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AN: Well, house hunting sucks but at least there is fanfiction. Sorry about the hiatus, was unable to find the drive (or time) to write but back at it.
Warning: A little plot and some fluff
Chapter Ten
*
Severus Snape lounged in his usual armchair while his bonded slept soundly in the room beyond. It was not that he was especially surprised that Harry had conceived – the boy had proven an enigma from the very beginning with his ability to accomplish the impossible – no, it was that Harry had conceived his child.
Severus had imagined at one time or another that he might have children someday – his efforts in the war impressing it an impossibility, or so he thought. Most would believe him incapable of caring for something so…intolerable. It was true that Severus had very little tolerance for incoherency or childish antics, but he had found his tolerance was mildly better after helping with the raising of Draco. Now, however, he wondered if his actions may have led the boy to be so privileged as to take the actions he had recently felt entitled to take.
Draco. The very thought of his godson resurfaced a rage that blazed like a forest fire through him, consuming and destroying any feelings of affection that he had had for the boy. His fondness for Draco had disappeared almost instantly when he found his blonde godson hovering dangerously over Harry, grinning with malicious delight and intent to do harm.
Severus had no presence of mind when he first sent his godson flying into the farthest wall, knocking the blonde wizard unconscious in the process. Severus had wanted to murder him – and would have if not for his priority to ensure Harry’s safety.
It had been the longest few seconds of his life as he inspected for the obvious signs that Harry had been…forced. Severus sneered with disgust when his memories became almost too much for his current state of mind to bear.
The mere atrocity of the memory was enough to boil his blood and reemerge the overwhelming desire to harm his godson bodily, mentally, and any possible way that could sufficiently satiate this urge within him. Nothing would. Calming his rage was impossible at this degree. His godson had been fortunate that he had prioritized his mate’s safety over retribution.
Suffice to say, Severus would be unable to keep his accord with his young mate. Draco’s actions had crossed an invisible boundary that could not be uncrossed. It was an act in which Severus could never, in this lifetime, pardon. No matter his affection for Draco, or their longstanding relationship, Severus was unable to exonerate such blatant disregard thus deeming the boy no longer worth the effort. Draco had made his bed, so to speak; it was time to lie in it. Six feet under if he had any say in it.
Severus absently swiveled the amber liquid in his glass. The slow swirl giving way to the transition of his mood and mindset.
In other matters, the bond was strengthening; he could feel Harry more deeply, more acutely than ever before. Whether it was from their current situation or simply that time was on their side, Severus could not be sure.
His magic was still rather difficult to control. A seasoned wizard such as himself was incapable of censuring the strength of his spells which was disconcerting in itself. The power that resonated after his bonding was almost impossible to contain. It flowed around him like a heavy, potent cloud. He worked diligently to draw most of it back into himself but not without great effort. It was an exhausting daily endeavor to ensure its containment.
His possessiveness of the boy had grown exponentially since the discovery he was with child. Severus had immediately requested a leave of absence to take care of Harry during this transitional period. Severus would never admit it vocally, but he was of the mindset that he was the only one capable of taking care of his young mate. He would not allow any other to do what he knew well was his own right; although, he would with Poppy as much as it displeased him to do so. She was a trained medi-witch though not familiar with wizard pregnancy – no one currently living truly was.
Setting aside his cup, Severus made his way to his slumbering mate. It had been ten minutes since he last checked on the emerald-eyed boy, and though he could clearly discern Harry’s emotions through the bond, he would much rather see it for himself. There was a comfort in physically ensuring his bonded’s safety. It satisfied a deep urge within him that was growing steadily greater every day.
His young mate was bundled up in the duvet, one leg bare and exposed as it wrapped around the outside, and dark hair falling over pale cheeks faintly flushed with sleep; his young mate’s lips, plump and ripe for the tasting, were slightly ajar – no doubt drooling a sizable patch onto his pillow. This very notion caused an unbidden twitch to the side of Severus’ lips. As unrefined as drooling was, it caused this dour Potion’s Master to smile – despite many attempts to refrain – at the mere sight of it.
Severus had to suppress the urge to taste Harry’s lips, even just briefly. He was tempted even despite the drool which was quite the feat indeed. His mate was truly a delectable sight especially in his most vulnerable state.
Harry’s body was beautifully covered in petal-soft skin that Severus found himself almost absently touching in an effort to satisfy his desire to feel the heat of his young lover, physically confirming his safety.
