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A Marriage of Convenience	By : NinaSweets Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 158901 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 44
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Oh my goodness! What an amazing response! Thank you so much everyone! I was blown away by how many reviews I got for a single chapter! Most of you wanted to know about updates. I’m not sure how to do it here, most people email or something but I think the easiest way would be to follow my twitter @notyoursweets. Anyway on with the chapter

Chapter Two
Torches burst to life all along the passage leading Harry toward a heavy wooden door at the end.
Harry quickly and quietly opened the door, slipping into the room beyond and closing the door behind him with a snap. He turned to face the room he had just entered and gasped.
He couldn’t really tell what he’d been expecting, whips and chains, lots of cauldrons bubbling with a rainbow of nasty potions and a cage in the corner where Snape had captured some poor student to have his wicked way with, or berate depending on his mood.
He certainly wasn’t expecting a brightly lit room, it was made of stone like the rest of the castle but there was a few rugs artfully thrown about the room to add a little more comfort and along the walls hung beautiful tapestries of medieval weddings and battles.
Directly in front of Harry was the most comfortable looking sofa/chair ensemble he’d ever seen. The chairs and sofa were a plush royal blue with pale embroidering around the edges. The cushions were the same pale blue as the stitching on the couch. There was a small oak coffee table a few magazines stacked in front of it. To Harry’s right was a large black tiled fireplace with two small dragon statues sitting on the mantel piece. The furniture was all angled toward the fireplace but far enough away that anyone who floo’d through wouldn’t trip up. There was an empty portrait hanging above the fireplace and Harry was glad for that, he didn’t want to be caught having a thorough look about his professor’s rooms. He made his way around the couch in front of him and to the bookshelf that ran all along the back wall of the room. There were books so glossy they look they hadn’t been touched and some that had probably been there for hundreds of years, Harry could instantly tell which ones Snape had read repetitively, they were the ones that looked a little worn and hadn’t been put back quite as neatly as all the other books. Harry was surprised to find one of them was a book he recognised, Stephen King’s Carrie. Harry picked up the book and simply held it for a few moments before sliding it back on the shelf. He didn’t know why but it felt very strange to see a Muggle book in amongst books of potions and dark curses.
Harry headed to the left side of the room glancing over to the door he’d come through, there was a door right beside it which caught his interest. He headed over and pulled it open. It was Snape’s personal potions lab, there was a potion simmering on a burner and Harry quickly shut the door. Knowing his luck even just his presence in the room would cause the potion to explode.
He headed over to the other two doors opening the one on the right first. It was the kitchen. Harry stepped inside and the candles flared to life. Down in the dungeons there was no natural light but Snape had done a good job making it as bright as he could.
It was a small kitchen; Snape mostly ate in the Great Hall like the rest of the school. There were a few things in the cupboard to make a few simple things but nothing extravagant. There was a cupboard that acted like a fridge and it was full of alcohol. Harry frowned did Snape have a drinking problem? He opened the cupboard next to it and found more alcohol that didn’t really need to be refrigerated like bourbon and whiskey and a few bottles of wine.
Harry left the kitchen and went back into the living room before heading to the door on the left. Snapes bedroom. It was dark in here, only a few candles near the bed flared to life. The bed was huge, much too big for just one man then again Snape was like 6’5 or something else ridiculously tall, he must need all the space. Harry stepped into the room and had a bit of a snoop around in the draws but the wardrobe wouldn’t open for him and Harry assumed that it was probably where the man kept his thousands of pairs of teaching robes that were all in the same style and colour. Harry couldn’t remember Snape ever dressing in anything other than the flowing black robes he always wore.
Harry moved onto the bathroom next which was just next to the wardrobe. It was brighter in here and the tiles were a mix of pale blue and white. There was a large claw footed bathtub big enough for at least three people. There was a shower in the corner and then the toilet, sink and medicine cabinet. Harry had a snoop through the cabinet as well but found only an array of unlabelled potions.
Harry headed back out to the living room and flopped down on the couch with a sigh. He was going to be stuck in here all weekend.
