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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: Fun fact – I have been writing Snarry for almost ten years! Talk about a long time to be in a relationship. I was so elated by the many reviews I received with the last chapter that I had to get this chapter finished immediately. Thank you again for all your support.
My work is unbeta'd so please forgive some of the errors.
Warning: Smex and heart-to-hearts and prats oh my!
To Protect
Chapter Thirteen
Harry awoke to a hot body against his own. The room was still bathed in darkness as he searched for the clock to give him the hour. Shifting, he began to leave the warm cocoon, but an arm wrapped around his waist and jerked him backwards. Severus pressed a soft kiss to his neck before tasting the lobe of his ear. Harry gasped as the man's hands rubbed small indistinct patterns over his protruding stomach.
“Perhaps I did not do quite enough,” Severus whispered into his ear huskily. “It would seem you are still capable of movement.”
“Oh gods,” was all he managed as Severus rubbed a hard length between his abused crease. The pad of a calloused finger rubbed over his now hardening tip, causing an unbidden moan to leave Harry's lips. The large hand stroked his flesh to life as the man's prick continued to rub relentlessly against him.
“Your body craves me, Harry,” Severus growled hoarsely into his ear as the speed of his strokes continued at a maddening slow pace. “It is pleading for me to imbed myself into you,” he whispered with a low growl as he thrust between Harry's globes. The sensation of it caused another gasp as Harry's body yearned just for that – to have the man thrust into him. Severus trailed hot wet kisses down the curve of his neck over an exposed shoulder, sucking momentarily at the soft curve leading down his arm. “Beg me for it, pet.”
Harry answered through the gasps of air, “Please.”
“To whom do you belong?”
“Only you,” Harry rasped as another shiver of pleasure traveled through him with a teasing slide against his entrance. He needed Severus – needed him so badly it was nearly driving him mad. His body was trembling uncontrollably in his arousal. “Just bugger me already!” Harry groaned.
“Ever the impatient Gryffindor.”
“Shut it you bloody git,” he growled as the older wizard pulled away momentarily. His body mourned the loss but only for a moment because Severus was immediately positioning himself, now fully lubricated, at his entrance. He almost cried out in relief as he was entered. The hand returned to his leaking erection, teasing his head with a swipe of a thumb before stroking him in time with the brutal thrusts. He had lifted his leg slightly, bending his other so the man had better access. Each thrust into him was hard and unrelenting like his lover. Severus pushed into him with abandon as their pace increased and their rhythm lost in the madness of their pleasure.
That devilish mouth tasted every part of reachable skin, sucking and darkening it. Harry was sure to be rubbing cream over every surface of his body to rid himself of the hickeys. No doubt, he would be angry later; however, in this moment, each hickey only caused him to yearn for it harder and faster. Severus changed their position in a swift movement, forcing Harry to his stomach and ramming himself into him in with the new angle. It hit his magic spot immediately, causing Harry to cry out in surprise, “Fuck!”
Harry grasped the bedding tightly as he was assaulted with incredible pleasure with every hard thrust. It felt like he was dying from pleasure; he was moaning, writhing, and screaming for Severus to end the torturous bliss. The man denied him release as he once more changed their position by turning Harry and forcing him into the older wizard's lap.
The amazingly deep penetration led to another bout of moaning. Severus leaned backwards onto his hands, Harry still in his lap, and thrust upwards.
“Oh fuck...oh Merlin,” Harry babbled as the thrusts sent his body upwards with the sheer power. He held onto the man's shoulders for dear life. Another thrust and Harry was near screaming but his throat had grown hoarse with overuse. “So good...good oh gods...good,” Harry rambled as each new thrust sent him hurdling towards his end. He was surely dying. Dying of pleasure. Finally, when he came, he imbedded his nails into his lover's shoulders and screamed his release. It was the hardest he had ever climaxed and it had him seeing stars with each powerful wave.
He collapsed into the older man, unable to move his body for it had gone to jelly and was no longer capable of movement. Severus helped him beneath the covers, tucking him into his now bathed with sweat form. Harry pressed a kiss to the long neck before him, reveling in how sated his entire body felt – how numb it was in the aftermath.
“Love you...” he breathed. The arms around him held him tightly as Severus placed a gentle kiss to his messy locks.
“And I you, Harry.”
o-o-o
The next morning, sure to his promise, Harry was almost entirely unable to move – even to the loo that he desperately needed. Harry groaned with frustration as he attempted for the fifth time to move.
