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AN: A big ol’ thank you to those that reviewed. Now, I do my best, but I’m American…so I apologize if I don’t use British slang appropriately. I attempt to include it but sometimes, I stick with what I know. I’m looking forward to hearing what you think but here’s a chapter with a little smut to make you happy. I mean, let’s face it, it is their honeymoon phase.
Also, it’s been a long time since I’ve read the books, so forgive some (if not all) the mistakes that may stray from the original text. I fit it to suit my story.
Warning: Sevvy seems to have a healthy sexual appetite in this chapter. Heavy SMUT alert! And! Lots of fluffiness here!
Chapter Thirteen
*
Harry’s body felt heavy when he awoke early the next morning. Most of the weight was due to the heavily muscled arm weighing down his chest. Harry struggled to get out from beneath it by attempting to wiggle to the edge of the bed. Thankfully, he was rather close and accomplished removing himself beneath the imprisoning arm.
Severus stirred beside him. Dark hair fanned out above the older wizard’s head. His pale, porcelain-like skin glowed beneath the light streaming through a small sliver of the curtains. It illuminated the older man in a way that almost made him look angelic. His hard features were masked by the light and only the overall shape of him was discernable.
Harry nearly giggled at his own thoughts. Severus would think he was off his trolley if he said any of those thoughts aloud. It was true though. In his sleep, Severus appeared almost innocent.
The Potion’s Master face was, despite his age, fairly free of wrinkles though there were almost invisible scars that one could miss if they weren’t looking close enough; most would probably suffer severe repercussion should they try to get close enough. Harry never missed a singular one though. His eyes honed in on them as if he had been searching for them each time he gazed at his lover’s face. He had made it a habit recently to kiss any new scars he found.
This particular morning, he discovered three. Kissing the newly found scars, Harry smiled gently while wishing any phantom pain that had been there to disappear with the touch. It was corny, he knew. But it made him feel like he could actually – over time – vanish any pain that his lover suffered through the years. He wanted to remove any discomfort Severus had in the course of his life.
Dark eyes fluttered open. Obsidian depths regarded Harry curiously at first before the older wizard’s forehead crinkled. “Are you in the habit of watching others sleep, Mister Potter?”
“Only dark dungeon bats,” Harry returned with a smug grin.
Severus scowled. “Insolent brat.”
“Grumpy git.”
Severus balanced his body on his elbows as he cast a time charm. Sighing, he threw his legs out of bed and stood stark naked in all his glory at the side. “We must prepare to leave.”
Harry was momentarily stupid with the sight of his lover. He may have even drooled if not for the growl that interrupted his gaze and brought him back to reality.
“Oh,” Harry finally managed though his throat had gone dry. “Right. We…yeah, we should get ready.”
Severus watched him with momentarily before the wizard’s lips upturned in a small grin. As it was Severus, it looked downright evil. Harry swallowed the growing lump in his throat as Severus’ eyes grew more predatory by the second. When the other wizard began to return to the bed, Harry knew that he should have kept his eyes to himself.
“We have time,” Severus whispered devilishly as he grabbed one of Harry’s arms and pulled.
Harry stumbled forward, sliding on the sheets and letting out a surprised gasp. “Wait! We have to—“
Lips clashed against his own, silencing any protest Harry might have given way to. Lifting him bodily, Severus dropped Harry onto his back. The taller wizard straddled Harry’s body before once more pressing into him. Legs falling open, Harry submitted to his lover without further protest.
*
Harry had wanted to visit Hermione before they traveled to Snape Manor and settled in. He worried that she would give birth while he was occupied with the trial. Since he was unable to contact anyone that was not related directly to the trial while it commenced over the next couple of weeks, Harry wanted to see how she was.
They arrived to have not only Hermione but Ron greet them at the door. When Harry saw his best mate’s face flushed deep red and eyes nearly boggling out of his head at the sight of Severus, he almost broke down into a fit of giggles.
“P-professor S-s-snape,” Ron stuttered as he hugged a bit tighter to his pregnant wife. “W-welcome.”