“Uh... Tipple?” he called. There was a loud crack and he sat up straight turning to look behind him.
There was a tall, tall for a house elf that is, house elf standing near the door to the kitchen. He had small ears that stuck straight up and big tennis ball like eyes that blinked at him.
“You is being Master Severus’ intended?” Tipple said with a slightly squeaky voice.
“Uh...” Harry said.
“Master says he is to marry the young boy in his rooms. You being the only boy in his rooms yes?”
“Yeah... but we’re not really getting married. I mean we’ll be getting divorced as soon as we can,” Harry felt the need to explain.
“Whether you is marrying for fifty seconds or fifty years it is still being a marriage,” Tipple said.
Harry couldn’t really argue with that so he moved right along, “Okay... well is there any chance of getting some food? I should probably get my homework too.”
“You cannot be leaving these rooms. Master Severus orders.”
“Well I guess you could bring my bag down here, it should still be in Professor Snape’s office. Oh and some clothes for me, anything in my trunk will be fine.”
“Bag only. Your rooms is being searched they will see Tipple and Tipple cannot be seen”
“Well what am I supposed to wear all weekend?”
“What you is wearing now Tipple suggests,” Tipple said and Harry looked down at his school robes. They weren’t exactly the most comfortable things he owned and he certainly didn’t want to have to sit in them for the next two days.
“I’ll find something,” Harry muttered and Tipple nodded.
“Tipple shall go collect food and homework for you,” Tipple disappeared with a loud crack leaving Harry alone with the silence again.
After a simple dinner of chicken soup and three rolls Harry got started on his homework sitting on the couch and using the coffee table to lean against. Harry was used to hours alone by himself thanks to living with the Dursley’s; they had kept him locked in his cupboard under the stairs for days sometimes. He much preferred being locked in his bedroom, a gift they had been forced to give him when they thought the house was being watched.
Harry finished his homework quite quickly, it was amazing but without Ron convincing him to slack off and Hermione breathing down his neck every two seconds he actually did some decent work. Usually he did the barest minimum and that just got him by so when he actually tried he produced some all right work.
He lay on the couch for an hour after that before deciding to head off to bed as it was nearly eleven o’clock.
He stripped out of his uniform and folded it, leaving it in a neat pile on the chest of draws. He rummaged around inside for something to wear to bed and settled on one of Snape’s sleep shirts. If he didn’t want Harry wearing his clothing then he should have let Harry at least grab his stuff before locking him in these rooms for the weekend.
He went into the bathroom and managed to find a spare toothbrush which he quickly used wondering as he did if Snape ever actually used one as his yellow teeth never gave any indication that he did.
Harry then washed his face before heading back into the bedroom. He hoisted himself up onto the tall bed and then slipped under the covers. The dim candles extinguished a moment later and Harry settled himself down to sleep. It had been a very strange day and Harry was more than happy to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow would be better.

Harry awoke very refreshed. Snape had a very comfortable bed. That certainly didn’t explain why he was so cranky all the time, perhaps he always woke up on the wrong side of it.
He headed straight into the kitchen, not bothering to call Tipple for breakfast and just making himself some cereal. He looked around the kitchen and decided to clean it even though the house elves of Hogwarts did a good job nothing quite compared to a good thorough scrub. He rummaged around through the cupboards below the sink and found a few cleaning supplies and quickly got started. After cleaning every inch of the kitchen from top to bottom, he scrubbed the floor and walls and what he could reach of the ceiling by standing on benches and chairs which he then cleaned again because he’d been standing on them.
He actually liked cleaning but the Dursley’s sort of abused the privilege that it had become a terrible chore much like being forced to cook for a family of pigs and getting stale bread for your supper had ruined any kind of enjoyment Harry used to get from cooking. It’s why Harry hated potions, it was like cooking and cooking was a chore. Also his teacher was completely unfair and Slytherin students were always tossing things into his cauldron to stuff it up anyway.
Harry moved from the kitchen into the living room, cleaning in there, taking care with the books on the bookshelves giving them a light dusting and nothing harsher than that. The rug in front of the fireplace got a very thorough scrub along with every inch of the floor.