“Severus,” he growled as he was once more left disappointed by his lack of movement. The pain in his arse was also a steady reminder that the older wizard had nearly split him into two from their passionate interlude. Bloody hell, the git had done it all on purpose! Severus chuckled from behind him, obviously enjoying his misery. Harry turned a glare towards the man before pouting a little more.
Severus helped him to sit up with a gentleness that was unlike him before offering him a series of potions to help with the aftermath of their passion. “Misbehaving Gryffindors can and will never outmatch a calculating and revenge seeking Slytherin.”
“Oh is that so?” Harry asked bitterly. “I guess that would be true. It is probably a lesson learned. Too bad I had some exciting news for you...but seeing as I am literally unable to move without feeling a violent burn in my arse, I have forgotten to just what it was.”
Severus's eyes narrowed onto Harry, but he ignored them as he made his way slowly and tenderly towards the lavatory. After the potions took affect, he was left with only the slightest ache for which he was grateful. He had decided a long shower was in order to let the older wizard stew a bit. It was lucky that it was Saturday and he was not needed in class as he inspected the numerous hickeys.
When he resurfaced, Severus was sitting upon the bed with a slightly conflicted gaze. It was soon drown in his usual inexpressive one when Harry made his way inside.
“What is this news you speak of?”
“Dunno,” he said with a shrug. “I have forgotten. Besides, I have to go apologize to Tobis for my missing our appointment.” Harry threw on a shirt and trousers before heading into the sitting room of their quarters. Severus was following closely as he made his way to the door.
“No need to be a child, Harry,” the man berated.
Harry rounded on his older lover, “It was not I who was acting as a child yesterday. Revenge is for children, Severus. Jealousy and lack of courtesy...those were all just as identifiably childish. Not everyone is out to get us...so to speak. There are great men and women out there, and I do not intend to brush others aside for fear they may one day betray me.”
The man's eyes darkened with rage, “I do not brush...others as you so ineptly put it, Harry. I merely am on the guard for you and our child's safety.”
“Protection is one thing, Sev,” Harry said as he pulled open the door. “Caging me so that I neither see nor speak to another individual is quite another.” He then left his tall, imposing lover as he made his way over to Tobis's rooms.
o-o-o
Tobis answered the door with a wide grin, obviously unperturbed by Harry missing their appointment. Stepping inside, the taller wizard showed him to the sitting room. There was a long pause before the brown-eyed wizard began to speak.
“I guess you were a bit busy last night?”
“I am truly sorry,” Harry replied eagerly. “I was held up and by the time I realized, it was quite late.” It was the truth, though not fully. Harry held back his near-slip of mentioning Severus because that would not bode well. Instead, he waited in nervousness as Tobis pondered his explanation.
“No worries mate,” the man finally chuckled. “Don't look like a scorned puppy. I won't snap at you.” Harry smirked as he gave the man a raised brow in response. “Okay, a very cute puppy with emerald-like eyes that could easily have me on my arse with a singular spell before I could even draw my wand.”
Harry was laughing despite himself. Tobis prattled on about puppies before they finally settled back into silence.
Harry broke in, “So what is this that you had to discuss with me?”
“Oh,” the tall wizard said as he stretched out his legs. “It is a rather private matter, really. I am a bit embarrassed to pose the question since it is mainly on assumption alone...” Harry motioned for the other wizard to continue, “Well honestly, I am in a bit of the dog house myself. Recently, my lover has become quite cold...and distant to me. It only started after I took the position here at Hogwarts. You see,” he paused with a quick scratch to the back of his head in a nervous habit, “he works in the Ministry and our hours and locations make it quite a challenge to meet up.”
Harry was stunned as the man finished. He had just finished telling Severus yesterday that not everyone shared their sexuality, but here was Tobis, gay by admission, and seeking Harry's advice on the matter. He groaned when he realized just what he would face if Severus were to know.
“So I...uh....concluded from yesterday that you and Professor Snape were maybe seeing each other?”
Harry sighed but nodded slightly. “We are.”
“Then,” Tobis perked as he looked over to Harry with an innocent smile, “you might be able to give me a bit of insight on how to proceed. I am quite afraid that my lover may decide to break it off between us.”
Harry disregarded the guilt he felt and immediately rested his full attention on his friend. He understood the solace it brought to have someone offering support especially in a homosexual love relationship. Though he doubted he was an expert, he could not deny the man that comfort. So instead he pondered it with every bit of his knowledge.