Severus hardly deserved such a gift. Harry was everything he could have possibly wanted in his bonded. He wanted to worship this beauty. Keep the boy hidden from the public and entirely to himself. His thoughts were becoming increasingly more selfish the more time he spent with Harry. It was alarming how possessive he had grown. Even when he had been in love with Lily, he never felt such intense feelings of possession. These thoughts were distressing and would seem almost psychopathic to others if exposed. However, he was unable to suppress them.
Severus brushed the boy’s fringe away from his face, marveling how innocent and pure Harry looked while he slumbered. If Harry knew the deepest desires that Severus was just barely concealing, would it frighten him?
These thoughts were causing quite a turmoil inside him. Yet, he had the boy. Harry was his. He was pregnant with their child. Despite his inner most thoughts, Severus possessed the boy in every possible way he could. Why did it feel as though it was still not quite enough?
*
Harry barely got out of bed for the next few days. He was forced to take his potions, eat, drink, and bathe with the help of Severus – help he refused at first, but his mate was very persuasive and scary when he demanded something, so Harry eventually caved in.
“Eat,” Severus instructed as he set a small tray of breakfast foods in front of Harry before strolling over to a cauldron simmering in the corner.
The anti-nausea and vomiting potions had helped with his problematic stomach, but he still had very little desire to eat. Harry stared at the food, his face frowning with disgust, before he turned to his older mate in the corner of the room.
“When is Reginald arriving?”
Severus was stirring the deep maroon potion, his eyes never straying as he answered: “Late afternoon. We will be meeting with Minerva once he has arrived.”
Harry nodded slightly before turning back towards his food. He attempted to take a bite of a slice of toast but found the taste unappealing, so he set it aside.
“You must eat,” Severus very nearly growled from the corner.
Harry crossed his arms against his chest. “I’m not hungry.”
“You need energy to keep the child healthy,” Severus chided as he stopped his current ministrations to give Harry a disapproving look. “I am not requiring you finish it all, but enough so that you are adequately sustained.”
Harry huffed contemptuously. “Poppy said it is perfectly normal not to have an appetite, and I was appropriate in my weight, so I didn’t need to force myself.”
Severus glared over to Harry reproachfully. “She couldn’t possibly know that. There has not been a wizard pregnancy for nearly a century. Now eat.”
Harry grumbled petulantly but managed to eat a bit more of the unappetizing toast and some of the potatoes on the plate. Satisfied he had done enough, Harry pushed the plate away and stood from the couch.
“I will come wake you when he has arrived,” Severus stated before returning once more to the potion.
Harry sighed. “I’m not tired, Severus. I was hoping to go for a walk to get some fresh air.”
The other wizard stiffened before turning towards him. “The insufferable brats are about. I think it best if you stay inside the rooms.”
“I’m not some kept woman, Severus. Or a fragile piece of glass for that matter. I am getting frustrated with the same four walls. I need air. Besides, it doesn’t need to be here. Hermione has been asking if I could visit since I last wrote to her,” Harry stated indignantly. He did his best to remain serious, but Severus’ little comment about the students had made him want to laugh.
Severus watched him silently before saying, “If you are insistent, then I will allow it.” Harry smiled gratefully. “However, I will be accompanying you.” Harry’s smile dropped, and he sighed deeply. “I understand that you are capable of looking after yourself, Harry, but I would feel more comfortable with my being there should anything occur. Have you disclosed the pregnancy to Misses Gran—Weasley?”
“Not yet. I was planning to tell her once everything sort of settled down. I guess now would be as good as any.” Harry stood up, brushing off some lint from his trousers and fighting the tilt in his vision. “Don’t you have a potion to brew?”
“It can simmer for a while,” Severus responded nonchalantly as he slipped on his traveling cloak. “Not for very long, mind you. There will be other opportunities for you to discuss further with Misses Weasley, but for now, we will visit for a short time.”
*
“Harry! Professor Snape,” Hermione greeted with a little too much enthusiasm as she wobbled precariously over to them. Hermione was seven months pregnant with twins (Ron had fainted when they found out) and she had swollen to double her size.
Harry embraced her with a soft chuckle, leaning away enough to accommodate the size of her belly. She turned towards Severus with a glowing smile, probably throwing the man off slightly with the welcome.
