining the Death-Eaters, but you are a powerful and emotional man”. Severus made to protest but Harry held a hand up to silence him, “Ssshhh, I can sense power attracts you just as danger attracts me, and also that Voldemort totally disgusted you at one point, enough to make you no longer want to go along with it all, you had an epiphany somewhere along the way, so you have straddled the fence for years, then a bright moment comes into your life and is snatched away again and you reacted like a hurt twelve year old. We don’t always act out of the best of motives, Severus, although I would have liked Remus as my DADA teacher for a bit longer”, Harry giggled, “I had a massive crush on him in third year, while you three were playing out your drama. It wasn’t until....oh, never mind”.

Severus sat closer to his beloved, a look half way between curiosity and pure lust on his face, “So it was Remus who debauched you, taught you...... things?”. Harry held the man’s gaze and nodded, “At the end of lower Sixth, last summer, we both missed Siri so much, for entirely different reasons, you understand, and we just had some fun. We were stuck together in Grimmauld Place, and, well, you know....?”

Harry suddenly had warm hands cupping his face, then they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. As they parted, Severus growled, “You had an extremely able teacher”, then sighed, “With me I knew he always hoped for his beloved back, but with you, your godfather was gone, never coming back. Oh fuck, I should never have....”, another sigh, “Another fuck-up”. Harry held him tight, “Nah, he was a patient teacher, and I’ve always liked those”, an arch look into the face that had been his nemesis for years, along with a certain platinum blond. Then that face passed over the screen in his mind, replaying memories and he smiled, “Yeah, and I’ve had your godson, too, although he seems to prefer my best friend’s methods to my own. We didn’t last long, but we stopped fighting at any rate”, he giggled.

Now it was all coming out, “I had a night with Ron, but you’ve seen what he’s like, then a sweet night with Hermione, the sex was shit. I was limp and she was dry, but once we gave up, we drank beer and smoked pot and talked all night. Ginny, well, we managed it, sort of, a few times, but it wasn’t particularly satisfactory for either of us, then a few random encounters with various members of the ‘fan club’, the let’s-get-into-Harry’s-knickers-at-any-cost folk. So, there you have it. Then there was you. Loving me, owning me, possessing me and I am truly lost in you”. Harry smiled.

Severus held Harry close, “Why do you trust me, Harry?”. Harry tipped his head up to be kissed, “Because I always have, whatever I’ve felt about you in the past, now because I love you and we have a bond, however lowly, it means we can’t lie to each other. Bonds are like that, this much I do know, even if we aren’t telepaths or anything and I know you love me”.

The man moaned, “Would you do something for me, love?”. Harry grinned, “Yes, tell me”. Severus was flushing, he could feel it, “Straddle the bench”, he patted Harry’s right thigh, that immediately slid over the bench and Severus’ mouth dried as he saw what was on offer, “Now lean against the wall and reach your arms over your head”. This was enough to raise the soft shirt again, only just revealing the beauty below. Severus slid backwards and dipped his head taking the rosy red head of Harry’s cock into his mouth, then sucked and released and watched, fascinated, as Harry’s cock hardened and rose pushing the soft material aside.

Then he engulfed him with a hot mouth, taking that delicious length into his throat, making tiny swallowing motions and driving his Harry wild, until he felt hot ribbons of come down his throat and heard his lover’s cries, his name over and over, “Oh fuck, I’m coming, Oh, Severus, Severus. Love you, coming, oh shit. Coming” then he thrust upwards into that hot mouth and released, every pulse swallowed and relished. Harry passed out for a moment, then came back, grinning, wrinkling his nose in that cute way that made Severus a heap, then sat up straight pulling his lover to him, pushing him onto his back, licking his lips and pushing the gown aside and taking that beautiful purple cock into his mouth, then into his throat, sighing and moaning around that hot length until Severus’ face screwed up and he came hard down that twitching throat, shouting and moaning.

As he was led back to bed for a nap, Severus said, “I intend to test your limits, just like I test your Magical limits. I’m not done with you yet, my love”. They collapsed in a heap and were asleep in minutes, wrapped around each other, Harry exulting at the velvet soft words, “I’m not done with you either, love of my life”, he replied, the final words before sleep claimed them again.