“Have you made efforts? Letters...visits?” Harry finally asked.
“Yes,” Tobis replied as he absently scooted forward toward Harry. “I sent him a fire call yesterday and received no response. The two days prior I sent letters and received no reply.”
“What does he do in the ministry?”
“Just a desk worker, really,” Tobis replied nonchalantly. “He has never worked any overtime in my experience.”
“How long have you two been...together?” It felt weird to be asking all these questions, but Harry was sure with the information, he could find some kind of advice he might be able to offer.
“Two years, six months, and seven days,” Tobis answered immediately. Harry had to laugh, and hard, at this. The man was beyond love-struck. It was quite endearing actually.
“Are you quite sure? Seven days is it?” he taunted.
Tobis gave way to a small blush before turning away and clearing his throat, “Yeah well...probably.”
“Well then,” Harry finally said after his laughter subsided, “it would probably be in your best interest to see him face to face. I realize that you just started here, but today while you are able to spend you time at your leisure, I would think you should probably rush over to find out what is wrong.” Harry breathed out. “I can't tell you what he may be thinking since I do not know him, but if it were me, I would want you to devote yourself the time to speaking in depth with me...in person.”
Tobis nodded and then stood abruptly, “You are right. I will go now.”
“Good luck,” Harry said while standing as well. After Tobis had disappeared into the Floo, Harry excused himself from the rooms and headed back to his lover who was no doubt still seething. His own advice had struck something within him. If he was to really solve these issues, first he needed to have a talk with Severus face to face. No more hiding and throwing accusations. Harry knew better than anyone that Severus did not trust lightly. Bloody hell, the man had been a spy for the Order for years and had seen the deceit first hand when another coward would go running to the Dark Lord for protection.
No, Harry knew better than anyone that Severus was guarded and cynical. However, Severus had shown over the past few months his trust to Harry; it was only fair that Harry give the man the opportunity to work through his nature – with Harry there to support him.
Finding that his steps were not fast enough, and though his legs protested, Harry took off at a run back to their quarters.
True to Harry's thoughts, the man sat at his desk jotting with an angry expression as he violate the student essays he graded. Harry felt a pang of sympathy for the few that received the man's wrath but quickly disregarded it as he made his way over. Severus ignored him, obviously brewing in his rage.
Letting out an audible sigh, he rested a hand on the savage hand tasked to mark. It stalled but Harry's hand was brushed away and it continued.
“Sev,” Harry said as he leaned up against the wood top of the desk. “Do you intend to ignore me the rest of the day or can we sit and talk about this?”
“If you mean to imply that I am at fault for you having no grace to stay otherwise,” Severus spat as he tore his eyes away from the page he marked, “then you are sorely mistaken. I did attempt to have a dialogue with you. It was you who ran out without that courtesy.”

“I did not run out,” Harry argued. “I was already leaving when you stopped me from going anywhere.”
“Do you find my attention on your well-being to be an annoyance, Harry? Is it so difficult for you to see reason for why I must be guarded especially with new parties whom we have little to no information on?”
“No,” Harry said firmly. “I do not find it difficult, but you have not been listening to my side of it either. I am not some kept woman,” Severus made to cut in but he silenced him with his hand, “and I do not appreciate your efforts to make me as such. I am just as capable of defending myself and our son.”
Severus began to argue but immediately his eyes had widened before he was rising and holding Harry by his shoulders. “Our son,” he asked intently.
“Yes, Severus,” Harry smiled, “our son.” His mouth was immediately devoured by an impassioned kiss before he was wrapped tightly up into the man's embrace. Then he was pushed a bit backward as his older lover stared down at him.
“I will not apologize for having made every effort to ensure your safety,” Severus replied softly. “However, I cannot fathom your being anything other than an insufferable Gryffindor who is kind to every person you encounter. I only ask that you discuss it with me and receive my opinion with the intention to take it into consideration.”
Harry gave way to another small smile, “Deal.”
Severus shook his head with an exasperated breath before once more resting his lips upon Harry's. It was several long moments of feeling each other – celebrating both their new understanding and the child who would now be their son. Harry felt a small flutter in his stomach and pulled away with a gasp. Looking down, he pressed his hand to his small protruded abdomen in hopes of feeling it again. Severus eyed him curiously. Another flutter and Harry was laughing and crying. Severus, who was use to the young wizard's random bouts of emotion, merely watched him quietly.
