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To Protect	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and characters. All rights are reserved to J.K. Rowling. This is a story of fiction, and I am making no profit from it.

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AN: Woo! I love getting reviews of how you think the story may play out. To be honest, it was a hard chapter to write because I was going back and forth between alternative ideas. I apologize for the sickeningly sweetness in this chapter...it is sure to give you a tooth ache but rest assured...it is why I refer to it as a romantic drama lol! Enjoy!
My work is unbeta'd so please forgive some of the errors.
Warning: Angry sex and fluffy bunny rabbits humping everywhere!!
To Protect
Chapter Ten
Harry immediately appeared in a pitch black, aside from small illuminations of windows, Diagon Alley. Making his way through the darkness, his footsteps echoed eerily from the stone path and ricochet off the surrounding buildings. Casting his light in front of him, he moved forward at a slow, tactful pace.
Suddenly, fingers curled around his arm and jerked him backwards. Harry gasped in surprise, nearly losing his balance as he made impact with a hard body behind him. Lips pressed against the shell of his ear, hissing in a low, menacing voice. “Mister Potter, endangering yourself for the sake of others...what am I to do with you?” His heart was hammering as a tongue tasted along the outline of his ear before nibbling the tip. “I realize your emotions have run away with you, but you are not nearly in control enough to undertake such a dangerous situation.”
“How did you find me?” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and breathing in deep gulps of air to steady his pulse.
“The tracking charm on your shoe,” the voice disclosed. “You are still in possession of only one pair, Harry.” The hand on him turned him almost violently before they were disapparating into a familiar room. Severus held him at arm's length, gazing at him with restrained fury. “Are you an absolute imbecile?! You cannot hand yourself over and think the actions of such an organization would cease. It would only give them power to proceed.”
Harry felt the weight of the man's words and suddenly his body went lax with regret and shame. He turned his eyes away, unable to face the man who saved him so many times from himself.
“Do you realize what you could have done if I had not come for you?” Severus continued in a stern tone. “You are not a child, Harry. This is greater than you and I; we do, however, have the support of many others and it is no longer your obligation to see that it is resolved. It is essential to liberate yourself of this responsibility to others.” Every word, though said in fury, was laced with concern and worry. Harry could feel the soft tremble in the man's hands as they held his shoulders impossibly tight; he could hear the ever so slight acceleration of breathing as Severus bore into him. Sliding his arms around his lover's torso, he pressed his face into Severus's chest and allowed the emotions to slide unrestrained from his eyes.
“Forgive me,” he said muffled against the material of Severus's shirt. “I feel so helpless...I just merely wished to do something...anything to save who I could.” Fingers carded through his hair tenderly as his chin was lifted and his gaze forced on the other.
“It is not I who must forgive. You must forgive yourself, Harry. Free yourself from the guilt you have buried into your heart,” the man's voice was unusually tender. Harry found himself entranced by the kindness in every word. Every word was like a slice to the bindings that held him captive inside. As if the older wizard had pulled him from submerged depths, he was able to breath – to feel again.
o-o-o
Severus had encircled Harry's shoulders in his arms, tightly holding the boy to himself.
His vision had swam when Harry had apparated from the room with the intent to prostrate himself at the expense of others. His blood had run cold as he desperately sought the location of his tracking charm, hoping beyond a hope that Harry had not discarded his shoes in attempts of keeping Severus from discovering him. However, it would seem the emotions that controlled his thoughtless actions had also, in fact, hindered his ability to think or to plan carefully. So without hesitation, he had followed the distraught young wizard to Diagon Alley.
The desperation in his kiss, as he lifted Harry to himself and slammed him into the closest wall, surprised both wizards. He pressed himself into the pliant lithe body, covering Harry's mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. His lips sucked the plump lips before plundering their depths with just as much fury. He was desperately seeking to claim this young wizard in every form of the word. Roughly, he ripped the emerald-eyed wizard's shirt, buttons flying haphazardly through the air and onto the wood of the floor – the sounds of their rolling lost against the harsh gasps of his young lover. Severus gave way to an throaty growl as his lips nipped and tasted along the exposed collarbone.
Harry was breathless against him, gasping in his surprise as Severus sought to claim every expanse of flesh that entered his view. Pulling the young wizard from the wall, he walked them to the rug, throwing the coffee table with his magic to skitter across the floor and out of their way. Severus laid the youth down, immediately straddling the boy's hips with his own and once more claiming his mouth in a powerful, unyielding kiss.
Roaming hands once more traveled the lithe torso, drawing over petal-soft flesh, tasting it with calloused fingertips. Severus, losing some of the anger that had first spurred on his urgent need, took in every little twitch of the young minx beneath him, reveling in the way Harry's breathing hitched by the slightest touch, how the young wizard seemed to need...to want to feel every touch Severus offered. It was slowly becoming a madness as Severus traveled the subtle contours downward to Harry's navel and then tasted the small, feather-soft thatch of hair beneath his navel.