“Mister Weasley. Misses Weasley,” Severus greeted seemingly uninterested by the astonishment of their host.
They were led inside by Hermione as Ron had continued short-circuiting at the doorway. She ignored him which only made Harry want to laugh more.
Severus helped Harry into his seat – as he always did – but this time in garnered the attention of his best mate Ron who was currently staring with even wider eyes than before and a mouth that couldn’t seem to close.
Ron was ignored by his grumbling pregnant wife as she did her best to get into her own seat. She was so large with their children that getting up and down seemed quite the feat. Finally – ignoring Severus’ look of bemusement as he stood – Harry walked over and helped Hermione into her chair.
This seemingly caused Ron to start working again. He immediately dashed to Harry’s side and consequently assisted in helping his glaring pregnant wife into her seat. Hermione gave Harry a small smile of thank you and then turned to her husband with a pointed glare to which Ron blushed sheepishly at her.
“You knew that he would be here,” she growled. Oh no. Pregnancy hormones had turned her into a growling beast. “Stop acting as if it’s some sort of surprise that he is.”
“Sorry,” Ron apologized sheepishly. He turned towards Harry and clapped a hand to Harry’s shoulder in his usual way. “It’s great to see you mate. Sorry about missing your last visit. I was away for work.”
“No problem, Ron,” he responded in kind before retaking his seat on the couch next to Severus.
Severus’ hand touched his affectionately before retreating. It was brief, but their hosts hadn’t missed it by the smile that grew on the pregnant witch’s face and the reemerging flush on Ron’s. Harry felt his own flush begin to heat his cheeks.
He had never expected that one day Severus would be here with him, touching him so openly, and making it very clear that their bonding was mutual. It made him want to cry. And laugh. And blush like some sort of bride. He was entirely too happy. He prayed that this happiness wasn’t fleeting like most of his previous happiness had been.
“So,” Ron started, clearing his throat and attempting to ignore his still bright red cheeks. “How have you been?”
“Very well,” Harry responded. The conversation starting out rather dry, but it was actually sort of nice not to head right into the nitty-gritty from the beginning. “You look positively miserable though, ‘Mione.”
“I am,” she groaned with a small smile. “I never sleep anymore. No matter what I do, these little brats keep kicking me.” She rubbed her large swollen stomach affectionately. “They had better not make me wait long.”
“I hope not,” Harry agreed with his own gentle smile. “Though, I would be quite upset if they came before I could see them.”
“Oh,” she said with a small look of recognition. “Yes, you are due to go to trial in a few days. I’ll make sure these brats do not come early for their Uncle Harry. Will you be alright?” she said, referring to his current pregnancy.
“Yes, we will be staying at Snape Manor in the meantime,” Harry responded.
Severus had relaxed some beside him. Had even taken to getting both of them a cup of tea and a cookie or two. Harry had his cup handed to him with a small plate of sweets. He turned towards the man when he saw that his plate was nearly piled high with them.
“I hardly need this many,” he said, holding his plate up.
Severus’ face twitched as he did his best to remain expressionless. The side of his lip raised against his best efforts, however. “I simply insured you did not want for more.”
“Uh-huh,” Harry said with a small glare. “You think I’m sort of…sweet freak.”
“Without a doubt.”
“Insufferable git.”
“Argumentative brat,” Severus returned.
“They’re in their own little world, aren’t they?” Ron whispered to his wife. “I never imagined that Snape could be like that…”
“I can hear you quite clearly, Mister Weasley,” Severus stated, nearly sending the red-headed wizard from his chair.
Ron’s voice cracked. “S-sorry sir.”
“You do seem quite…affectionate,” Hermione stated in a sort of musing tone.
“’Mione,” Ron groaned with a small shake of his head.
Harry laughed as Severus’ face drew down into a sneer, and caused Ron’s face to further blanch. Hermione grinned at Harry. As the other two worked out their facial expressions, Harry and Hermione enjoyed a small cup of tea and conversation between them.
