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To Protect	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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AN: Fun fact – I am a serious hopeless romantic and it shows in my stories. My husband and I have been married over five years now with three kids with an absolutely perfect marriage. Forgive my hopeless romantic ways, but enjoy it any way!
My work is unbeta'd so please forgive some of the errors.
Warning: Weasley-alert! Stolen kisses and naughty Severus!
To Protect
Chapter Fourteen
They sat after their venture to Malfoy's house in silence. Harry had calmed considerably since their return, but the topic would refresh his previous anger and he would go into a lecture of obscenities. So instead, they sat in silence. Severus rose and pulled a large pitcher of amber liquid from a cabinet near the fire hearth. After pouring himself a bit of the liquor, he offered a small glass to Harry.
“I can't drink it,” Harry said while refusing the glass. “...the baby,” he added. Severus nodded his assertion before downing the glass that had been originally for Harry. Sighing, Harry readjusted on the couch and broached the topic he was sure would once more make his blood boil. “So, I should have handled that better,” he muttered over to his lover who was leaning against the mantel while sipping at a new glass of Fire Whiskey. “I know that Malfoy...er, Draco is prone to...immature reactions,” Harry cleared his throat and forced down the numerous amount of horrid names he would rather call that arrogant prat and continued, “and I should have let you take care of it.”
Severus watched him with a curious brow before giving way to a small smile. “Perhaps I should have spoken on the matter alone with Draco. I do not excuse his inappropriate behaviors, but I was quite aware that it was a reaction he could very well have put forth. I apologize for persuading your company,” Severus finally said as he took another sip. “I actually found it quite humorous to look upon his guilty conscience. It is not often that he truly regrets, but when he does, it is quite apparent in his expression. I will speak with him, alone, upon my next visit and sort out this immaturity even if I must beat it out of the little brat.”
Harry ignored the pang of jealousy he felt with the small endearing note Severus gave way to when speaking of Malfoy. He attributed it to the fact that Malfoy had not only lost his father to Azkaban but was often on the end of quite terrible gossiping for that relation. So, being the man he was, he let it all go and shot his lover a small smile of his own.
“Well then,” Harry said rising, “with that settled, I'll be heading for bed.” He left the room and tucked himself into the amazing warmth of their bed. He had not eaten nor did he intend to. He was sure to receive another lecture upon his appointment with Poppy at the end of the week; for now, he just wanted to sweet relaxing bliss of sleep.
o-o-o
They had packed a great deal in little under an hour as they prepared to go to the Burrow. Molly had received his reply and instantly flooed him to express her pure excitement that Severus Snape was to be there this year. She had, often, in their conversation asked the reason for the reclusive man's joining, but Harry left it to 'he simply wanted to see everyone' which was met with a laugh and then scorn for telling lies from the older witch. Yeah, he would not believe him either.
Severus, for the third time that day, was cursing lightly to himself as he prepared his things. “Must we stay there? I do not see a need for inhabiting in that circus longer than I must.”
“Well that's how I have always done it,” Harry said with feigned exasperation. He was actually quite enjoying the man's pouting – it made the taller wizard appear rather normal. “I have always gone for an entire week before this...well the entirety of the holiday and spent my Christmas with them. Charlie will be visiting this year and George. They were quite busy last year and could only show for the day of Christmas.”
“Oh how lucky we are,” Severus spat sarcastically, “that we are to enjoy the company of all the Weasley children.”
“Well they are like family to me,” Harry reasoned, “and I want them to meet the man I love even if they already know you...sort of.” His broad grin was met with a small sneer from his partner before they shrunk their belongings and pocketed them. “Well I believe Misses Weasley is waiting,” Harry said while smiling at the taller wizard. “Shall we go?”
“Onward to my death,” Severus replied sarcastically.
Harry smirked as he threw the floo into the fire, “No need for dramatics, Sev.” They disappeared into the flames and resurfaced into the loud bustle of bodies and voices of the Burrow. George was chasing after a small broom that had gone astray; Charlie sat drinking a small cup of tea, lifting his feet as the rebellious little broom swept its way beneath him. Ginny was laughing with a taller wizard Harry did not recognize – it was more than likely here new beau. Hermione was chastising Ron for his lack of manners before she was nearly running to Harry's side.
“Oh Harry!” she said enthusiastically. “How are you feeling? Was flooing okay? Oh,” she stopped as she looked over to Severus who was scowling at the theatrics in the room. “Professor Snape,” she greeted formally due to their current company, “thank you so much for coming.”