He stopped for a break and called Tipple for some lunch.
“You has been cleaning?” Tipple cried sounding horrified as he appeared before Harry.
“I like cleaning. Besides there’s some things magic just doesn’t clean you know?”
“Still, the elves be liking to clean, tis their job.”
“I’m just very bored,” Harry said with a shrug.
“Hmm, you will be making good wife for my Master.”
“Wife?”
“Yes. Master Severus has Tipple and his wife Pop as his elves but Pop is a nanny elf not a cleaning elf”
“Where is Pop now?”
“She likes to stay at Prince Manor with the other elves. She takes care of baby elves for now but wants to raise little mistresses and masters”
“What’s Prince Manor?” Harry asked curiously and Tipple blinked a few times.
“Prince Manor be Master Severus’ home but he doesn’t like to live there, Mistress Eileen and Mother Dot’s portraits be hanging there. They ‘nag’ Master says,” Tipple said and gave a small little giggle. Harry smiled along with him,
“Now what is Master Harry be wanting?”
“Just a sandwich if that’s all right? And you don’t have to call me Master Harry.”
“All right then Mistress Harry,” Tipple said and disappeared before Harry could correct him. He came back with a plate full of mini chicken salad sandwiches and some cold pumpkin juice.
“Tipple is Snape’s family still alive?”
“Some, not nearly as many as there was, many years ago the Princes were plenty but many die young. Master Gideon lives at Prince Manor, he being Master Severus great-grandfather, he only Prince to live past fifty years. Tis why Tipple stays here with Master Severus, to remind him of his heritage and his duty and Master Gideon likes to know he be eating regular meals. Master Gideon be pleased Master Severus be marrying, he must be making many, many heirs to continue his family. Tipple and Pop both very happy too, he be marrying such a nice bride, Pop hears many horror stories about evil Mistresses in old families,”
“Thanks Tipple,” Harry said and Tipple nodded disappearing with a loud crack.
Harry thought as he chewed on his sandwiches. Snape had a family, everyone did, but it still took him by surprise. Snape had a family who sent house elves to check he was still alive so obviously not a family he saw very often. Probably not one he wanted very much to do with as there were no pictures or any reference to them anywhere in his personal rooms.
Having been orphaned at just over a year old Harry had yearned for any sort of information on his parents, desperate to believe they hadn’t been careless drunks who’d died in a car accident like his Aunt and Uncle had told him. When he’d got his Hogwarts letter and found out they had been a witch and wizard and that he was one too he had been so excited and then coming here and meeting so many people from their past who had been able to loosely piece together parts of them for him was amazing. He couldn’t understand anyone who didn’t want to know their family, even though he and the Dursley’s only just tolerated each other he couldn’t imagine never speaking to them or seeing them ever again though he knew that was what they wished. He didn’t understand their thinking or Snape’s.
When he’d eaten what he could of the sandwiches and drank his juice he headed into the bedroom to start cleaning in there. He then moved onto the bathroom and took a shower cleaning the soap scrum and grime from the shower walls as he did so. He changed back into the sleep shirt finding it a lot more comfortable then his school clothes. He did change his boxers though, reluctantly borrowing a pair of Snape’s briefs.
There was not much else to do so Harry headed out into the living room once more to study Snape’s bookshelf. He didn’t like reading very much but maybe there was something here that wouldn’t be to terrible to pass the time.
It turns out it wasn’t really needed because as soon as he’d settled on the couch with a back issue of Potions Quarterly he’d fallen asleep.

Severus Snape returned to his rooms to find them nearly sparkling clean. Even the bookshelf had been thoroughly cleaned, books pulled off, the shelves polished and the books placed right back where they had been.
“Tipple?” he called. The elf appeared neatly beside him with a smile.
“Welcome home Master, I is putting your intended in bed,” he said proudly and Severus’ raised an eyebrow at him.
“Bed? My bed?”
“He is falling asleep on couch after a tiring day of cleaning your rooms. You is to have a good wife sir,” Tipple said and Severus blanched at that.