“I felt him,” he said in wonder. “I mean, I think that's what it was...” Harry mumbled as he moved his hand gently over the small expanded area.
The older wizard pressed a small kiss to the top of his head before placing his much larger hand over Harry's own. “Perhaps you need to eat,” Severus offered as he gently rubbed and then pulled away to conjure a tray. Harry did not argue as they were just freshly made up and he would not want to destroy the new peace that settled over them. Instead, he took a seat beside the older man and nibbled lightly at the meal.
o-o-o
Monday came without further incident. Things seemed to have settled as Harry prepared for the holidays. His lessons, though detailed, featured a few creatures that were especially active at this time of year. He idly pondered where they would go for the holidays. Seeing as Severus was not the party sort, he doubted that the man would want to go to the annual Weasley Christmas party with him, but he planned to ask any way. Christmas holiday began next week, and he was sure that he would receive his usual invitation from Molly for the event.
Tobis strode into his classroom with a face full of happiness. Harry could figure that the previous visit before had boded well for his large friend. Laughing, he gave the man a pointed stare, “Things go well?”
“Oh did they,” the man said with a slight smirk. “I was made busy all weekend.”
“Please spare me the details,” Harry laughed as the taller wizard wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Taking a seat he transfigured from a book, Tobis watched Harry with silent interest. Sighing, he pushed aside his lesson plan and turned to the man who was obviously in need of attention. “Question?”
“Nope,” the brown-eyed wizard replied with a grin, “just find you fascinating. It passes the time nicely.”
“If Severus heard you--”
A deep baritone cut in, “He would believe you with ulterior motives, Professor Nevertreel.”
“Oh hello Professor Snape,” Tobis replied coolly as Severus strode inside. “I trust you had a pleasant weekend.”
“Not without interruption,” Severus responded with a pointed sneer.
Tobis chuckled as he rose from his chair, “Well that's too bad. Mine was quite pleasant actually.”
“Interesting as that may be,” Severus sneered once more, “I have matters to discuss with Professor Potter. Private matters.”
“Oh,” Tobis said standing. “I'll just get out of the way then shall I?” Tobis sent Harry a half-smirk before leaving.
Harry shook his head as the man took the seat Tobis had previously transfigured. “Must he follow you around like mutt in heat?”
“Oh hardly,” Harry laughed, “he actually has someone.”
“His ever-adoring fans will rue the day,” Severus replied sarcastically.
Harry ignored the man's obvious distaste, “It was the reason he sought me out the other night.”
“Love troubles?” Severus grimaced. “How very...adolescent.”
“Just because someone seeks another out to discuss love does not make them adolescent Sev. Friendship is about supporting one another much like all relationships are. He needed support, and I was glad to offer it.” Harry paused at the man's gaze. It seemed Severus did not quite understand that notion. “Any way, what did you come by for?”
“I received an invitation to Draco's home,” the older wizard replied evenly. “He requested we join him for dinner next weekend.”
Harry cringed. He absolutely did not want to mix his still rampant hormones with Malfoy, but regardless, he was sure that Severus wanted to disclose the news of their expecting a child. Deciding to support his older lover, he nodded. “That would be lovely,” he said as if having a bad taste in his mouth.
Severus smirked at his reply, “Then I shall send our assertion immediately.”
“Oh and Severus,” Harry remembered his own query. “The Weasleys usually gather for Christmas every year...so I thought...”
“The Weasley brood...” Severus was once more sneering. “Though I cannot say I am too surprised by your request, it would delay the inevitable should I refuse it, and I am sure you would like to disclose the child to Molly and Arthur...” Severus pondered a moment before letting out an exaggerated breath, “If we must.”
“Oh brilliant!” Harry nearly yelled but quickly quieted. He could not, however, contain the smile of pure joy. Severus was going to come to the Christmas party...oh Merlin...Severus was going to be there amongst the chattering and pranks that usually took place. Harry suddenly felt a bubble of laughter. Oh Merlin, Severus was going to go mad with annoyance. He shook his head before smiling back over to his silent lover. The man was obviously restraining a remark or two, but Harry cared little. Nothing could spoil his mood.
o-o-o
The weekend came too quickly for Harry; he felt he was not yet mentally prepared for the remarks Malfoy was sure to offer upon the discovery of their expecting. Harry was not sure he would be able to contain the rage that was sure to follow if Malfoy said anything insulting. He was made to promise Severus that he would allow the man to deal with Malfoy, but Harry was not sure he could keep said promise.