“The pleasure was mine,” Severus replied coolly before moving to the side of the room less inhabited by bodies.
Hermione leaned in with a small smile, “He must really love you, Harry.”
“Yeah,” Harry gave her a goofy grin before he was led off to the kitchen to greet the rest of the family. Molly was cooking and immediately slammed down her ladle to give Harry one of her tight hugs.
“Oh my,” she said pulling away and looking down. “Harry...” the small sparkle in her eyes was met with his own smile. He had not glamored his stomach for this reason. Her eyes met his in the silent question before tears began to collect in her eyes. “Oh Harry...how absolutely lovely!” she finally cried out as she pulled him into another hug. “Oh how absolutely glorious this is! Do you need anything? Are you hungry?” the note of endearment in each word struck Harry straight into his heart. He was crying by this time as she took him to the table and sat him down with a hot cup of herbal tea. “Now you just sit right there, and I will get you a little bite. GEORGE,” she screamed to the red-head chasing the broom, “enough with the broom!”
Harry laughed as he watched Severus enter the kitchen looking profoundly out of place. The man walked up beside him before addressing Molly, “I am truly grateful for allowing me to join you this holiday season.”
“Oh Severus,” she said as she came over to him, “you are more than welcome! I am truly surprised, though...” she looked over to Harry with a smile, “now I understand quite well. Though it is not for me to say, we are truly grateful and welcome to the family.” Harry laughed as the man stood stock-still before nodding and pressing a hand to Harry's shoulder.
“I should have known there was no sense in concealing it from you Molly,” Severus smirked. “You have always been rather gifted in such observations.”
“Well I should hope so,” she laughed as she returned to her previous task. “Are you hungry, Severus?”
“Yes,” the man took a seat beside Harry, “I am indeed quite famished. Thank you Molly.” The courtesy that Severus offered showed his respect to the witch in many ways and it made Harry undeniably happy. The very person he had hoped would be approving gave it to him without question. He felt the tears resurface and quickly swiped them away. If Severus had noticed, he pretended he did not.
After the small meal, Ginny came into the kitchen and greeted Harry with her wizard in tow. The large man had dark-brown tresses and a slightly crooked smile. However, he seemed like a nice gentleman as his hand wrapped loosely around her small waist. “Hello Harry!” she said as she ushered her new beau over. “This is Rodrick Green, my boyfriend.” The man bowed slightly, in a manner that had Harry smiling – it was rather clumsy. Her eyes jerked to the man at the table and she gasped slightly. “Professor Snape,” she said breathlessly and taking a slight step backwards. “I did not realize you were here.”
“Ginerva,” Severus replied as he turned black eyes towards her.
“Oh,” she smiled. “Well then, hello.”
Harry shook his head at the awkward exchange before directing his gaze on the witch. “It is nice to see you...and to meet you Rodrick. I am Harry P--”
“Harry Potter,” the man said. “Of course,” he came over and shook Harry's hand, nearly taking it out of socket as he did. Harry heard the small growl from Severus before the man was prying Rodrick's hand from his own. Ginny looked much like she had been petrified as she stood there watching Severus once more take his seat. Then her eyes were on Harry asking questions that Harry was not quite ready to answer at this moment. “Oh forgive me,” Rodrick said as he pulled away. “Sometimes the excitement causes me to be a little...”
“Brutish,” Ginny offered with a kiss to Rodrick's cheek. “Its cute.” The larger man flushed before clearing his throat.
“It is a great honor to meet you Mister Potter sir,” he rambled. Severus was sighing in exasperation but Harry ignored it as he nodded to the other man.
“And you too Rodrick.”
“Just Rod is fine,” the clumsy wizard laughed.
“Ginerva,” Molly said as she finally turned towards the conversation, “show Harry and Professor Snape their room.”
“Their room?” she asked before receiving a rather pointed glare from her mother before nodding. “Oh yeah, er, follow me.” She led them up the stairs to a room that had been put together it seemed quite elaborately. No doubt, Molly wanted to make sure that Severus was comfortable. She must had suspected that they would be staying together as there was only one large bed within the room.
“Wow,” Harry said as he set their belongings down after resizing them. Severus merely stood just outside the threshold. It was probably a continuation of a nightmare for his older lover to be staying at the Burrow. He smiled to himself before turning to Severus after Ginny made her escape. “Not so bad.”
“Hm,” the older wizard grunted before coming inside and closing the door behind him. Severus stood before him instantly and checked his arm. “Did that imbecile hurt you?”