A wife? A fourteen year old student who he would be marrying very shortly was far more accurate and for some strange reason made him feel slightly better. Yes, if he could keep the boy at a distance, keep thinking of him as merely a student he had married this would be much easier on the both of them.
“Has he eaten?”
“Yes, he woke up a short while ago to have dinner. Now he be sleeping.”
“Very well. You may go now I shouldn’t need you for the remainder of the evening.”
“Master, you is not to be mating with your intended till after you are bonded,” Tipple said his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.
“That was not my intention. I am merely going to sleep beside him,” Severus said testily and the elf nodded once before disappearing with a sharp crack.
Severus headed straight into his bedroom and was stopped immediately at the sight that met him.
Harry lay sprawled across the bed, partially beneath the covers. The parts that were not hidden by those covers were beautifully smooth and tan. There was part of a toned leg, a bare shoulder falling out of one of Severus’ sleep shirts, and didn’t the boy just look marvellous in his clothes, Severus thought. His face was relaxed in sleep making him appear even younger which set off a few danger signals in his brain but he ignored them in favour of stepping closer.
The boy was absurdly attractive, compared to his hideous father. Then again his mother had been very beautiful, Snape was grateful the boy seemed to have inherited majority of her looks.
Everyone said Harry looked exactly like his father but Snape couldn’t find it within himself to agree. Yes the messy dark hair was practically trademarked to the Potter family and the little upturn at the end of his nose had come from his father but that smooth skin, those full luscious lips and those beautiful bright green eyes framed by long dark lashes were all Lily’s.
Harry was short like his father but where James Potter had been rather built Harry was delicate, dainty and thin. He had lightly muscled arms from playing Quidditch and strong legs from running all over the castle after hours.
He was perfect. Snape couldn’t help thinking. Perfect physically at least. He seemed to have inherited his father’s lack of brains. He had all of Lily’s compassion, grace and kindness and unfortunately all of James’ reckless bravery. It was that amazing balance that made him so perfect.
At first Snape had wanted to hurt the boy, embarrass him and belittle him much like James had done to him during their school years. But watching the boy the past few years he realised that though he may have a little James in him he also had a lot of Lily and a heck of a lot of something that made him so uniquely Harry.
He’d never tell the boy that though. He had a big enough head from all his adoring fans. No he needed to learn that not everything would be handed to him, he had to work for it and he had to learn that not everyone would like him just because he was famous.
Snape sat in a chair by his bed and simply watched Harry sleep, he was sure that the young man would probably not take to kindly to waking up beside his teacher. Though he probably wouldn’t take too kindly to being watched while he slept, the couch it is, Snape thought and headed into the living room.

“Professor?” Harry called quietly as he gently shook the man’s shoulder. “Professor Snape?”
“What?” Snape mumbled without opening his eyes.
“Would you like some breakfast? I made porridge” Harry asked and Snape opened an eye to glare at him.
“What time is it?”
“Oh um... eight thirty,”
“Eight thirty! It’s a Sunday I thought teenagers liked sleeping?”
“Most of us do but I’ve always sort of been a morning person,” not through choice, Harry thought, but Aunt Petunia waking him at the crack of dawn for most of his life had set his body clock to wake at about that time.
“Well I am not. Come wake me at a decent hour, preferably in the double digits,” Snape muttered.
“Okay,” Harry said softly and scurried off to hide in the kitchen away from his cranky teacher.
He’d been surprised to find the man sleeping on the couch. He’d thought for sure that he would have been woken in the middle of the night and kicked out of the bed to sleep on the couch instead. In fact how had he got into bed he was sure he’d fallen asleep. Had Snape moved him? That was a creepy thought.
Harry sat and ate his breakfast quietly and then snuck back through the living room to head back to bed for a short while, anything really to avoid disturbing the man on the couch.
“Potter!”
Harry stopped and turned to the couch to find Snape sitting up and staring at him.
It was strange to see what he looked like in the morning. The scowl was just like any hour of the day but his hair was messy and sticking up on one side and he had the beginnings of five o’clock shadow on his face. His eyes were alert, fixed on Harry despite how tired the rest of him looked.