“Professor Snape, thank you so much for coming,” she added as she led them back to the sofa and offered them some mint tea.
Severus sat gracefully beside Harry after helping Harry into his own seat. “I think it is acceptable if you refer to me by my given name, Misses Weasley, as Harry considers you family.” She nodded and smiled sweetly in response. “You look to be doing quite well considering you are carrying the next generation of prankster.”
Harry turned towards Severus with a small gasp, but Hermione was laughing cheerfully in reply. “Never would have I imagined you capable of jesting, Severus.” Severus regarded her expressionlessly. “Oh, but thank you. I do wonder if the boys will take after their uncles, but Ron assures me we will teach them sense. Surely we’ll know in due time. Now, how are you two? I heard…about Draco Malfoy,” she said as her face became grim.
Harry smiled softly at her. “Don’t worry about that. Severus was there in time. Besides, we have had other things to consider.” Her expression perked at this. “It would seem…um, well,” he babbled to which Severus merely waited patiently for him to finish, “as it were, I’m…I mean, we’re pregnant.”
Hermione’s face fell into astonishment before she managed to come out of it. “Really? Harry…oh, that is so wonderful!”
Harry regarded his friend anxiously. “Yeah?”
“Of course! I mean, no wizard has been pregnant in one hundred years if my knowledge is correct, but it should hardly be surprising that you would manage to be the first in a century.”
Unbeknownst to his friend, he had a very good reason to worry why it had been the case. Deciding he wouldn’t ruin the atmosphere as she chattered on about male pregnancies, Harry kept that information to himself. Once they knew just how much of the original bloodline he had, Harry would tell her. He didn’t want to unnecessary cause her worry.
“Of course, most of those who conceived had concentrations of the original bloodline, but it would have manifested in other ways by now, surely,” she went on.
Harry noticed the stiffness of his mate. Hermione was intelligent, so it should come as no surprise that she would be aware of such things. “But still, it is a true gift that you are with child, Harry. Unless…you are unhappy with the news?” she questioned briefly after realizing her enthusiasm may have been premature.
It was Severus who responded almost instantly. “There could be no greater joy.” Harry ignored how easily the man’s words could be misconstrued as sarcasm and nodded his head in agreement.
“Oh, well then,” she said with a slight twinge to her cheeks, “I am truly happy for you.”
“Thank you, ‘Mione.”
*
After a short visit, they were back at Hogwarts, and Harry was once more faced with his imprisonment. It had been a small joy to visit with his friend, but it had only done to remind Harry how much he truly missed moving freely without the ever-watchful gaze of his lover.
Sighing, Harry settled into the couch with a hot cup of herbal tea, relishing the soft sweet notes of honey mixed beautifully with tart raspberry.
The sudden eruption of flames from the fire hearth startled Harry out of his daydreaming. The large figure of a man stumbled hazardously from the green flames, dusting off soot from his long trench coat. His face was withered with age, a maze of wrinkles that spoke of the length and difficulty of his years. A patch fell over one eye, hidden slightly by a tangled mass of salt-and-pepper colored hair.
He seemed imposing with the overall girth of him, but as he turned towards Harry, his eyes were softened while his mouth quirked up into a gentle smile. Despite his overall appearance, closely resembling a homeless pirate, his aura was so gentle it ran over Harry like the warmth of a summer day, reminding him oddly of Hagrid. Harry was immediately relaxing in the overgrown old wizard’s presence.
“My, my,” the gravelly voice cooed. “Harry Potter. How you have grown…”
Harry regarded the man with a raised brow. “Uh, hello.”
“Reginald,” Severus greeted as he eased over with only a few sure strides. “You are early.”
“Sev-sourpuss,” the tall man chuckled deeply. “Your dour expression has yet to fade even in love? How disappointing. I have told you many times. Call me Reggie.”
Severus’ expression darkened with contempt, and Harry found himself chuckling.
The large man took a seat beside Harry, his mere girth dwarfing Harry entirely while his large hands fumbled with the tea set in an effort to help himself to a cup. He was cursing as he clumsily handled the fragile and much-too-small cup, spilling some of the contents on his shirt to which he wiped off grinning; then took a small, almost quaint sip of tea as if his manners had, until this very moment, eluded him. It was the most entertainment Harry had had in a while.
“Ah, good stuff that,” he grumbled as he settled comfortably into the couch. “Nice place you have here, Severus.”