“I'm fine,” Harry said as he leaned up to press a kiss to the man's cheek. “I see you have survived so far...” he teased.
“Just barely,” Severus remarked before pulling Harry towards him and capturing his lips in a hot, passionate kiss. Harry held back the moans that were threatening to escape as a tongue claimed his mouth in fervor. When the older wizard pulled away, Harry was lax and lust-filled. Oh bloody hell, the things Severus did to him with just one kiss. Lazily looking up to the older wizard, he was graced with a smirk. “Does time and place mean nothing to you Sev?”
“I do not understand to what you speak,” Severus responded with a hint of mischief dancing in obsidian depths. “A bedroom is quite appropriate for ravishing ones partner.”
“Uh huh,” Harry responded with a small chuckle. “Well should we go back downstairs.”
Severus pondered for a moment before leaning forward and capturing Harry's lips. The kiss took him by surprise and so did the stray hand that slid beneath his shirt and skimmed over his torso. Harry gasped and pulled away to a smirking potion's professor.
“The Weasleys are downstairs,” Harry whispered harshly.
“Precisely,” Severus responded as he drew up against Harry, his hands once more straying beneath the fabric of his shirt. “I believe I have earned this,” which was emphasized by the tweaking of a pert nipple. Harry groaned as the sensation sparked heat into his groin. “And this,” the hand strayed to the hem of his trousers, teasing it with the man's devilishly long fingers. Harry was panting in an effort of taming his arousal but to avail. It was the soft knocks at the door that finally broke his daze.
“Harry,” Hermione called softly, “Molly wants to know if you adverse to any foods.”
Harry breathed both a sigh of relief and disappointment. Severus moved away from him, adjusting his posture.
“No 'Mione,” Harry called out as he made his way to the door and opened it to the pregnant witch. “I am able to eat about anything.”
She smiled and nodded before leaving. Harry leaned his head against the door frame as he once more sighed. He glanced back at his ever-composed partner but was only met with an expressionless gaze.
“I guess we should head downstairs,” Harry repeated. He then made his way down to the chaos ensuing below.
Charlie greeted the two as they reemerged in the sitting area. His below shoulder length hair had been tied back and loosely hung over one shoulder. Harry smiled as the man came to him with a tight hug. “Its been ages, Harry. You look so manly now...” his voice trailed as he pulled away and looked over to the imposing figure behind Harry. Harry strained his neck to look back and saw the dark gaze Severus besought on Charlie.
Pulling away from Charlie, he broke in by saying, “It has been. How are things?”
“Oh same as they always were,” Charlie replied with a grin. “Been taming a few new hatchlings that were found just off the coast, but otherwise, not much in the line of news.”
Harry nodded before turning to the man behind him. Percy was his usual air of graces, so he made his way over and greeted the other before heading into the kitchen where Hermione and Molly were getting dinner sorted. Severus followed though he kept his greetings minimal and did not make small talk with any of the Weasleys aside from Ginny who had continued her awkward sort of conversation with the former professor.
Hermione came beside him and offered him a piece of bread slathered in butter. He turned his eyes upwards as she gave him a pointed stare. “Eat,” she ordered before returning to her task. Harry sighed before nibbling into the toast and missed the small smile that graced his older lover's face.
o-o-o
“Then Petey told him that he was right knocked in the arse and took a swig of that Pewter Tox,” George explained to Harry as they sat side by side on the sofa after a chaotic dinner. Pewter Tox was a strong alcoholic beverage that Harry had neither heard of nor tried before George began his story. He listened absently as his eyes continued to stray over to Severus who had perched on a chair and reading a novel to keep from the idle chatter of the room. Their eyes locked for moments before a hard smack to his upper arm caused him to startle out of the hypnotic state with an uttered hiss.
“Bloody hell,” he grunted as he rubbed at the offended arm.
“Sorry about that Harry,” George replied non-so-apologetically, “but you should have seen this bloke. Bloody snoggered out and cursing at this wall for two bloody hours!” George laughed loudly before shaking the injured arm. Harry watched the laced anger in his lover's eyes before pulling away from the overexcited George.
“When is Bill due to arrive?” he asked changing the subject. Ginny perked upon the question and eased her way into the conversation.
Eyes brilliantly round with intrigue she smiled, “He should be 'round tomorrow,” she began as she sent her beau a sideways glance, “he and Fleur broke it off...they did.”
“What?” Harry asked in sudden surprise. “When?”
