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Making Happy	By : neelix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story that are from the Harry Potter books. I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Epilogue
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11. Where The World Spins

‘I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.’

~ Daphne Rae ~

Severus

This has to be the most foolish thing I have ever done.

When I say this to Hermione, she laughs and reminds me that I had once chosen to take the Dark Mark, which sort of puts things in perspective. I remain quiet while she straightens my collar and brushes imaginary Kneazle-hair from my jacket.

‘You look really handsome,’ she says, overly-brightly in my opinion.

‘This from a confirmed lesbian. I’m heartened.’

I turn to check myself in the mirror. I last wore this suit for Happy’s naming ceremony, charcoal grey to differentiate from my teaching persona. I’m wearing it now for similar reasons, because although I have moved on, the age gap between Harry and me feels immense. I choose not to say this out loud, because I know Hermione will point out that the same gap exists between us, too. It’s not the same.

‘Harry will fall at your feet,’ she says softly.

‘You say that as if it’s a good thing.’ I run my fingers through the lengths of my hair and toy with the idea of changing my mind yet again.

‘Well, you wouldn’t be going if you didn’t want something to happen, Severus.’ She takes my hand and turns me to face her earnest eyes. ‘It’s going to be fine. He still loves you, so relax and enjoy it.’

‘Romantic clap-trap,’ I mutter, but I cannot help the surge of excitement at her words.

‘Nonsense. You deserve to be happy, and Harry does, too.’

‘You have convinced yourself he will find his happiness with me, Hermione. You could both be disappointed.’

‘Do you love him, Severus?’

This is the question, isn’t it? The one I have avoided, the one we’ve tip-toed around, and the one I didn’t allow myself to think about. I pushed him away instead, not allowing myself to have even a glimmer of a chance to be fulfilled and happy in such a way. It had been so often denied to me in the past, I couldn’t believe it was truly mine for the taking then. And now…

‘Yes,’ I whisper finally.

‘Then you won’t allow yourself to disappoint him, will you?’ She kisses my cheek lightly, and I see the unshed tears in her eyes.

‘You are sure you want this? It will change things.’ I look at her closely. She was never able to hide her inner-most feelings from me. She smiles, and then laughs.

‘Severus, you are ridiculous. I want you to be happy. We will all be fine, whatever happens. Now go. You’ve kept him waiting long enough.’

I hug her on impulse. She has given me more than I would ever have hoped, and now, she is giving me a second chance. I owe her everything.

***

Harry

In my mind, I’ve played scenes like this over and over again. Severus, in my house. Sitting at my table, or with his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, his glasses perched on his nose as he reads the Daily Prophet in front of the fire. Or better still, asleep in my bed, his hair mussed from sleep, his long, tapered feet poking out from under the duvet.

The reality is far more intense than my imaginings. The house feels smaller with him in it, because no matter where I go, his presence fills every empty space. He seems tall, even though I know I’m not much shorter than him now. I take his overcoat and hang it on the hook by the kitchen door and try to think of something intelligent to say. It’s hard to get the words out when I look at him. I’ve never seen him look so bloody edible in my life, and my mouth goes dry. He’s made an effort, that’s for sure. The suit is elegant, the colour forgiving, but it’s the open collar of his shirt that grabs my attention, the flash of pale, smooth skin at his throat just slightly coloured by the scar of Nagini’s bite. I feel an urge to lick the exposed flesh, and my pulse starts to race even faster.

He’s smirking at me, and suddenly I’m back in the hallway, reality intruding on my daydream like a cold shower.

‘I’m being an idiot, sorry. Drink?’ I walk into the kitchen and pour two large measures of Jameson’s.

‘What is this?’ he says, sniffing the amber liquid before risking a taste.

‘Irish Whisky. Not as hot as Firewhisky, but smooth, warm and just as delicious. Try it,’ I say, trying to stay chirpy and ignoring the fact that all I want to do is kiss him.

He tastes a long sip, and I’m jealous that he’s touching the glass with his smooth, warm lips and not me. He darts the tip of his tongue out briefly, to catch the remnants of taste that remain, and I bite back the involuntary moan in my throat.

‘Not bad,’ he says. ‘You have good taste.’

‘I like to think so.’ I look into his eyes, and he as he smiles I feel myself relax.

He’s here. That means something. I feel suddenly brave and take a step towards him. I had toyed with the idea of letting Severus make the first move, but sod that. He looks far too delicious to avoid any longer. He doesn’t move, but I see a flash of unease cross his face briefly. I remember Hermione’s words clearly: he couldn’t bear being hurt again.

‘I promise I will never purposely hurt you, Severus,’ I say firmly. He closes his eyes so I can’t read him, something I remember from before.

‘Don’t,’ I say. ‘You have to look at me, or you won’t believe me.’

His eyes spring open, wary but bright, and I lift my hand, threading my fingers through his inky black hair and cupping his face with my hand. He sighs.

‘Harry…’ His voice is low, almost a whisper, and as our eyes meet I can’t help but smile.

We move together like we have been doing this for years, our mouths slightly open as our lips meet. He tastes so much better than my memory told me, his tongue probing gently as he cups my face with his warm, slim hands. God… I have wanted this for so long. I can feel his firm body pressing closer to mine, and my cock twitches in appreciation. I slide my palm inside his jacket, and hear his soft groan as my fingertips brush his erect nipple through the fabric of his shirt. He deepens the kiss and pushes me back against the wall, and suddenly I realise he has taken control. Oh, God… His hands are sliding down my body, and he’s cupping my arse now, flexing his fingers firmly as his tongue thrusts into my mouth. Delicious, firm, perfect… Oh, so perfect.

I want to stay right here for the rest of my life, but I can hear a buzzing sound beyond our moans.

Fuck it. I pull away reluctantly, lips hot and tingling. His eyes burn into me as he rests his forehead against mine.

‘Much as I would love to carry on, that was the cooker timer. Let’s eat.’ I say quietly.

‘That’s what I was hoping,’ he says. I feel the laughter before it breaks, and he chuckles deeply, pulling me to him warmly. I inhale him.

It feels like home.
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