*
Severus would never admit this to his young lover, but he quite enjoyed the hour they had spent with that insufferable red-headed wizard and know-it-all witch. Despite his initial misgivings of the visit, it had been sufficiently pleasant. He would never say so. He did not wish to see his young Gryffindor lover look at him with that arrogant grin of his – as if knowing that it was only the natural course of things.
Severus was not social. Could never be social. However, something about Harry made him want to be. To fall into conversation with another – of the boy’s choosing – just to see those subtle smiles that his mate would give way to as a result. To act every bit as affectionate in public as Severus was behind closed doors in hopes of seeing a beautiful blush bloom on his innocent young lover. To proclaim to the world that Harry was his and his only. However, that last bit had been accomplished with the previous article.
As unbecoming as it was of the old dour Potion’s Master, Severus had enjoyed how content his bonded had been during the visit. Severus did not miss a smile that erupted nor the soft, raspy chuckles of his young lover at that insufferable red-headed Weasley’s reactions. Even finding that he himself could not suppress a small smirk or two at the imbecilic Weasley’s rash behavior.
The mere pleasure of his bonded at the visit was enough to cause a wide-spread warmth in Severus’ chest. Another unfortunate consequence of this attachment he had for the boy. Severus was almost inclined to sneer at his own reactions. Alas, he was becoming some sort of love-sick adolescent despite being twenty years the boy’s senior.
Shaking away his thoughts, Severus led Harry to Snape Manor where they were to stay until the trial finished. The manor held many uncomfortable memories within its walls, but Severus had a feeling that simply by bringing the boy there, he would manage to overwrite those horrible memories with everything his bonded created in him. Dare he say it? Happiness.
*
The large house sat in a deep part of forest. The surrounding trees served as a sort of barrier from the outside world. Harry was uncomfortable with the darkness that surrounded the large home though he would never say it out loud. Gryffindors were supposed to be courageous, and he doubted that there was anything even close to as frightening as Voldemort here. However, the house stood stagnant against the black surroundings, giving an eerie feel. As if the home itself was dark and unwelcoming.
As they passed through the large iron-gate, Severus explained that the house had a very strong protective barrier and remained invisible to those that may travel through here. Essentially, it substantially increase this desolated, isolated feeling that oozed from the expansive house and grounds.
When they entered, an old and rather unhappy looking house-elf greeted them at the door. Harry turned towards Severus, glaring slightly with the sight. “I hope he is paid.”
“He has been in the service of the household for a great deal of time, Harry,” Severus started with a small sigh. “Despite my giving his freedom, he refuses to leave or accept any form of payment. This is Vol. Vol, this is Harry Potter, he and I have recently bonded and will be remaining here, as we discussed, for a short time.”
“I is Vol, Master Potter,” the growling elf proclaimed with a well-practiced bow. “Vol is now aware of your bonding to Master Snape and welcomes Master Potter.”
“Um,” Harry said slightly startled by the deep voice. “Thank you. It’s an honor to meet you, Vol. You can just call me Harry though.”
“Vol could not possibly refer to Master Potter so intimately,” the old elf responded with a small shake of his head. The wrinkles in his face deepened with his scowl. “Vol has prepared your meal in the dining room.” Another bow.
“Thank you,” Severus intervened. “You are dismissed for the day.”
The house-elf looked on in confusion but bowed politely before vanishing with a crack. Harry let out the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. He had forgotten that there may be a house-elf, but he never imagined that it would feel so unpleasant.
“He is unaccustomed to company,” Severus stated as he led Harry towards the dining hall. Their luggage was sent to their room before they had arrived.
Harry smiled at his older lover. “I can’t imagine why…”
“Intolerable brat,” Severus growled.
Harry chuckled deeply. “Unsociable git.”
*
Their lunch had been comfortable despite their dark surroundings. Severus had divulged that he had not redecorated the home in some time which was why many of the furnishings were aged so greatly. Harry hardly cared. It was the atmosphere of the home that felt so unwelcoming. It was as if the very structure itself detested their being there.
Harry followed dutifully after his taller companion to their room which was located down the lengthy hallway. There was an uneasiness growing inside Harry’s stomach knowing that they would stay here for weeks before returning to their true home. When they entered the room, Harry was caught immediately off guard by a sudden passionate kiss.