“Oh gods Sev,” Harry was babbling as his hips jerked upwards. Severus held the rebellious hips down before pulling away the zip and discarding Harry's trousers with an awkward yank that pooled it just below his lover's knees. Severus wasted no time in tasting the boy's desire, swirling an expert tongue along the crown and length before swallowing it to the hilt.
o-o-o
Harry was crying out as his body grew tense and his hips jerked helplessly at the hands holding him down. The intense heat of the man's mouth nearly sent him over, but Severus immediately pulled off with an audible pop and grabbed him at the base. Harry groaned in frustration. Fingers slid and prodded him from below. When did he get lubrication? Harry's thoughts were cut short as two fingers pressed into him, stretching him. “Oh fuck!” he cried as they slid mercilessly into him. Arcing against the several jolts of pleasure, Harry was overcome with need – need for Severus inside him.
“Sev,” Harry rasped as the man continued his assault. “Need you...you...inside.” Severus's eyes captured his as fingers stalled within him. The answering lust in the man's eyes was quickly followed by a series of quick movements. The older wizard cast the offending garments from them both and immediately lubricated his massive length. Harry was up on his elbows, taking in the rather erotic scene before him with his heart pounding within his chest. Fathomless depths held his as the potion's master finished his task and pushed Harry onto his back. Without warning, he was invaded and filled to the hilt in one sound thrust.
“Merlin!” Harry cried out as he dug his nails into the older wizard's powerful back. Muscles strained beneath his fingers as Severus held himself inside, allowing Harry to adjust to the massive size. Tears trailed from his eyes as he took in shallow breaths of air against the burn. When the pain began to ebb away, Severus moved, drawing his hips backward and slamming into Harry again. Gurgled cries left unbidden from Harry's lips as jolts of pain and pleasure flooded through him. He held desperately to the man above him. His body felt like it was on fire as pain and pleasure licked at him from below.
Severus was tense above him, slamming his hips with unrestrained force into his pliable body. His legs were grabbed and angled to deepen each thrust, sending prickles of hot pleasure throughout his entire frame. Every thrust sent him flying backwards with the force, and Harry could merely cry out in response, unwound and raw with pleasure.
After minutes, he felt the familiar build in his lower abdomen and immediately wrapped a hand around his weeping prick. Three fast strokes and he came violently against the older wizard. Severus followed quickly afterward with a final thrust of his hips. It was a warmth that filled him not just in body, but in the depths of his soul; it was a warmth unmatched by any other.
As they lay beside each other, breathless and spent, Harry could feel the slow burn of tears as they traveled over his cheeks. He allowed himself those tears as he watched the ceiling with no particular interest.
“Harry,” the man's deep baritone pulled him from his gaze as fingers wiped away the offending tears. Severus pulled him tightly to himself, wrapping him once more in his warmth. “Forgive me. My emotions had run away with me.”
“No,” Harry said as he curled into the embrace. “Just feeling a little sorry for myself, Sev. Sorry...” The arms around him tightened before a soft kiss was pressed to his unruly hair.
“I may seem inadequate in offering support, but do not hesitate to rely on me.” The soft vibrations of the man's voice soothed his broken heart. “Perhaps it is of little comfort to you, but I shall be beside you no matter what may occur.” Harry lifted his face from the man's warm chest and graced the dark-haired wizard with a smile. Severus was beyond what Harry could imagine in a partner and he found himself oddly overwhelmed by that truth. The man's love, though not voiced, was felt with every word and touch he gifted to Harry.
“It is of great comfort,” he finally said. “I cannot imagine what may have occurred if you were not here. However, I am very glad that you are. I truly love you Severus.”
Severus had not moved for a great deal of time, frozen in his shocked state. Harry watched the older wizard work through a series of conflicting emotions and felt the sudden tightness of his belly when he thought that there may be a chance that Severus did not feel the same. Harry begun to pull away until arms pulled him into a hard body so tightly that he was unable to breath let alone move. Finally, when he was released, a soft kiss was pressed to his lips.
“I am undeserving,” the older wizard whispered, “of such devotion – of such words as those. It would please me greatly to gift to you with what little I have in hopes of returning even slight amounts of happiness that you have bestowed on me, Harry. I am unworthy, but I love you infinitely more than I ever thought myself capable of.” The man's lips trailed over his cheeks, pressing butterfly kisses, over the expanse of his forehead before they were once more claiming his own in a slow, knee-weakening kiss.
o-o-o
When they finally found their ability for sudden locomotion, they traveled to the kitchen in search of food after a very emotional night. Harry felt hunger unlike anything he had experience before; it was a hunger that made him animal-like as he devoured the sandwich he had made within minutes. Severus watched him in amusement, taking his time and gracefully finishing his meal, before they made their way to Severus's chambers.