“We should probably head to the Ministry,” he said.
“Oh...” Harry said his hands fidgeting nervously, “Right now?”
“Yes right now,” Snape snapped and stood, his sleep messy hair and rumpled robes not distracting from his menacing aura very much at all.
“Okay,” Harry said and practically sprinted off to get changed.
Twenty minutes later he was dressed back in his school pants and shirt as it was the only clothing he had and Snape was back to his usual immaculate self.
Snape looked Harry over with a look of badly concealed disgust.
“What?” Harry asked self conscientiously.
“You look like a student,” Snape said distastefully and Harry glared.
“I am a student.”
“I know! Contrary to whatever you may think of me I am not in the habit of marrying my students. In fact this would be the best job in the world if I didn’t have to see any of you!” Snape said and Harry looked at his shoes.
It was a little reassuring to know that Snape hated this as much as he did.
“Thank you for doing this,” Harry said and Snape merely sneered at him then turned on his heel and headed to the wardrobe. He opened it grabbed the first thing he could find before slamming it closed and holding out what appeared to be a jumper to Harry. It was blue.
Snape owned coloured clothing. A blue jumper. It was blue!
Harry took it and slipped into it finding it fit surprising well considering it belonged to a man a good ten inches taller than him.
“It belonged to an ex... partner,” Snape said by way of explanation and Harry looked at the jumper with a frown.
Snape had an ex... Snape had an ex-partner? Wait, Snape dated? Snape kept their clothes? Weird...
Snape headed over to his fireplace and lit a fire without even waving his wand.
“Have you Floo’d before?” Snape asked
“A few times when I was staying with the Weasley’s. We were going to Diagon Alley, I wound up in Knockturn.”
“Of course you did,” Snape sneered, “Though it is a fast method of travel like any means of transportation it is not without its flaws. However there are over a hundred and fifty fireplaces within the Ministry and we do not have time for you to mess up by flying out of the wrong one. Together would be best I think.”
“Is that safe?” Harry asked and Snape simply raised an eyebrow at him. That one gesture let Harry know he had asked such a stupid question that it wasn’t even worth Snape thinking up a snarky retort.
Snape took a handful of silvery powder from the mantel and threw it into the fire. The orange flames quickly became a sparkling green and Snape held out a hand to Harry.
Harry reluctantly took a hold of his Professors hand and let the man pull him forward and into the cool green flames.
“Ministry of Magic, Atrium,” Snape called clearly.
They stood for a second before they were whisked away in a blur of green. Fireplaces rushed past them and there was a crushing suffocating sensation which Harry loathed.
Every type of magical transport seemed inclined to crush you, Harry noticed idly.
Harry felt Snape tug on his arm and then they were stumbling out onto solid ground. Snape had to yank Harry up and back to help avoid a nasty collision with the floor.
“How do you get so messy?” Snape asked and waved his wand at Harry removing soot from his clothes and glasses.
“Thanks,” Harry said and then looked around.
The room was huge with about a hundred fireplaces lining the walls around them. Snape took Harry’s arm and led him forward through the crowd of people arriving at work. There were witches and wizards everywhere. All wearing a variety of coloured robes, some carrying briefcases so crammed full of paper they were about to burst, others simply holding stacks of files but all were heading to the other end of the Atrium.
The hardwood floors were shined and polished without a mark on them despite the number of people shuffling across them. There was a man selling the Daily Prophet shouting the headlines at everyone heading past.
Harry was staring at the peacock blue ceiling watching the intricate gold patterns dance across it when Snape tugged on the arm he still held and led him through the room.
They passed by a huge golden fountain of a witch, a wizard, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. The water pouring from the end of the witch and wizards wand the tip of the centaurs pointed arrow the tip of the goblins hat and the house-elf’s pointed ears.
The fountain was filled with coins that people had thrown in for luck.
The Fountain of Magical Brethren: All proceeds go to St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Snape dragged Harry passed it quickly and over to a small desk where a bored old wizard was reading the Daily Prophet.