“Last winter after they came down,” she said with a sad smile. “Bill was heartbroken and we worried he might not come by this year, but he was excited to hear you would be by.” Harry watched the gaze of his lover turn downward to the girl, his novel long since forgotten.
“I've been here every year,” Harry said with a small laugh. “I don't know why he would be worried I would skip this year.”
She shrugged. “Dunno. Just told me he looked forward to seeing you this year.”
The topic quickly died out when George once more began silly tales of a few buddies he had made. Harry listened to George though his eyes never left those of his older lover. Severus had taken up with his novel once more but ever so often his eyes would stray back over to Harry.
After a few ghost stories shared, George taking forefront in the narration, they all excused themselves to bed. Harry was ushered into the room by a very impatient potion's professor. The soft click of the door was shortly followed by the immediate locking of it and silencing charms. Harry turned to the taller wizard, his brow raised in question.
“Why the silencing charms?” he knew the answer but posed the question regardless. The look the man gave in reply was near illegal as he closed the distance between them in two long strides. Harry was drawn up by his waist, forced into a possessive kiss, before he was led backwards towards the bed.
“If it were up to me,” the potion's professor whispered huskily against his lips, nibbling the plump bottom one and trailing a wet tongue over it to moisten it, “I would be in my personal abode buggering you senseless.” The lips trailed along the line of his jaw before dipping and tasting his sensitive neck. “As it is, I will still have you writhing beneath me if I am to receive any reward from having dealt with those imbeciles the entirety of the day.”
Harry let out a breathy chuckle before it morphed into a soft gasp. Severus had immediately attached to his exposed nipple, sucking it before drawing it gently between his teeth. Harry was moaning with need and doing his best to reciprocate; he touched the hard muscle that shaped the older wizard's torso, feeling the hard contours with his fingertips. He dared his touch downward, feeling the hot, pulsating shaft and wrapping it in his shaking hand for a few strokes.
Severus drew away, groaning deeply as he prepared Harry. Sliding lubricated fingers into him, he twisted them sharply until he found the elusive pleasure spot. Harry did not know if it was the fact that they were doing such things with so many others nearby – not that it was much different to doing it in the castle – but every touch, every movement inside him, every illicit groan from his lover sent the white hot pleasure straight to his already hard erection.
Severus pressed a small kiss to the protrusion of his abdomen, causing Harry to intake sharply. It was tender and endearing as each soft butterfly kiss covered over the expanse of where their child grew. Forgetting his arousal for a moment, he indulged himself in the tenderness of Severus's touch as each kiss sent warmth straight into his heart. Though the man spoke so little of the child, every action since Harry was found pregnant showed the care and possession he held for the little boy growing.
However, arousal soon took forefront as a wicked tongue tasted the head of his erection, swirling and running down the thickened length. Harry threw his head backwards into a moan as his hips bucked into that tight, moist heat. Oh gods, it felt incredible. The potion's professor took Harry all the way to the hilt, burying his long, curved nose into dark curls. Harry cried out as the deep penetration of two fingers nearly sent him over the edge, but a tight grip to his base staved off the orgasm.
“Not yet, pet.”
“Gods,” he groaned as the fingers once more scissored inside him. Those fingers were bloody incredible, but Harry was left wanting for more as he moistened his lips and gazed down at the lover between his thighs. “Need you Sev.”
“Patience, pet.”
“Inside. Now. Severus Snape!” Harry gritted through his teeth. The older wizard perked up with a curious brow as a smirk spread across those thin lips. Harry groaned with frustration. Severus was enjoying this a bit too much; Harry was nearly mad with the blissful torture. He needed the man – he needed him right now. “For the love of Merlin, stop stalling and get on with it!”
“Such impatience,” Severus said through a small grin before he removed his fingers and instead set to lubricating himself thoroughly. Harry let out a deep sigh as the first portion of the man's large girth penetrated him. The familiar sensation of being filled caused him to mewl in relief. He had not realized how much he needed this as Severus thrust his entire length into him with little resistance.
The pace was slow – deliberately so. Severus had placed Harry's legs over his broad shoulders and slammed with force in slow, maddening circles. Oh gods but did it feel marvelous. Everything sent shivers of pleasure through him, building below in his now painful erection. Each time he would sneak a hand downward, it would get smacked away by his sadistic lover.
“You will climax to penetration and penetration alone, pet.” The sultry way each word was spoke caused jolts of arousal right to his groin, only furthering his arousal-induced frustration.
