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End of Obsession	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 50501 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry turned into the glare of another flash, steeling himself and plastering what he hoped was a winning smile on his face. Beside him to his left, he felt Severus holding his hand firmly, grip strong and sure. It helped.

He heard her before he saw her, "And once again, it seems that Harry Potter is in the news today, sighted here at this restaurant, the 'Enchanted Evening' with a male guest . . . " Rita strode up to him, opening her mouth to ask one of her typical invasive questions, no doubt. But then she saw Snape and she stopped, her mouth still open, hanging slack-jawed, stunned into silence. She blinked, as if trying to see if he was real or not.

For the first time since stepping outside Grimmauld Place, Harry felt a sense of relief. And triumph. He stood up, and was aware of Severus coming to his feet as well, behind him now that he was facing Rita. The words that had been tumbling about in his head all day suddenly seemed to flow out of him. "Hello, Rita! Good to see you again! You know, you actually did me a favour, last night--I mean I kind of finally realised what I wanted. So yeah, I like blokes, and I'm not ashamed to say that. And I also realised I like them older. So tonight I'm on a date with my friend Severus Snape, former member of the Order of Phoenix, who just recently recovered enough from his war wounds to come out again." He finished, feeling a bit breathless. Let her chew on that for a moment.

He was gratified to see her staring at him. "Ah . . ." she uttered, but that was all she managed, her mouth still hanging open. Her photographer, a different one from the night before, snapped another photo. Harry found himself stepping back to feel the solid presence of Severus's body behind him.

Another reporter, this one young and male, muscled his way forward. "Quibbler Reporter, Tony Chester, here. So have you been caring for Headmaster Snape all this time, Mr. Potter?"

Before Harry could respond, Severus cut in, "Just Mr. Snape, Mr. Chester. I am no longer Headmaster nor Professor at Hogwarts."

He fell silent then, and Harry answered, "Actually no--I wasn't the one caring for him." He turned and looked at Severus, hoping he could elaborate.

"It was actually Kingsley Shacklebolt who assisted me after the battle," Severus said in a smooth voice, one hand absently playing with the hair at the nape of Harry's neck. Even touches as small as those were enough to send a shiver of pleasure through him. "I largely recovered by my own means, through my art in potion making. But for the last week, I have the Malfoy family to thank for allowing me to stay with them."

Only a week? Well that was something, Harry told himself, smiling at the man who jotted something down before asking his follow up question, "And have the two of you been . . . together like this for some time?"

Hermione and Harry had already discussed possible questions, and this had been one of them. They had agreed that honesty would be the best policy, and Harry couldn't have thought what he'd say if not the truth. "No--actually this is the first, uh, date for us. I was upset yesterday about a bunch of things. Severus Snape came over to, you know, check on me." He couldn't help the blush rising in his checks. Check on him, indeed. "I found out we had a lot more in common than I'd ever imagined."

He heard Severus clear his throat behind him, and knew he needed to wrap things up; the waiters were beginning to look annoyed. "Hate to cut everyone short, but there are other wizards here trying to enjoy a quiet dinner." A flash of cunning came to him. "I'd be happy to grant one of you a full interview later--someone who hasn't tried to trick me in the past." Harry looked pointedly at Rita. She still hadn't regained her tongue, and seemed to be weighing her options.

"A few more pictures, please?" One of the photographers asked, and Harry decided he might as well go all out. He stepped away from the table so that he could wrap an arm around Severus's waist and looked at him beseechingly, knowing he'd never have the nerve to initiate a kiss without at least some sign of agreement.

"Smile for the camera," the photographer asked, and Harry had no problem with that, wondering how goofy the two of them would look like tomorrow in the Quibbler or whatever other papers decided to use the image. But if he was going to have today's picture of him snogging a bloody fake, at least for tomorrow he wanted to be seen kissing someone real, someone of his own choice. So after a few flashes, Harry turned again, leaning up. His first kiss wasn't quite on the mark--more on Snape's cheek, in fact--but then Snape turned his head just a little, and Harry found himself kissing lips. They were a bit dry, and a touch hesitant, but just the thrill of doing this in front of an audience was enough to make Harry's heart beat faster, his breath coming a little quicker.

It wasn't full on snogging, just what Harry thought first date kissing should look like, but it was going to get out of hand if they continued . . . and then it was over. Their host was ushering the press out, and it seemed they were content to be moving on--for the moment, anyway. Harry was sure they'd be pestering him soon enough for that full interview.

Harry and Severus sat down then, and their waiter was there with the wine, pouring them each a glass, completely disregarding the reporters. Harry didn't turn to watch Rita leave, although he would have liked to. He'd have to be satisfied that he'd completely dumbfounded her.

The rest of the date was actually pretty nice. The wine and the food that Severus had picked out were surprisingly good, the wine sweet and mellow and not at all acidic. That was good, since Harry couldn't quite shake his nerves. They kept their talk to fairly light things, including some updates about what Shacklebolt had been up to lately as Minister of Magic, and how the rebuilding efforts at Hogwarts were going.

At one point Harry noticed a cockroach skittering across the floor--he actually had to stop Severus from stomping on the thing, remembering Rita's secret animagus. Let her listen in, he figured. Anything she overheard was only going to further prove that this actually was their first date, and that was it. They stayed away from sensitive or secret topics.

