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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50502 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Note: Again, apologies for the slowness! This chapter gave me a really hard time, and I was writing and rewriting and fighting with RL stuff to get through it. Next chapter should come easier!
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Harry would be lying if he said the idea of having a public date with Severus Snape didn't make him nervous.
In fact, his stomach was tying itself in knots as they descended the stairs of the Black residence and took a step out the front door, knowing that even though the place was Unplottable, there was still the chance someone could see them, that the flash of cameras taking pictures could start right away. He took a deep breath, looking up at his former Potions master. "We have to look very . . . comfortable with each other." They had to kiss, and hold hands. Things that Harry was pretty sure neither of them was really comfortable doing in public.
"Indeed," Severus said, grimacing as he tried to find a place for his wand. Apparently he was used to keeping it in his robes. He settled on a pocket in his trousers. "And you must initiate a fair amount of contact. I think it would be unwise if it were to appear that I was . . . controlling you. Or seducing you."
Harry blanched. He hadn't thought of that. "Should I look like I'm seducing you?" He wasn't exactly sure he could pull that off to begin with. Plus, it didn't really fit with the whole just finding out he was bent thing.
"Please . . . don't," Severus drawled, and though he sounded harsh, Harry could see a little smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Just be yourself, as you imagine you would be on a date. I'll work on things from there."
Harry grinned. If Snape could still be snarky and himself, then probably Harry could still feel comfortable about things. That they weren't getting too strange, the two of them together. "Okay. Ready?"
"As much as I'll ever be," Severus returned, and firmly took hold of Harry's hand.
Together, they Apparated to Diagon Alley.
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They appeared outside the Owlery shop. One, it was an easy place for Harry to focus on, and second, he needed them to be seen walking to the restaurant. They couldn't appear in any way to be hiding. There was also the fact he wanted to thank Deirdre for the owl. The poor thing had been worked half to death today, responding to letters from concerned friends.
There were wizards on the cobblestone street, but Harry paid them no mind for the moment, keeping hold of Severus's hand as he ducked into the shop. It was somewhat gratifying to watch Deidre's eyes become as big and round as her owls' at the sight of Snape.
"I just wanted to thank you for Gertie--she's been great," Harry told her, watching as she struggled to wrest her gaze from Severus to gape at him.
"Err--" she said, clearly at a loss.
Severus merely smiled, nodding at her. "Good day," he said in an even tone. Harry could tell he was enjoying himself.
"See you later!" Harry said, and led Severus back out of the shop. He didn't feel like explaining to every person they saw along the way how the person everyone had thought was a Death Eater was back, and why they were together. The press would come soon enough.
As they began walking towards the restaurant, Harry looked at Severus, then down at their joined hands. "Is this okay? I just wanted . . ." He shrugged sheepishly. It just felt nice to have the connection. To know he wasn't alone facing all of this.
"It's fine," Severus assured him. He had an expression on his face that looked like he was trying to appear at ease, but it was obvious even to Harry that he was not. The grip on his hand, however, was firm, confirming his words. It occurred to Harry that he might not be the only one who needed support in being out and about like this.
As they walked, Harry began to notice people slowing down and staring at them. He wasn't sure what they were staring at more--him, the Wizarding Hero, or Severus, who was supposedly dead. He heard one young wizard of no more than ten mutter "Death Eater," but immediately Harry stopped and addressed the boy.
"He was a double agent, working for my side. He's a hero," Harry told the boy, making sure to say the words loudly so that everyone could hear. Severus's grip, which had become rather painful at the utterance of the boy's words, loosened somewhat. Harry smiled at Severus.
They reached the restaurant, a place called 'Enchanted Evening', which made sense because apparently the inside of the place had been ensorcelled to look like the diners were in a moonlit meadow with a soft breeze and the smell of marigolds and daisies. Harry had an eye out for Rita, but she hadn't appeared yet. He strode up to the host seeing patrons to their tables--a Squib, possibly, with a tuxedo and a receding hairline--and had the satisfaction of watching the man's eyes go wide. Harry wasn't sure if it was his presence, or Snape's or the two of them together. "I have a reservation for seven-thirty," he stated, trying to sound calm and confident. He actually managed to, despite the pounding of his heart.
"Harry Potter--yes, I see it," the man stated, voice high and reedy, sounding nervous. He looked at Harry, eyes avoiding the man standing beside Harry. "Do you prefer one of the back tables?"
It would make sense, normally, Harry supposed, because he was a celebrity, and didn't celebrities always want their privacy? But not this time. "No, actually I'd like one towards the front. Or by a window." He glanced at Severus, then back to the man. "Oh, and don't mind the press. They can take all the pictures they want." So now he supposed the man thought this was a publicity stunt. Harry couldn't help but add one more comment. "I'm not ashamed of who I am." Let the fellow chew on that if he liked.
"Yes, Sir," the host said immediately, and he managed to bury the shock on his face, smiling pleasantly to Severus as well. "Right this way."
The host led them to a table that was actually both near the front and by a window. Harry was surprised when Severus actually pulled out his chair for him, and sat down, feeling the back of his neck prickling with anticipation. He knew word had to be getting around now. It was only a matter of time before the press showed up.