“Good morning,” Snape said and the man looked up the cool tone.
“Morning,”
“We need two visitors’ passes.”
“And what’s your business today?”
“We’re getting married,” Snape said. The man looked shocked and glanced between Harry and Snape a few times.
“Really?”
“Yes,” Harry said impatiently.
“Right, right, names,”
“Severus Snape and Harry Potter” Snape said
“Really?!”
“Yes!” Harry said glaring at the man.
“Right, right, well then I’ll need to be checking your wands,” the man said with a short cough. Harry and Snape both handed their wands over, Snape with a great air of reluctance.
The man weighed the wands and a small piece of parchment printed off which he read with interest before he handed the wands back to their owners and handed them two visitors badges.
“You know where you’re going then?” the man asked and Snape nodded pinning his badge to his robes and watching as Harry did the same.
Snape took hold of Harry’s arm once again and led him through the throngs of people and over to a set of golden gates.
They joined a queue of people waiting for the lifts and managed to squeeze into one with several grumpy old men and a young witch with bright pink hair yawning into her coffee travel mug.
A cool female voice announced the floors as they stopped at each floor. When she announced, “Level Two Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” Snape led Harry out of the lift and pink haired witch following them.
“Do you know where the Marriage registration office is?” Snape asked the witch who looked up from her coffee with frown.
“Oh Professor Snape, hello,” she said then glanced at Harry, “You getting married sir?”
“Yes,” Snape said
“Congratulations,” she said brightly, “Just head straight up that way,” she paused to point, “and take a left.”
“Thank you Nymphadora” Snape said and the girl’s hair went from pink to a dark red as she flushed in anger.
“Whoa” Harry said but Snape didn’t give him much chance to say anything else as they were walking along the corridor leaving Nymphadora fuming.
Everything was bright and shiny, the floors the same dark wood from the Atrium and looking like they’d been installed only seconds ago. Harry couldn’t help but feel like he was the first ones to walk along them. He didn’t particularly like the sensation for a building so full of people and with such a history to be so cold and clean. He much preferred the well worn stones of Hogwarts.
They headed down the corridor right to the end and turned left stopping in front of a heavy black door. Births, Deaths and Marriages was scrawled across the door in fancy silver lettering. Snape knocked sharply on the door and they waited quietly.
It was a few moments before the door opened and an old man with thinning brown hair and bright brown eyes hidden slightly behind his thick glasses smiled at them. The smile dropped off his face when he saw who it was.
“Hello Severus,” he said stiffly.
“Mr Beaumont, good morning,”
“I didn’t expect you so soon.”
“Well we didn’t want to wait a moment longer did we?” Snape said and looked at Harry who quickly nodded realising he was supposed to act like this was voluntary for both of them.
Beaumont frowned looking between Harry and Snape with a very sad look in his eyes.
“Well come on in then, I received your owl. I’ll say this about you Severus you know how to get things done quickly. I’ve never had a marriage pushed through so quickly. Especially one of.... this nature,”
They headed into the small office and Harry took a look around. It was crammed full of filing cabinets. This office held all the births, deaths and marriages for every witch and wizard in Britain and it all fit into a few filing cabinets. Magic, Harry thought fondly. There were no windows in this room, numerous torches and a big clock on the wall that didn’t actually tell the time but said things like, lunch, break time and perhaps you should head home. At the moment it was half passed start your work.
“Come, come,” Beaumont said and ushered them over to a desk practically groaning under the strain of everything piled on top of it.
There were only two chairs in the room and Snape quickly pushed Harry into the seat opposite Beaumont.
“All right then,” Beaumont said and quickly flipped through a few things on desk before he found what he was looking for.
“So, Harry I’ll just get you and Severus to check over these and make sure all the information on them is correct, sign here if it is and if it’s not then correct what’s wrong and initial the correction,” Beaumont handed both Harry and Snape two pieces of paper.
Harry read through his carefully checking his name, date of birth, address and all those things. He signed the bottom and handed the form back to Beaumont.