“I am honored that it pleases you,” Severus replied sarcastically. “As I am not in any mood to play host to your fumbling antics, might you get on with what you came here for?”
Reginald’s eyes danced with barely concealed mirth, causing Harry to smile despite himself. Any other time, he might enjoy this large man’s presence. As it was, he was eager to know exactly to what extent he was affected by the original bloodline.
“Always such a party-pooper,” Reginald complained while setting down his cup of barely tasted tea. “Can’t an old man enjoy a small cup of tea before you start with demanding things? I traveled quite a distance to come here especially for this one.” Reginald peered at Harry sweetly before resting a large hand over his stomach. “But it was rather imperative that I did, it would seem. Hello little one.”
Harry’s eyes had gone wide. He shifted his gaze to his mate who merely nodded before he looked back to this strange old wizard.
“You are barely conceived yet what strength…what power…” Reginald said almost as if speaking to himself. “Quite the marvel. You are quite affected by the bloodline yet your control of not only this magic but your mate’s and little one’s…what a marvel.” Harry was watching the older wizard as his large hand continued to hover just above his abdomen. “Very good. It seems that despite the strength of the bloodline, we will be able to sufficiently bind the magic.”
Severus was beside him, letting out a small breath of air that gave way to his relief. Harry was quick to second it. He felt the immense pressure that had been on his shoulders lifting with the statement.
“So I’m okay?”
Reginald’s eyes danced with hidden intentions as he slowly shook his head. “Your magic is unlike any I have seen. It is unpredictable yet controlled. It is immeasurable and electric. It attracts the magic around it like a beacon. Quite the marvel.”
A phrase Harry was growing to dislike. He didn’t want to be a marvel. He wanted to be a normal, everyday wizard. Not a commodity. He didn’t need any more reasons to shrink away from the public. His current happiness was at stake should this power within be dangerous and unmanageable. Despite his eagerness to get back to his students, he would not endanger them.
“Is it dangerous?”
Reginald seemed to be brooding over something before Harry’s question registered. “Not as much as we feared; with a little training, I can assure you it would be of little consequence. Training will have to wait until the little one is born, but the binding of your magic will temporarily solve the precariousness of your current state. This little one is quite strong, but I am stronger.” The old wizard’s eyes twinkled with delight, something that faintly reminded Harry of Dumbledore – though the man’s sheer clumsy nature was unlike his late Headmaster.
Harry started to wonder if this old wizard had lost all his marbles. He seemed a little crazier than he should be. Or maybe this was what happened when wizards got to be his age. Dumbledore had been a little crazy in his old age.
Harry was smiling as he watched with rapt attention as Reginald began to chanting in a language Harry wasn’t quite familiar with. His stomach glowed briefly before it dispersed. A sudden lightness flowed through him, lessening his burden as if he had been carrying a large weight in him.
“Well that should hold for a while,” the old wizard said with a smile. “A marvelous gift you have there, Harry. You are truly the-boy-who-lived.”
“That’s it?” Harry questioned as Severus came to sit beside him.
Reginald stood from the couch, scratching the back of his head with a yawn before staring downwards at Harry. “Yep,” he grinned as he replied. “Were you expecting something more? I’m sure I could manage a few fireworks if it’ll make you happy…” Reginald teased as he waved his hands through the air. Small bursts of color flowed from his hands.
“Reginald,” Severus warned. “If that is all, Minerva is expecting you to visit her office to report your findings.”
The old wizard gave a sideways smirk. “That woman could never resist me for very long.” Severus’ face morphed into disgust as Harry almost crumbled into giggles. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting. It was an honor to meet you, Harry. I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” The large man disappeared much in the same way he had appeared – quite suddenly.
“Well…” Harry started as he watched the green fade from the fire, “he was quite the interesting wizard.”
“Interesting does not quite accurately describe him,” Severus grunted with a small sigh. “Blithering idiots unfortunately do not become less so with age.”
“I kind of like him,” Harry replied with a smile. “He definitely doesn’t seem boring.”
Severus scoffed slightly, obviously in disagreement. “Regardless, he was able to bind your magic quite capably.”
“Yeah, it feels different. Lighter somehow.” Harry was still ungodly tired, but the pressure he had felt with the enormity of his magic was suddenly much lighter and made him feel like he could suddenly breathe again.