His mouth was pried open, body slammed firmly against the wood of the door, and wrists bound tightly above his head. It had been surprising to say the least, but the pure desire and lust he felt in the action had his own body responding almost instantaneously.
Hands moved over the layer of his clothing, kneading the flesh beneath with practiced touches. Every one of his groans were swallowed by the powerful mouth against his. Fingers continued to divest him of his shirt, then his trousers, until he was left bare and aroused, barely holding himself upward against the wooden door.
Harry managed to get the first few buttons of Severus’ shirt undone before he was once more battling tongues with his taller and rather brash lover. Severus’ hair cloaked their faces as he continued to dominate Harry’s mouth with hot, arousing kisses. Clinging to the other wizard, Harry attempted to regain a semblance of control but was sadly disappointed. Seemed that Severus would have none of it today.
Harry was lifted, legs hugging the lithe, strong waist of his bonded and arms encircling the width of the wizard’s heavily muscled shoulders. Severus deposited him roughly to the awaiting bed before snaking over him and pressing hot kisses to any expanse of flesh he traveled over. Harry’s spine curved when the other wizard nibbled a particularly sensitive spot, moaning softly as pleasure jolted from the spot and straight into his groin.
Severus was a beast when it came to sex. The man was nearly insatiable, and his experience was assuredly vaster than Harry’s. Harry didn’t quite enjoy that his lover was so knowledgeable about deriving pleasure from his partner, but he wasn’t exactly complaining either.
The hot furnace of his previous professor’s mouth engulfed his harden flesh, tasting it with an expert tongue. Fire shot straight through Harry’s body, curling his toes as the assault continued. His lower belly coiled with heat as he watched, entranced by the sight of the powerful wizard between his spread thighs.
Dark depths captured his own when the man’s tongue tasted the deep red crown of his prick. Harry groaned at the sight. His fingers weaved into the silky tresses, grasping them and keeping them from concealing his lover’s face as the heat in his belly swelled almost impossibly. His erection throbbed with the oncoming orgasm, causing Harry’s head to fall back and mouth give way to short pants and groans of warning.
“Com—Coming!” he gasped, spine bending impossibly as a hot wash of pleasure flowed over his body.
The other wizard swallowed him whole. Drinking him. Consequentially causing more jolts of hot pleasure to shoot through Harry. His body jerked with each unbearable wave. And as if released from a spell, Harry’s body collapsed back into the sheets, satiated beyond comprehension and numb to the very core.
Severus kissed a trail up from his abdomen to his sensitive nipples. Harry groaned at the familiar feeling of fingers penetrating him, slicking him with warm lubricant. His body was slow to respond, but he could feel the subtle stirs of pleasure. Severus’ mouth suckled at a pert nipple before trailing upwards until finally resting on Harry’s slightly agape mouth.
“Finished already, Harry?”
Harry wasn’t given a chance to answer, merely groan as the fingers inside him increased and curled into that hard pleasure spot inside.
“N-no,” he attempted to deny after the pleasure had subsided slightly.
Another groan. Severus’ fingers shifted against the nub of pleasure and caused Harry’s breath to catch. Severus watched him with darkly amused eyes. Harry’s mouth fell open into another gasp when the other man intentionally slid over his prostate again and again.
“W-wait,” Harry gasped as the pleasure became almost painful.
Severus kissed him hotly while removing his fingers. “I think not. For you see, I am not a very patient man.”
Harry groaned as the man’s large prick penetrated him slowly, causing his body to shudder with the familiar pleasure. “Sev’rus…need a break…”
“You will get nothing of the sort,” Severus replied rather breathless himself as he fully sheathed himself within Harry. “Gods, you are so tight…”
“Bas--!” The older wizard’s hips jerked backwards and then slammed home, causing another unbidden moan from Harry.
Their bodies continued to connect almost violently for several long minutes. Harry clutched at the bedsheets desperately as his body jolted and jerked with the increased pleasure. It was almost painful. However, this nearly violent coupling made his entire body come alive with pleasure, arousal, lust, desire until it was almost too much to handle.