“Right, because you’re a minor I’ll just get you to check your guardians writing and confirm this is her signature,” Beaumont said and gave Harry a few other pieces of paper. Harry turned to Snape and raised his eyebrows.
“You went to my house?” he asked.
“Of course I did. Your Aunt is your legal guardian,” Snape said simply and Harry frowned.
“And she agreed?”
“Well not outright, but we sat down and had a nice chat. She was much more amiable by the end,” Snape said and Harry turned back to the papers in front of him not really wanting to dwell on that information too much.
He read through his aunt’s handwriting recognising it immediately from her numerous notes and instructions for his chores.
I, Petunia Dursley nee Evans, as Harry James Potter’s legal guardian grant him permission to wed Severus Tobias Snape,
She had signed the bottom with her slanted fancy signature that was far too loopy to be properly legible but Harry had watched her sign it numerous times for school excursions for Dudley and himself.
“It’s hers,” Harry confirmed and Beaumont looked slightly disappointed by that news. Harry glanced at Snape again who was watching Beaumont with his expressionless mask.
“All right then, both of you sign here and then you can take this to a celebrant and get married,” Beaumont said.
“You’re a celebrant aren’t you?” Snape asked idly as he signed the form then handed the quill to Harry for him to sign as well.
“Severus, I think we’re even now,”
“I’ll decide when we’re even,” Snape said and Beaumont sighed.
“You shouldn’t be doing this! He’s a young boy! And not just any boy either! That’s Harry Potter,” Beaumont said unable to keep silent any longer.
“I know exactly who he is thank you very much,” Snape said sounding bored. Beaumont stood up and glared at him.
“If I don’t marry you, you won’t find anyone else willing to you know that. No one in their right mind would let someone like you marry our saviour,” Beaumont snapped.
“Mr Beaumont please!” Harry interrupted, “Please... can you just please marry us?”
Beaumont sighed and nodded pulling out his wand, “Stand and hold hands,”
Harry stood up and let Snape take a hold of his right hand with his left. Beaumont chanted in Latin and gold ribbons shot out to tie around their joined hands.
“We ask that magic bless these two on the joyous day of their union. We hope that their bond will guide them safely through all the joy and happiness of life. We hope that their bond can help them through all their hardship and trouble. Do you both vow to stand by one another through all of life’s highs and lows?”
“I do,” Snape said and then squeezed Harry’s hand
“Oh, I do,”
“Then through the symbolisation of these rings may these two be bonded through their magic, through their lives and through their hearts,” Beaumont held out two gold rings. Harry and Snape each took one and slid it onto the others finger. The gold ribbon tightened around their wrists and then grew warm before disappearing into their skin.
“The bond may be sealed with a kiss,”
Harry turned to Snape with wide eyes. No one said they had to kiss! Then again what had he honestly expected?
Snape ducked down to press a gentle kiss onto Harry’s lips. A sharp shock had them pulling apart quickly. Harry touched his fingers to his lips and then looked at Snape who was breathing hard staring at Harry’s mouth with a strange glint in his eye.
Harry gasped and Snape leapt at him, sending them both sliding into the desk. Their lips met in more sharp sparks urging them closer together. Harry’s mouth fell open to Snape’s probing tongue and he let out a moan at the feeling. His first kiss, his first kiss and it was with a man. Harry quickly decided he liked kissing very much. Very, very, very much. He let out a whine of disappointment when Snape flung himself away.
He leant against the desk breathing heavily while Snape stood facing the wall straightening and smoothing his robes and hair which had gotten slightly mussed in their fumble.
“Ah yes that can sometimes happen if the two marrying are quite powerful, the magic tends to spark. It should settle more after consummation,” Beaumont said with a grin.
Snape growled and stalked out of room quickly.
“Thank you Mr Beaumont,” Harry said
“Not a worry. If there are any problems you write to me you understand?”
“I will,” Harry promised.
“POTTER!” Snape roared and Harry sprinted from the room and after his new husband.

It’s 3am and I am going to bed. I hope you enjoyed it, let me know if you love it, hate it, suggestions or anything like that, thanks, Nina :)
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A Marriage of Convenience