It was unspoken but their relationship had changed greatly over the last few hours. There was no hesitation as they slid into the bed and once more mouths and limbs entwined. Harry was pushed onto his stomach, his rump pulled upward and cheeks pulled apart as the potion's professor drove into him. His hands pulled at the bedsheets and his back curved backwards as he met every thrust. He was moaning without reserve into the room as Severus slammed into him with incredible force. It did not take long for them to reach their climax and dissolve into the bedsheets wrapped into an embrace.
Harry drifted off to sleep, his body satiated beyond a physical thought.
When he woke, the morning light cast over a good portion of the room. Severus was holding him tightly into his chest as he backside hugged the man's warm length. His entire body hurt, but the soreness only validated the evening before. He pulled away slightly, pulling the drawer by the bedside open and took one of the pain potions. As he finished the contents of the bottle, he was jerked backwards into the hard body behind him.
“Insufferable brat,” the deep baritone gruff with sleepiness startled his heart to rapidly beat in his chest. “What are you doing slithering around like an eel so early in the morning?”
Harry chuckled as hands trailed down his torso and rested on his hips. “Just hoping I might disturb my bed partner...” he replied softly as the hands grasped him and forced him into the hard prick behind him. He felt the throbbing heat between his globes as Severus rubbed it against him.
“Gryffindors,” the deep voice growled into his ear. “Always the first to poke the dangerous slumbering snake...”
“I do believe the snake is in fact poking me, professor,” he replied breathlessly as fingers roamed over his sensitive flesh.
He could feel the rumble of the older wizard's laughter and it only did to further arouse him. The man's laughter was deep and husky with sleep, but it was a sound unlike any other; it made him weak to his desire as he turned his head rather awkwardly to capture the potion's master's lips in a heated kiss. It was a mess of hands and lips as they tasted and renewed their memories of their bodies, laying kisses where they could, before succumbing once more to heated passion.
Harry was lifted into Severus's lap, arms holding the man's knees as he rode him. The upwards thrusts were deep and had Harry crying out in near screams with the impact of pleasure it created. It was hot and messy as they nearly lost themselves in their world of pleasure. When they reached their climax, it was hard, and fast, and effortless. Harry collapsed into the man's arms, unable to feel or move any one of his limbs.
“You look thoroughly ravished,” Severus taunted.
“Who's fault is that?”
“I do not know of whom you refer, Mister Potter,” Severus was smirking as he helped Harry to lay beside him.
“Prat,” Harry laughed but was silenced as a tapping at the window disturbed their world. Sighing, Severus rose and allowed the bird in. After promptly rewarding it, he read through the note and took a seat beside Harry. “Do I want to know?”
“The trial against Ginley has been canceled due to the death of the defendant.”
Harry felt his chest tighten. “I assumed as much.”
“It would seem he was among those assassinated in Azkaban,” Severus said while destroying the letter. “It did not disclose cause of death, but I would assume he included amongst those poisoned.”
“Yeah,” Harry replied slightly dazed by the events. Reality had once more come crashing down around him. Gathering his strength, he made his way into the lavatory to wash away the sweat and guilt of their activities.
o-o-o
Shortly into the morning, they were called into Kingsley's office. Harry sat opposite of the man feeling slightly scorned by the worry lines on the older man's face.
“I see that you were found in time,” the man immediately remarked. Harry could only nod his head while his hands clasped on the arms of his chair momentarily. “Very well. We have located a possible hide out and will be raiding it this afternoon once I have briefed my personnel. We were lucky enough to receive information from Henry Ginley before his passing.”
“What?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Henry Ginley was found dead this morning after informing us just the previous evening of the leaders and active members of the organization. He was able to somehow poison himself, though we are not entirely sure as to how at the moment. It would seem we have a traitor amongst us. I will be working to discover their identity. In the meantime, it is my suggestion that you relocate.” Severus was nodding his assertion. “We suspect that they are aware of your staying with Professor Snape, and thus the reason you received the note at his home. Until I have deemed it reasonably safe, you will need to relocate, the two of you.”
Harry sighed as the man pulled out a portkey and handed it to them.
“I will be in contact once I have secured the members of the organization,” Kingsley said with a grim face. “Until that time, you are to contact no one.”
“Hermione,” Harry whispered. Severus was looking over to him before shaking his head.
“She will understand, Harry. She has been informed of the current circumstances and will understand.”
Harry swallowed around his objections and gave the other two men a curt nod before taking the portkey.
“The word is 'droomer',” Kingsley gave Harry a sad smile. Severus took a hold of the book that was their portkey. They were flying through equilibrium as soon as Harry uttered the word with a touch of his wand.
o-o-o
When they landed, they were in a small cottage, its walls nearly barren and the furniture weathered with age. Harry set the book down onto a small table as he looked about what would be their new home. Severus had made a noise of slight disgust before waving his wand and repairing a good deal of the room in seconds. The walls repainted, and the furniture restitched to glimmer as new.