Pain woke Harry again and he groaned as he curled up clutching his stomach. The rest of the bed was empty. “Se-e-ev?”, Harry called weakly and Severus came rushing in, “Sorry, Harry, I just wanted you to sleep, you need more than I do, it would seem. Are you in pain again? Here, take this”, he opened a phial and raised Harry’s head so his lover could drink it. Harry rested on the pillow again with a sigh, “I feel like I’m spoiling things. Why do I have to get ill now, of all times?”.

Severus smiled, “You’re not spoiling anything, silly. You can’t help being a bit poorly, it’s probably nothing more than a change in the water, but I’m brewing some fresh Potion for you, if it’s like the bug I had, then it lasts a couple more days and you’ll be as right as rain”. He sprawled out alongside Harry and held him while the Potion worked, laying a protective hand over Harry’s belly. Harry breathed into the touch as the pain eased, then his face cleared and he opened his eyes, smiling, covering Severus’ hand with his own, “Thanks, love, I feel loads better now”. Severus leaned over and kissed Harry’s brow, “Do you want to go back to sleep?”. Harry shook his head, “No, though the Potion makes me feel a bit stoned”, he giggled.

They held and kissed and were starting to roll together and tangle up when the doorbell ringing shocked them apart. Harry said, “Shit, what time is it? I bet it’s the guy with the tree”. Severus was off the bed in a trice and peered through the window, “Bugger!. It is, I’d better get dressed”, then lunged for his clothes, spilling loose change and keys all over the floor, and climbed hurriedly into jeans and shirt before dashing down the stairs to the sound of Harry’s giggles.

“Harry, remind me again why we bought a tree this big?”. Harry was rolling about on the sofa laughing, “’Cos I was being a brat and wanted the biggest one”. The tree filled half of the small room in girth and the top spike was bent against the ceiling. Severus rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, shaking his head, then went into the hall and donned coat and boots and let himself out into the back yard.

He came back moments later with a large bucket, a pile of old newspapers and a pair of secateurs, then set about pruning the tree to more manageable proportions, fetching stepladders from the cupboard under the stairs and trimming the top spike. “There”, he said as he stepped away, “That’s a bit more manageable. Now help me get it into this bucket”. It was a bit of a struggle but soon done, then Harry was crumpling newspaper and stuffing it around the base of the tree while Severus poured in enough water to thoroughly soak the paper, then between them they cleared the floor of clippings.

Severus detoured to the fridge and handed Harry a cold can and nodded at the tree, “Your turn, Harry”. Harry pouted, “Aren’t you going to help?”. Severus shook his head, smirking, “No, I’m going to sit right here on the couch and admire the view”. Harry realised he still had only his sleep shirt on and giggled, “So you’re going to just sit on your arse whilst leching at mine?” Severus nodded, “Something like that, yes, and let’s face it, you have a very fetching arse, my love”, he made shooing gestures with his hands, “Go on, off you go” and sat down.

Harry unpacked all of their new decorations in search of the largest box, “Aha, the lights”, and unravelled them carefully. Then grabbed one end and climbed the ladder twisting it around the top spike, he had to lean over a bit to secure it and needed both hands. Severus was indeed admiring the sight of Harry with that ridiculous shirt riding up to reveal his nether regions when the ladder wobbled dangerously and he was there in a heartbeat to stop Harry falling off and righted Harry and ladder to find his face centimetres from the part of Harry he had been watching. He gently bit a cheek through cloth, then raised the hem of the shirt and bit the other creamy cheek, starting to lick along the cleft between and Harry moaned, “Severus, oh god, that’s good”. Severus patted Harry’s left leg, “Move your foot up another rung and lean on your elbows on the top step”.

“Perfect”, as Harry felt his lover’s tongue breech him and dipped his head to his clenched fists and cried out arching back, then nothing but a light slap, “Stay there, I’ll be right back”, in that low voice that made every hair on Harry stand to attention. In seconds Severus was back with a small bottle of oil from the kitchen tucked in his jeans pocket, “Have you any idea how wanton you look, Harry, from this angle?” Harry wiggled his arse and moaned, “Please Severus, don’t leave me like this”. Severus stepped back and resumed rimming his lover cupping his balls while his tongue dove in and out, then the tongue was lapping at each ball before sucking it in and rolling it in his mouth.