“I imagine that since we were able to achieve the binding of your magic, the Headmistress will see fit to reinstate you to your position though I would urge you to take some time to adjust to the other…changes,” Severus said, referring to Harry’s pregnancy with the small gesture of his hand.
Harry sighed deeply as he gave the other man a look of disinterest. He was tired of being cooped up in a room. The potions had, for the most part, settled most of his previous discomforts and teaching might prove a welcomed distraction from everything that had transpired.
As if bonding to his previous professor wasn’t enough to occupy his thoughts, now he was faced with a rare bloodline concentration and a future child that he was initially naïve he could carry. The last few weeks had proven quite the array of life-changing events that anyone who was not Harry might falter under.
There was very little that surprised Harry – simply because his entire life had been one surprise after the next. Despite the enormity of not only the bloodline coursing through his veins but also the steadily growing addition to their recently formed family, Harry was finding he wasn’t quite crumbling under the reality. Actually, he was rather interested in knowing more about both; however, he hoped to discover it slowly over time as opposed to the last few weeks.
He sincerely hoped that he could return to some normalcy after the last few weeks. While he was happy to spend some private time with the other wizard, it was time to move forward with his life. He hadn’t survived this far to freeze now.
*
The next morning, McGonagall contacted them and notified Harry that he had received permission to return to his position. Reginald had expressed confidently that Harry’s magic was well-bound and no longer a danger to the students. While Harry had been elated with the news, Severus was uncharacteristically hesitant. His older mate requested another week of observation before Harry returned to his position, and McGonagall had agreed whole-heartedly that it was an intelligent suggestion.
Harry wasn’t quite as amiable.
“I don’t see why you need to observe my condition when Reginald said I wasn’t a danger anymore. Isn’t he the chief advisor over such things?” Harry argued seriously.
Severus disregarded Harry’s growing temper as he continued to read through some material Harry could only conclude was for his research into the next series of potion’s Harry would need.
“Well?”
Severus closed the book with a small growl before settling his gaze onto Harry’s. “Be that as it may, it is my expressed opinion that you should be observed for a time to ensure that your magic is truly bound. Although, at present, it would seem that his belief was accurate. Your magic seems to have remained contained despite your heightened emotional state.”
“Then,” Harry started hopefully.
Severus interrupted him sternly. “If this containment continues for the next week, it would be clear that your magic was truly bound.”
“Why a week?” Harry finally asked in exasperation.
“A week will allow me to observe if there were any discrepancies with the current binding or if further action may be needed. Reginald had disclosed that your magic was unlike any other he had come in contact with. As with anything, that mere statement should warrant further action to ensure the magic was truly contained. If something should happen to a student, the guilt would consume you.”
Harry was about to argue, but that last statement had hit home. So, his mouth shut tightly, and he gritted his teeth in an effort to battle the building frustration. He may not like it, but what Severus had stated was true. If something were to happen to one of his students because of his eagerness to return to work, he would never forgive himself.
“You’re right,” he finally conceded. “One week then.”
Severus gazed at him steadily, obviously content to be the victor in this particular argument. “Very well. You will be allowed to venture out, but only with my supervision.”
The man’s lecture was cut short by the hoot of an owl. The bird settled onto the older wizard’s desk and offered a leg where a rolled piece of parchment was carried. After rewarding the bird, it took flight and disappeared back through the window.
“What’s that?”
“It would seem they have arrived upon a date for Draco’s trial,” Severus responded absently as he read through the details on the parchment. “It has been set for a month from now,” he stated evenly. “He is under direct house arrest until the time of the trial, but it would seem he managed to receive a release this very day. However, it has been stipulated that any attempts made in the meantime to contact you or I will warrant his imprisonment to Azkaban until trial.”
Harry’s body tensed. “He won’t though.”
“If he is intelligent,” Severus responded gravely, “though that has yet to be proven.”
“Yeah,” Harry said while biting his lower lip.
Severus rolled the parchment and discarded it to the side. “He will be unable to come onto the grounds. He has been revoked of his ability to, so unless you personally travel to Malfoy Manor, there is no possibility of your meeting.”
Harry nodded slightly. “I’m not worried.”
“Your face would say otherwise,” Severus responded seriously. “You forget that our connection affords me a window into intensified emotions you harbor. There is no shame to fear what is beyond our control.”
“I’m not afraid of him,” Harry said firmly. “But…there are certain things that I hope to protect, and if he somehow managed to come—“
“He will not.”