“Well,” Harry said swallowing, “this is homey.” Severus sent him a look of disbelief to which Harry smiled sheepishly. “Okay, so not exactly what you might expect from the minister, but it does not seem bad.”
“Perhaps,” Severus replied noncommittally. “I suppose it does leave a sort of comfortable impression.” Harry merely smiled as he made his way over to the kitchen to look around. The window curtains hung open giving way to a view of the sea. It was quite breathtaking as he pulled open the glass to get a whiff of the salt in the air.
“The sea,” he whispered, “not bad at all...” He closed his eyes and let the breeze caress his face. He would not say his situation and the circumstances in which they were there were ideal but in his mind, it felt like a holiday away with the man he loved.
o-o-o
A month passed without any contact, and Harry was beginning to resign himself to the possibility of their staying being much longer than he had hoped. Severus had begun to concoct potions in his spare time – which was all of their time – in order to build a supply for Poppy when they were able to return to Hogwarts. His forethought of the old medi-witch was endearing but left Harry wanting. He had not touched the older wizard aside for brief touches and brushes of lips in the month they had been there. His body felt wound up and he felt frustration beginning to sweat from his pores.
Harry sat with a sandwich, watching the sea from the kitchen window, and nibbling at his meal with absent interest. He wanted nothing more than to submerge himself in the beautiful depths as the weather in this location was surprisingly warm. However, he was to stay inside and it was nearly driving him mad.
His stomach lurched unexpectedly. Dropping his sandwich, Harry held his mouth before another wave of nausea nearly sent him off balance. Scooting his chair back, he stood and waited. Another wave and his entire stomach contents were painting the table and floor beneath him. Harry coughed out the remnants before casting a quick scourgify and then washing his mouth out with water from the sink.
He splashed water to his face before resting his hands on the sink in pondering. Maybe he was getting sick. Deciding a Pepper-Up potion was in order, he went in search of Severus.
The man was huddled over a cauldron, dropping a few ingredients into the mix and turning the ladle.
“Severus,” Harry called as he entered the room. “Can I have a Pepper-Up potion...I fear I may be getting sick.” Severus turned to him before gesturing to the cabinets to his right. Harry smiled sadly as he retrieved the potion. When he downed the contents, he gave the man a quick thanks. As he made his way to the door, his stomach lurched once more and before he could catch himself, he was vomiting with renewed force.
“Harry!” the man called as he came beside him. “Are you ill?”
“I feel fine,” Harry as he wiped his mouth, “just a bit tired I guess.”
Severus was silent for moments before he was pulling Harry to the side of the room that contained a sofa and forcing him to sit. “What other symptoms have you been experiencing?” The man's dark eyes were watching him with a seriousness that startle Harry.
“Symptoms?” Harry repeated. “Not really anything. I guess I have been a bit tired lately...and hungry...but nothing quite out of the normal.”
“Have you experienced any mood changes?”
Harry pondered it for a moment before smiling, “Sev, I am locked in a small box, unable to talk with my friends and the one person I do have to speak with is holed himself within this very room. I doubt anyone would be quite happy and shiny in such circumstances.” Tears began to burn in his eyes before they were streaming down his cheeks. Harry laughed as he wiped them away. Severus, however, had become more serious with each admission.
“I need to run a test, Harry.” He said finally as he pulled out his wand. “It will only be a moment but it may answer a few questions.” Harry watched the man with interest as a blue light glowed over him. Suddenly, Severus's arm dropped to his side, and the man looked near fainting. Harry rose quickly and steadied the older man.
“Sev,” he said as he helped the man to sit down. “Oh Merlin, what is it?” His heart hammered in his chest as he did his best to remain calm. It was never often that he found his former professor shocked beyond speech and that fact alone drove fear into his belly. He began to tremble as he waited for Severus to gather himself enough to speak. “Please...I need to know what is going on. I will be able to handle it, so please just say something...”
“Harry,” the man whispered as he turned to him, eyes glistening with tears. Harry felt his entire body seize up in fear. Oh Merlin...I'm dying...Severus is crying because I am going to die...Suddenly, his stomach was lurching and he threw himself to the floor to avoid dirtying his lover. He coughed as very little came out. Severus knelt beside him and gently rubbed his back as he breathed through the waves of nausea.
“Sev, am I dying?” he asked through the tears from the force of vomiting. He was pulled into a tight embrace that robbed him of the air in his lungs.
“No Harry,” the man whispered pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You are pregnant.”
TBC...
Okay okay...before I get any reviews calling me the queen of drama...you have to admit, that was bloody epic! So any way, love you guys and look forward to reading your reviews.
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