Harry was surprised that Severus actually managed to be civil the entire time, though this was mainly accomplished with dry one word answers to anything that normally might invoke an insult or biting sarcasm. He was doing that mainly because they were being watched, Harry knew. It reminded him that Snape had been doing this, acting, for years, as a spy.

It was something of a relief when dessert came. Being out in public had never been comfortable for Harry, and it wasn't tonight either. All he really wanted to do was have a quiet evening in private with Severus so that they could actually talk about the things he wanted to talk about. And do more, hopefully.

On a sudden whim, Harry scooped a bite of the cheesecake he had ordered, and offered the bite to Severus. He tried not to giggle at the bemused look the man gave him. "Really?" It was amazing how much Snape could put into a word, all the doubt, humour, and exasperation. But Harry knew it would look good to any onlookers.

"Please," Harry said in a low voice, trying to sound sexy. He knew he was probably bollocks at it. "For me?"

It was obviously an effort for Snape not to roll his eyes, but he leaned forward anyways, opening his mouth and gently taking the bite from Harry's fork. The way his mouth took the bite, slowly and sensually, and the way his dark eyes seemed to be undressing Harry even as they ate, made Harry want to forget the rest of the meal, forget the bill, and get Severus back to his place now. He'd been able to get past his arousal earlier, what with the public facade and all. But it was back with a vengeance now. He swallowed hard, aware that he was flushed and trembling. Severus sat back and smiled, dabbing his lips.

"Maybe we can box these," Harry found himself saying, looking around for Tony the Waiter. Snape chuckled.

Once the desserts were boxed and the bill was paid, Harry allowed Snape to once again pull out his chair for him, feeling a bit odd about the gesture. He'd seen enough of Snape's childhood to know that he hadn't grown up in a wealthy household. So when had he learned how to be a gentleman? At any rate, Harry knew that it must look good. So he smiled, and then only once they were outside the restaurant did he pull Snape aside, his skin almost itching with the sensation of wizards watching them. He longed to be home and out of sight once more. He whispered in Severus's ear, "Do you think we can Apparate away now?"

Severus played with his hair a little, almost affectionately. Harry wasn't sure if it was heartfelt, or again just another part of the act. "I think it would hardly be surprising if we went straight home rather than taking the scenic route. Considering the fact that you look like you're desperate to be ravished." He chuckled again.

Did he? Harry blushed a little, but he couldn't deny it. After all the flirting they'd been doing all evening, all the little touches, the kisses . . . yes, he was desperate. And perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. He nodded and waited, but Severus made no move. "Well?" Harry finally asked.

This time Severus did roll his eyes. "I hardly think it would appropriate for me to whisk you away to your own place." He stared at Harry meaningfully.

It took a second and then sank in. "Right," Harry said, realising that he had to initiate things. He wrapped an arm around Severus, first because he wanted to, and second because it just seemed right. Then the two of them were in front of Grimmauld Place. Harry wasted no time, just in case there was anyone snooping nearby, but took his date by the hand and went inside. Once the front door was closed and locked, he let out a sigh of relief, sagging against the wall of the narrow entranceway. "Thank God. It's over."

Severus looked at him surprise. "That bad?"

Harry nodded, then hurried to explain, in case he took it the wrong way. "I really hate being out in public, having everybody look at me. I always have, and now it's just worse than ever. I liked the date, though, you know, as far as you and me, and the food and all. It was actually really good." He gave a self-depreciating laugh. "Maybe next time we can go to some Muggle place where nobody knows us."

"Hmm," Severus said, and Harry wasn't sure if that was a sign he was interested, or if he was thinking of something else entirely. Then the man cocked his head, studying Harry as if seeing him for the first time. "I actually enjoyed myself. And so, do you mean to tell me, all this time . . . you abhor attention? Because it has certainly not seemed so."

That made Harry think of all those old insults, about him craving his fame and all that. "I do. Every headline in the paper, every time someone shouted my name who had never met me, every stare . . . I hated it all. I just wanted to be normal." He chuckled sadly. "I want it even more so, now. But I know I'll never have that kind of anonymity."

He didn't want to think about such a depressing subject. Not right now, anyway--there was something much more interesting to think about, right in front of him. Harry stepped away from the wall, towards Severus, thinking how it had felt, his arm around the man, feeling that thin turtleneck instead of all those layers of clothing that Snape usually wore. He could feel the heat off of Snape, in the narrow hallway. Harry took another step towards him, the longing coming over him all over again. He positively ached with it. "Severus," Harry said, almost whispering the name with a sense of reverence.

Harry felt the man go still. "That is my name," Severus said in a low voice. Harry smiled at his attempt at humour. This was going to be his challenge, Harry decided. Getting underneath that thick sarcastic armour of Snape's. Getting close to him.

He looked up into Severus's eyes. Even if the man's voice was sardonic and cool, his eyes were not. Hot need and passion stirred in their dark depths. Harry couldn't help the way it was making his body respond. "I want--" He had to swallow; the need was almost choking him.

Harry tried again. "I want you. I want you to fuck me."

He was proud that he'd actually managed to say the words.
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