He fixed his top, casting a quick glamor, and then met Severus out in the sitting room. The potion's professor had pulled out all the stops tonight. Crisp, dark trousers were complimented by an emerald button-down shirt. He had pulled his hair back in a tight ponytail that revealed the man's hard but handsome features. Black eyes met his own as he strode the short distance. Severus devoured his appearance, making very little effort to hide the desire in his eyes. Harry was suddenly hit with a slight modest thought before he was scooped up into his lovers arms.
“You are practically glowing,” Severus whispered intimately into his ear. “I have mind to disregard our dinner with Draco and take you straight into the bedroom.”
“Then why don't you?” Harry posed though it was more in an effort to avoid seeing Malfoy. Severus chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before turning towards the fire hearth.
“A gallant effort, Harry,” Severus threw the flew into the fire calling out Draco's home. “Shall we?”
o-o-o
Draco had donned a simple three piece trouser, shirt, and vest as they arrived into the home. Severus made his way to his godson, patting him affectionately on his shoulder in greeting though the squeeze at the end was a warning to keep his mouth in check for the evening. Draco comprehended the message as the understanding passed through their gaze.
“We are grateful for your invitation,” he said with a small smirk.
Draco passed a gaze over to Harry who had remained a few paces behind Severus since their arrival. Pulling the young wizard to himself, he wrapped a possessive arm around him. It was something he had noticed greatly since his discovery of Harry's pregnancy; he had grown quite possessive of the boy and absently sought his closeness whenever and wherever he could. It was quite unlike him to do such a thing, but he had changed greatly since his relationship with Harry had begun – though he loathed to admit it.
“It is an honor,” Draco took a small bow before showing them over to the dining room. Harry was stiff beside him and his hand massaged soothing circles into the small of his young lover's back in an effort to relax him. After their previous run in with Draco, he doubt the young man was quite fond of the idea of making light conversation. Still, he greatly appreciated how supportive Harry was in times such as these. Severus was determined to make his intentions known to his godson in hopes of settling this rivalry between the two wizards – not that he had much in line of hopes for such an occurrence.
“Your invitation could not have come at a better time,” Severus begun as he helped Harry into his seat before taking one beside his young lover. “There is a topic of great importance that I wish to impart on you.”
Draco rose a brow in intrigue. “Is that so, uncle?” The food appeared on the table before Draco continued, “I am quite interested to hear it then.” The smirk was not lost on him but he chose to ignore it. It was sure to morph quite dramatically into an expression of shock in only a few moments.
“It is my intention to bond with Harry.” The sharp clang of a fork meeting plate echoed into the room. Severus continued despite the interruption. “He is currently expecting our son which is due the summer of next year.”
Draco's eyes shot over to Harry as his expression shifted from confusion to a pure stupor. Harry had turned his gaze away with a slight blush, his food forgotten beneath him. Severus did not give way to an emotion though he vaguely wondered if his godson had lost all ability to retort – that would be a first. Severus restrained smirking in triumph.
“Potter...is...” Draco began to say after a long exaggerated pause, “...pregnant.” Then laughter broke out as Draco tilted his head back and let the emotion take hold of him. Severus narrowed his gaze.
“Do you find that amusing, Draco?”
“No,” Draco managed through the break in laughter, “just the idea...of the savior of the world...getting it up the arse...”
Harry banged down his hands on the table suddenly as he stood. His stare was full of hatred as he directed it at Draco. “Find that funny do you?” Harry's voice trembled. Severus chose this as his signal to cut in. He stood and pulled the trembling wizard into his side.
“I see that we cannot discuss this as adults, so we will take our leave,” he growled. His godson instantly quieted and gave the man a small guilty look. Severus was sure that Draco would apologize, but first, he needed to get Harry home. It had been an error on his part to bring his lover knowing that this could have been a possible outcome. Deciding he would deal with Draco later, he led his young lover to the Floo.
“Uncle,” Draco called out after them as he followed. Harry stiffened within his arms, but he did not pause in his stride as he sent a glare back at his godson.
“I had hoped you would be a bit more mature concerning such matters,” he hissed. “However, I was sorely mistaken in that belief. I will discuss this with you later.” He threw the powder into the fire and without another word, walked through.
TBC...
Hope you enjoyed...probably will be quick out with the next chapter since the ideas are just rushing through me!
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