“But if he did,” Harry interjected once more, slightly agitated to be interrupted. “I would be worried not for myself…” His hand trailed slowly to his abdomen. “For this.”
Severus seemed to finally comprehend what his fear was stemming from. While they could discern emotion through their connection, there was still a certain amount of guessing involved. Every situation could afford a different understanding of those emotions. It was Harry’s unfortunate duty to clear up any misunderstanding Severus might derive from them.
“I have much of the very same apprehension,” Severus disclosed gently, his voice taking on a softer note that others would think him incapable of carrying.
Harry knew better though. In only a few weeks’ time, he had learned a great deal of what the other wizard hid behind his cool-as-ice exterior. Severus was just as capable as any to harbor affection to such a magnitude that it left Harry breathless.
An arm encircled his waist, drawing him towards the other instantly and situating him into Severus’ awaiting lap. Harry’s face flushed as he was suddenly faced with the embarrassment of being in such a position. Severus drew him forward, ignoring how stiff Harry became with the movement, and pressed gentle and warm lips to Harry’s own.
Finally relaxing, Harry returned the gentle, undemanding kiss, languidly tasting his partner as if this man was the only person – rather the only thing in the world.
Their lips moved slowly, like water lazily moving over sand, encompassing each other as completely with the movement as possible. Harry readjusted himself, drawing forward a bit more to paint himself to the other. His arms wrapped loosely around Severus’ shoulders as he continued to explore the man’s mouth.
His body was beginning to react to the proximity, urging him to deepen the kiss. He angled his head, tightening his hold on the other and slightly thrust his hips in a needy way. His gasp rang out against the stone, echoing around them when Severus began to respond back with the thrust of his own hips.
“Oh!” the surprised gasp startled them out of their passionate haze. “I…well, I never imagined, pardon me for intruding.”
Severus pulled away expressionlessly. He easily maneuvered Harry out of his lap and righted their clothing to hide any exposure of arousal. “Minerva. You have impeccable timing as always.”
“I really did not think…oh heavens,” she whispered while her cheeks erupted with a soft shade of pink. “My sincerest apologies.”
Harry wanted to find a hole and crawl inside it. Oh Merlin. Being seen was one thing. Being seen by his previous head of house and current employer, quite another.
“I assume you have come for a reason,” Severus offered as a way to dissuade any further embarrassment.
Harry was thankful that the other wizard was not easily mortified like he was. He was every possible shade of red by now and speaking was entirely out of the question.
“Yes,” she responded with a slight clearing of her throat. “I had hoped to speak with you about what Reginald imparted on me previously. I had hoped you were available to speak with, but I can come another time.”
“Since you have come already, now would be as good as any other,” Severus said evenly.
She was hesitating which was very unlike the older witch. Harry smiled finally, nodding his head in agreement and motioned to the couch. “It’s fine. What did he say?”
“Reginald is quite enamored with your magic,” she started as she settled into the couch and conjured a tray of cakes and tea. “He spoke of the rarity of your control over it and was also very…overcome with intrigue with the prospect of discovering to what might result with this particular concentration.”
Severus scoffed darkly at his side. “Meaning only that he intends to make an experiment out of Harry. I will have none of it, Minerva.”
“Calm down, Severus. That is hardly what his intentions are. Harry is something rather new to the bloodline. Whether it is the joining of the bloodline with an aeternum bond, or just Harry’s particular concentration, we will not know without further research. Reginald is simply suggesting that after the child is born that he is allowed time to comprehend just what we may or may not be dealing with.”
“I’m okay with it,” Harry quickly interceded so that Severus’ scowl didn’t turn into a verbal outburst. “After the baby is born though.”
“Of course. I am relieved that you are so receptive to all of this,” McGonagall said with a gentle smile. “Your ability to adapt to any given situation is why I admire you so.”
Severus crossed his arms tightly against his chest, obviously unhappy with Harry’s quick acceptance despite Severus’ clear opinion on it. Harry smiled towards the older wizard in amusement.
Severus might be the most intelligent wizard he knew, but the man certainly lacked maturity in a few ways – surprising as that may be. If Harry was ever to verbalize this notion, he was sure to burn where he stood. Chuckling, Harry turned back towards the Headmistress and enjoyed her company for another hour, making conversation over many things despite the continued sourness of his mate.
TBC…
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