Harry jumped a little when Severus put a hand calmly over his own, but when he saw the look on Severus's face, he relaxed a little. It was a look that said everything would be all right, regardless. Harry knew Severus had to be nervous--the man had been hiding the fact he was alive, for crying out loud. But all Harry saw in him right now was quiet strength. Severus leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, as the host set menus in front of them. "As I recall, you and I are supposed to be public in our 'displays of affection' as Muggles call it. So don't be surprised."
That was all the warning Harry got, before Severus leaned his head a little, and nibbled at the side of Harry's throat, sending sparks of pleasure through him. Harry's eyes rolled back, and he couldn't help the little mewl that escaped before Severus drew back again, leaving Harry dizzy and breathless. Harry blushed furiously at the look of horror their host was giving them. Then he grinned, which only seemed to horrify the poor fellow more. "First date," Harry said by way of explanation.
"Indeed," the host said in a flat tone. He cleared his voice. "Your server will be with you shortly." With that, he turned and walked back to his station, leaving Harry with the distinct impression that it was only Harry's money that had given them even that much civility. Stupid ponce.
Severus chuckled, and Harry glanced over at him. Once again, he seemed amused. "You're going to find, Harry, that Wizarding Society can be both progressive and yet archaic in views about human relationships. It is hardly a secret that there are gay wizards and witches, and there are indeed special locations for them to meet and congregate. But it is considered 'proper' for everything to remain hidden and discreet. They don't like things flaunted." He paused as their waiter, a slender young man with a refined pointy nose and smoky dark eyes appeared. If he wasn't bent as well, Harry would eat his socks.
The young man made a small bow, smiling pleasantly at the two of them as if they were jut common customers. "Welcome to Enchanted Evening; my name is Ryan, and I'll be your server today. Could I start you off with a list of wines or cocktails?" With a flourish of a wand, the wine list appeared, hovering between Harry and Severus as if unsure which of them should be making the selection.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Severus. "No flaunting?" Their waiter was wearing eyeliner.
Severus smoothly took the wine list and began perusing it, ignoring Harry pointedly, a little smile on his face.
Harry scowled at him, then shrugged at the waiter. "We'll take a look at it."
"Very good, Sirs," Ryan said, then sauntered off.
"It applies more to the older generations," Severus said, setting down the wine list and sitting back a little in his chair. "I believe your generation is a little more . . . flamboyant." He smirked.
Harry blew out a breath as he took the list for himself. He hadn't a clue what he wanted to drink. "The waiting is killing me," he confessed, low under his breath.
Severus leaned closer again. "Never mind them. Enjoy the privacy while it lasts."
Privacy? Harry looked around. Every patron at the restaurant was sneaking looks at them, if not outright staring. He hunched a little forward in his seat. "I'm beginning to wonder if this was a good idea."
Severus snorted. "Rather late now. However . . . I believe I'm actually enjoying myself. It's rather freeing, throwing oneself to the wolves." He gazed at a young witch who quickly looked away, looking flustered. "Particularly when the wolves seem to be mostly cowering pups."
Finally Harry couldn't hold back; he laughed. It helped to relieve some of the tension. "True," he said, looking at Severus with a sort of wonder. "You know, there's really a lot I don't know about you." For starters, he'd never thought of Snape as funny before. But then again, he'd usually been on the receiving end of the sharp insults.
"There's a great deal, it seems, that I don't know about you as well," Severus said quietly, opening up the menu to peruse the items. Harry realised he hadn't even glanced at it yet. His stomach was in knots; he wasn't even sure if he could eat. "I gathered that, following your Occlumency lessons." He sighed. "I admit that until then, I had always thought you were a pampered child raised to think of yourself as the Wonder of the Wizarding world. Knowing what I knew of your aunt, I should have known better."
That was almost an apology, Harry knew, and possibly as close to one as he might ever hear from the man. For his own part, he knew Snape had endured a hard life, just from the few glimpses he'd seen of it, and from his own memories of how most the students had despised him as a teacher. Could he really imagine what that had been like, for so many years?
Harry was reaching for Severus's hand again when the waiter returned, and Harry realised he still had no idea what he wanted. But Severus saved him. "We'd like a bottle of Bordeaux, 1996 to start with." He glanced at Harry. "Are you hungry for anything in particular?"
Harry shook his head. At the moment, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to handle the wine.
"Then I'll order lamb chops for both of us, with mashed potatoes," Severus rattled off quickly, handing back both their menus and shooing the man off. He smiled a little at Harry's look of shock. "I have not been a total recluse my entire life, I'll have you know. I did actually get around a bit in my twenties, before my tenure at Hogwarts."
That coaxed another smile from Harry. He shook his head, and this time did take Severus's hand in his own, holding onto it like a life line. "That's just strange, for me, trying to imagine what you were like, at that time. I guess though, based on things . . . you did pretty well? You know . . . dating . . ." He didn't want to say it, not in public. The fact that Severus Snape seemed to know a great deal about sex.
"I had my successes," Severus murmured, and the head in his eyes what he'd like to be doing right here, right now. Despite the butterflies in his stomach, Harry felt himself going hard again, feeling a return of that need that had consumed him the night before.
The flash of a light bulb sent his thoughts reeling, and Harry almost grabbed for his wand to stun the offender before he remembered that he'd been expecting that flash.
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