Then the mouth was gone and two oily thumbs pressed in and opened him up, then the tongue was back thrusting deeper, then it was the turn of long slender fingers brushing the tight bundle of nerves within, making Harry’s head snap back and his teeth grind together, “God. Fuck. Want you. Right. Now” Severus chuckled, “Come down a few more steps, stand on the bottom rung with your left foot on the third one up”. Harry complied, hearing the sound of a zip undoing then the rustle of cloth, then felt the blunt slick head of Severus’ cock at his hole. Severus murmured in his ear, “Have you any idea how sexy you are in this silly shirt?”, as he pulled the collar back with his teeth and nibbled Harry’s shoulder as he slid his cock home filling his lover in a single smooth move, “Ohgodsyou’resotightandfuckinghotHarry”, all in one breathless word as he started the age old dance of love, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, my sweet, in and out of your tight hot hole, I want to fill you all up. Do you want me to wank you?”, Harry was incapable of speech, just shook his head, “No. Like this. Keep talking”, he finally rasped out grabbing the top rung and answering the thrusts with backwards twitches of his hips and his lover sped up and thrust deeper and pushed upwards at the same time canting his hips, hitting Harry’s sweet spot each time, holding an arm around Harry’s middle to keep him from toppling the ladders, he could feel Harry getting all sweaty, his movements now out of sync, so Severus held on tight, the other hand taking part of his weight on the ladder’s upright, pinning Harry and slamming into him, Harry contracting around his length, gasping and grunting each time his prostate was hit, then the low moan and the tightening and a loud cry as Harry came hard all over the ladder and the floor beneath and he was being filled and filled with his lover’s come.

It was Harry who found his voice first, chuckling low and dirty, “Wow, Severus, that was a first, being fucked up a ladder. Wow”, then collapsed again feeling the flutter of laughing breath on his neck. He hissed softly as Severus withdrew and his feet were placed on the same rung again, his lover still leaning behind him, then with a kiss to his ear, Severus moved away and staggered into the kitchen and brought back a warm flannel and washed them both. Harry stepped off the ladder and pulled his lover’s jeans up, tucking him away and zipping up. They collapsed in a happy pile on the sofa and kissed languidly and slowly. Harry glanced over at the neglected tree, “Whoops, we didn’t get very far, did we?”, then laughed turning to his lover again and kissing him, rubbing noses.

Severus tightened his arms around Harry and smiled up at him, “Do you know something? Hex me for being soppy, but I’m enjoying being in love with you very much and this is going to be a marvellous Christmas” he glanced at the tree, “Even if it takes us a week to dress the tree”, they both laughed. “Severus?”, Harry murmured, “You can be as soppy as you like and I will never hex you for it. Never be afraid to be a romantic with me, I love it”, he snuggled in tighter, “I fucking love it”, his voice dropped to a whisper.

He could feel his lover’s chuckle in his chest, “Shit, Harry, how am I going to be my sour old sarcastic self back at school when I feel like this?. I don’t want to hide, Harry. I’m sick of hiding. I want to shout our love from the rooftops. You have given me back to me, reminded me that I am capable of more noble things than duplicity, fear and hatred. You once said that you were determined not to be robbed of your humanity, love, well, you’ve given me mine back in spades and I never want to lose it again”, his voice shook somewhat and Harry looked down at him and saw two tears disappearing into the man’s hair and thumbed them away gently before kissing the tear trail over one temple and holding his beloved tight, “Not all tears are bad, Severus, you never really lost your humanity, you compromised it, you’ve hidden it when it means someone getting close to you, but you have always been there to save my sorry arse and to fight for us, but it’s too easy for us to believe that love is never meant for us, it’s for other people in their simple lives not burdened and cursed as we are, but not for the likes of us, well, guess what? Wrong again. I love you completely and utterly and I always will”.

He held Severus in gentle arms wiping tears away, kissing his brow, murmuring words of love, raking his fingers through thick, lush, black hair, then gazing into onyx eyes, the look returned, “You have the most beautiful, soulful eyes, Harry”, a whisper. Harry smiled, “So do you, but your eyes are hard to read sometimes, they’re so dark, but right now, their message is easy to see”, he leaned down and captured Severus’ mouth with his own, the kiss long and delicious. They both eventually dozed off on the sofa, twined around each other, a sweet knot of love.

Did they but know it, somewhere during that sated sleep, both halves of the bond came to fruition.

And Hermione’s e-mail remained unread.
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