Every moan, every groan that Harry gave way to was of unfathomable desire for his bonded. He would thrusted back, rolling his hips and urging his lover on as his desire for more grew to near insanity. He wanted this. Needed this. Every wash of pleasure. Every jolt of sensation. Everything that his lover could give him.
Harry’s breathing had shallowed so much it closely resembled hyperventilation. He was gasping with great effort as the thrusts into his body grew more powerful and desperate each second. He clung to Severus, nails imbedding into the flesh and cried out breathlessly as his orgasm neared.
“SEV!” he screamed as his body arched and slammed against Severus’. Hot seed shot between them and coated their sweat-slickened skin.
Severus thrusted a few more times before stiffening and holding Harry tightly against himself. Filling him with his own seed. “Harry,” the other wizard breathed as he continued to milk the orgasm with a few shallow thrusts.
When they finally collapsed, Harry was barely conscious. Their coupling had nearly caused him to faint, and he was still seeing spots in his vision.
Severus seemed just as taxed by it as the necessary spells had yet to be done, and they merely laid there soiled and desperately panting against each other.
Finally, they managed to clean themselves. Harry opted for a shower since cleaning spells could only do so much, and he wanted to wake himself up a bit. After he was done, he found Severus sitting up in bed with a small journal Harry had recognized from the other time.
Crawling over, Harry laid out beside the older wizard and yawned deeply before settling. “Are you feeling alright?” Harry finally asked. Severus looked rather stiff.
The book closed before the other wizard was regarding him with a slightly regretful look. “I should be the one inquiring that very thing of you. Did I hurt you?”
“Must we do this every time?” Harry sighed. “I’m fine. The baby is fine. Poppy said that…as embarrassed as I was to ask… none of those activities could affect the little one.”
“I doubt very seriously she suspected that level of brutality with our coupling, Harry.”
“Maybe not,” Harry replied with a small smile. “Though I quite like it that way…”
“I fear for your masochistic tendencies,” Severus admonished gently. “Yet, you did request I…I should not have forced you after you—“
“If I didn’t really want it,” Harry interjected firmly, “I would have made you stop, Severus. I am quite powerful, I’ll have you know. I may not seem that way, but I would’ve made sure if I was truly unhappy with the…pacing…I would’ve made you slow down or stop.”
It was Severus’ turn to sigh. He watched Harry for a moment before nodding. “Very well. As much as it pains me to admit it, I seem to lose all sense when I am with you in such a fashion. I will strive to control myself.”
“Please don’t,” Harry said laughing. “I really like it. Honest. I kind of…well it’s flattering to know I can make you lose all sense as you say.”
“Impertinent brat.”
“Grumpy old git,” Harry said with a huge smile.
*
They had met with the investigators early the next morning to go over briefly what the next couple of weeks would entail. It was all very boring to Harry. He understood that what had happened required him to be involved, but he wondered why anyone would voluntarily do these things day after day.
They arrived shortly after lunch at Snape Manor – its appearance just as unwelcoming as it had been the first day – and were immediately greeted by Vol upon their entry.
“Masters,” Vol welcomed with a bow, “Vol has prepared lunch.”
“Thank you, Vol,” Harry said with a smile that was returned with a scowl from the old house-elf.
Vol disappeared with a crack as if insuring that Harry would be unable to say anything further to him. He was a hard shell to crack, but Harry was determined to get the old house-elf on his side even if it meant seeking that little grumpy elf out himself.
“I fear the inspiration behind that face of yours,” Severus proclaimed sarcastically beside him.
Harry’s face morphed into a scowl. “Sod off. I’ll get him to warm up. You’ll see.”
“I await the day with bated breath. Be assured,” Severus returned with a small smirk.
Harry ignored the way the sarcasm was nearly dripping from every word that Severus spoke and plowed on ahead to the dining room. The lunchtime spread was inspiring quite the grumble in his stomach and without further conversation, he started to serve himself a plate.