The pace quickened, sounds of slapping skin echoed the room as Severus angled himself, having turned Harry to his side in a quick, calculated movement, to his pleasure spot. Harry cried out with each thrust; his body ricocheted with each powerful jolt. Every white hot sensation sent him closer to the edge until finally, he was climaxing so hard he stiffened at an awkward angle shooting ropes of seed onto himself and the bedding.
Severus sped his thrusts, using Harry's relaxed compliance to attain his own end. It was a hot few minutes of heavy breathing and sweat-heaving torsos as they lain side by side in the aftermath of their love making. Severus moved first, casting the necessary spells to rid them of bodily fluids as he doubted a shower would be welcomed this time of night. Instead, he wrapped his lover up in his arms and pulled the bedding over them. Harry was already fast into sleep by the time he had them fully tucked away. Pressing a tender kiss to his young lover's head, Severus whispered a soft 'I love you' before slipping away into his slumber as well.
o-o-o
When Harry awoke, he felt the violent reminder of their night together. He tenderly left the warmth of his bed having noticed that his older lover was no longer inside. Gathering a few necessities, he left for the showers.
After refreshing himself (and taking a few vital potions), Harry made his way downstairs where chattering could be heard from every room. Ginny and Hermione were sitting on the sofa, their arms gesturing in elaborate ways as the spoke in great detail on all things witch. Rod and George were talking to one corner; rather, Rod was nodding awkwardly as George hit him with a few smacks to the arm and laughed at the story he told. Harry gazed about the sitting room but still did not find the person of his interest.
As he walked towards the kitchen, he was suddenly jerked backwards into a hug. Gasping, he contorted his head to look at his attacker.
Bill Weasley smiled happily at him, tightening his hold while saying, “Hello Harry.”
“Oh Bill,” Harry returned with a smile of his own. “Get in did you?”
“Yep,” the older man said before letting him go. “Early this morning.”
“Its good to see you,” he said smiling brighter. Bill, though newly divorced, looked amazing. The brightness in his eyes would never give way to the tragedy he had faced just a year before. “How are you doing?”
“Just grand,” the red-head said as he led Harry towards the kitchen. “Professor Snape has been waiting for you in the kitchen,” he said while leading him into the room. Severus was sitting at the table, a tea cup in his hand, and his face drawn down in a scowl that only increased when Bill escorted Harry into the room. The potion's professor set down his cup and immediately stood to come towards Harry. The gaze shifted to the man behind him who had his hand clasped on Harry's shoulder.
“He's awake,” Bill said cheerfully.
Severus watched the tall red-head but Harry was drawn away as Molly pushed him aside to claim Harry and usher him towards the table. “Oh Harry,” she said as she forcefully sat him down, “you must be starved. I'll get you something right away. You sit there.” She bustled away for a moment before returning with a plate stacked to the brim with all sorts of breakfast food. Harry laughed, forgetting the awkward moment and men behind him, as she handed him a fork with a motherly look. “Now eat.”
Unable to deny the growl in his stomach or the forceful older witch, Harry finished his breakfast as best he could. Severus had come to sit once more at the table, watching with a small smirk as Harry devoured the food. Bill took to helping his mother with dishes before claiming a seat beside Harry and sipping idly at his coffee.
“You look fantastic,” Bill said over the rim of his coffee. “Positively glowing, Harry.”
The blush that crept into his cheeks was not missed by his older lover who had once more begun to scowl.
“Thanks, Bill.”
“Yeah well,” the older man said as he leaned backwards into his chair, “you always look fantastic, Harry, but even more so now I feel.”
Severus cut in with a stern, powerful voice. “I heard of your splitting with Miss Delacour.”
“Oh,” Bill said as his smile faded slightly. “Yes, well, she and I had inconsolable differences, I fear.”
Harry looked over to his older lover with a scorning glare. How dare he bring up such a sore topic with absolutely no sensitivity. Harry cut in trying to lighten the mood, “So since you just arrived today, why don't we all head out for a nice game of Quidditch.”
“Oh, what a lovely idea,” Molly chimed.
Severus shook his head. “You will not be playing in your condition.”
“Condition?” Bill asked promptly. The blush returned to Harry's cheeks as he silently berated his lover with his eyes. However, he was not going to be able to hide it much longer from his adoptive family.
“I am expecting,” Harry finally admitted sheepishly.
“You're what?” Bill said his eyes going wide. Ginny and Rod followed by Hermione and George entered the room. Everyone had stopped movement when Harry drew in a deep breath and repeated himself.
“I'm pregnant.”
TBC....
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