*
It was the evening before the trial, and Harry had immersed himself in some literature for his classes. He sat comfortably on the sofa, absently nibbling at a scone and gazing intently at the text in his book. The crack of an elf caused his eyes to jerk from it before Vol stood before him, offering him a plate.
“Master Potter must not leave crumbs on the floor,” the old house-elf grumbled. “Master Potter has crumbs all over Master Potter’s shirt.” The elf quickly deposited the half-eaten scone onto the plate, placed it with a crack to the table, and then grumbling, wiped away the crumbs adorning Harry’s red jumper. “Is Master Potter a child?”
Harry flushed sheepishly. “I just wasn’t paying much attention,” he argued lamely. The old house-elf’s large, dark eyes regarded him with scorn. “Really! Sheesh, Vol. You’re just like Severus…always chiding me.”
“Vol raised Master Snape,” Vol disclosed as he vanished the crumbs as if they were never there with another snap of his fingers. “Master Snape’s etiquette is finely tuned unlike Master Potter’s.”
“No surprise there,” Harry retorted grumpily. “I was never taught etiquette.”
“Or simple manners,” Vol added softly.
Harry laughed deeply. “You’re just as grumpy as Severus is.”
The old house-elf regarded him with another scowl, muttering something under his breath, before he disappeared with a deep crack. Harry breathed out deeply but found himself smiling. Seems that Vol did practice a bit of freedom. The grumpy old elf was unable to ignore bad manners, and it made Harry was to laugh. Actually, he did chuckle with the thought just as Severus entered the room.
“Was Vol just here?”
“Oh yes,” Harry said smiling. “He’s…quite like you actually.”
“And that pertains to what exactly?” Severus came to sit beside him, taking a cup and filling a bit of tea for himself.
“Grumpy. Unsociable. Finds me insufferable.”
“Quite,” Severus retorted with a small upturn to the side of his mouth. “Vol has very little patience for childish antics or lack of etiquette. Very much my mother’s fault, unfortunately. He has grown unsociable with age, I fear. It would seem that, very like myself, he is, against his best efforts, growing quite fond of you.”
“Oh?” Harry asked, unable to keep the excitement from his voice.
“He requested that he might teach you proper etiquette. Stating that you severely lacked any basic skills and would thereby become an embarrassment to myself and the Snape name,” Severus stated evenly despite the growing upturn of his mouth.
“And how is that in any way saying that he is growing fond of me?” Harry questioned angrily. He only gathered a great many insults by what Vol said.
“Vol, like myself, does not pay any mind to those that he does not care for,” Severus responded with a deep chuckle. “Despite his phrasing, he is quite taken with you and wants you to portray yourself as any true Snape would. Your name will be, as it were, hyphenated with ours. If he cared little for you, then he would not be so inclined to bother himself with such things.”
“Well he cares for you,” Harry pointed out quickly. “Grumpy old men need to stick together and all that. I think that just means he doesn’t want me embarrassing you.”
Severus shook his head with another deep chuckle that did unbidden things to Harry’s body. “He would not offer himself, merely suggest I teach you, if he was not fond of you.”
“Oh.”
“So it would seem you accomplished quite the great feat with causing even a house-elf like Vol to fall victim to your charms,” Severus proclaimed dryly.
“You don’t sound too happy about it,” Harry grumbled petulantly.
Severus responded only by leaning in and capturing Harry’s mouth in a startlingly mind-blowing kiss. Harry was left nearly brainless after the older wizard finally pulled away.
“I do not share,” the other wizard whispered hotly. “Nor do I enjoy others growing fond of what is mine.”
“That’s really childish, you know. I never imagined you could be this possessive,” Harry responded lazily.
Severus stared at him intently for seconds before responding. “Nor I. It seems I am discovering quite a few unsavory characteristics about myself by merely being with you.”
Harry shrugged contemptuously. “At least you’re a little nicer than before. Being with me is the best thing—“ Harry was silenced by another domineering kiss that stole the very breath from him. Embraced tightly against his lover, his mouth and body were further dominated by his Potion’s Master.
TBC…
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