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Expect The Unexpected	By : QuantumFirePhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18919 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Oh thank Merlin!” He could finally breathe without an explosive headache. He took the steps two at a time towards his room, in the mood for a lie down. Once he reached his room, he took down all the wards he had placed upon the door. After entering the room, and placing a few proximity wards that would warn him when and who was approaching his room in order to bother to him. He stripped off his robes and shirt, then flopped face-first down onto his bed, letting out a tortured groan. I don’t want to see the colour orange for at least a decade!
He grunted softly, and buried his head deep into his pillows, he really needed a break from all this stress of playing nice to the Weasley’s. He hoped that this would end soon. He couldn’t stand the pretending, whether the pretending was done by him or the Weasley’s, he didn’t care. The attitude that they have towards him, made him so angry. The way that Molly Weasley undermines him incensed him to no end, the way Ron would sneer at every mention of his parent’s fortune, and the way that Ginny was always trying to get in his pants made him sick. Especially on Sirius’ birthday, no less. He’d have thought that they would have broached the subject of Sirius like a normal person would, since they were pretending that they cared. Obviously they were too comfortable in their places, and not realising that they had screwed up slightly.
He felt his magic twinge, letting him know that someone was approaching the boundaries of his wards, with the intention to enter his room. He groaned, burying his face into his pillow. He hoped none of the Weasley’s had come back, he didn’t think his retinas could take it. He stayed quiet hoping that whoever wanted access to his rooms had half a brain to realise he had wards up. Obviously not, he thought as he heard the doorknob rattle. He made the quick decision to pretend to be asleep as the door finally starts to open. He really hoped Ginny hadn’t come back, thinking she could sneak into his room and seduce him. The thought alone made him want to retch.
The sound of footsteps reaches his ears, quiet footsteps, but not so quiet that it was done on purpose. The footsteps drew closer. And closer. He then heard them stop, only to hear rustling. Great, he’s being robbed. A thudding noise halted his mental tirade about burglars. He holds his breath, waiting for more noises. Sure enough, he hears another thud, much softer than the first. Before he had enough time to contemplate what the intruder was doing, he felt the bed dip, alerting him to their intentions. He felt rage bubbling up inside him. How dare someone come into his room with obvious bad intentions while he ‘slept’! He was so tense; his muscles were as strong as a Nephrite Jade gemstone. He was ready to strike should the intruder try to grab him. He flinched violently as a pair of hands on his back, one hand pressing on his shoulder and the other on his lower back, pressing him into the mattress. He struggled valiantly for a few minutes, until those fingers dug into his muscles.
It dawned on him that those fingers felt familiar. He could distantly remember those fingers giving him previous massages. His muscles give, slowly relaxing as he realised just who it was that was manhandling him. The fingers eased up a little in order to give him a light massage.
“Mm, little warning next time.” He murmured, small sighs and moans falling from his mouth. He heard a chuckle come from behind him as the fingers pressed down harder, smoothing out the knots in his back faster. He was so relaxed, he felt as if a simple gentle breeze could blow him away. The hands stopped their ministrations, sliding down and to the side to grip his hips. He felt the body behind him lean down, nearly lying completely on top of him, puffs of air hitting his bare back. He shivered at the feeling of the breath whispering over his skin, it took everything in him not to moan ridiculously loud.
“My Harry.” At those words, Harry’s eyes snapped open, and wriggled the best he could until he was on his back, without dislodging his visitor. He stared up into the face of Severus Snape, searching for a sign. Something to let him know that he wasn’t about to back off like usual.
“Sev,” he whispered, lifting his right hand up to Severus’ cheek, caressing the small stubble on his smooth skin. “You shaved.” He pouted. He loved Severus’ skin, it felt smoother than the finest silk ever made, but he also loved it when he could feel the stubble upon his cheeks. When his stubble scratched against his skin, it made him unbelievably hot, he could never get enough.
He sighed as Severus closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his own, his eyes shutting involuntarily. He wanted to lay here for ever, safe knowing that Severus would protect him from all harm. But he couldn’t, he’d already arranged to out tonight with the twins. He groaned at the thought. He wanted to stay, but if he didn’t go, the twins would never leave him alone about it without a plausible explanation. He didn’t fancy telling them about what’s going on between him and Severus.
“I have to go soon.” Harry whispered, reluctant to break the peace that had settled around them. Severus’ breath puffed out against his face. He nodded, letting Harry know he understood. “If I stay any longer, my excuse of a nap before getting ready won’t be believable enough.”
Severus chuckled, turning his head to press little butterfly kisses to Harry’s neck. “I know, I never understood how those two could turn out the way they are, with them being Weasleys.”
“They won’t be for much longer, if they can help it. They expressed wanting to be blood adopted, they want to be my brothers in blood, as well as everything else. Of course, it also legally gets them away from Molly and Arthur.” Harry retorted, smirking at Severus’ shocked expression. He nudged Severus’ right shoulder with his nose, and Severus rolled off of him and onto the bed next to him. They laid there just staring at the ceiling, each caught up in their own thoughts.
Heaving a sigh, Harry sat up and swung his legs off over the side of the bed. He stood up, removing his white t-shirt and black muggle skinny jeans as he walked towards his room sized built-in walk-in wardrobe. He could feel Severus’ eyes burning holes into his skin, especially his arse, as he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. As he disappeared inside his wardrobe, he smirked when he heard a strangled moan, knowing that Severus was half – if not completely – hard by now.
He chuckled as he pulled on a pair of black skin tight dragon hide style leather pants. He could imagine the look on Severus’ face when he walks out there after he’s finished getting ready. Next, he browsed through all his shirts, stuck between the grey-ish silver or forest green silk shirt. Hmm.
“Sev! Grey or green?” Harry shouted. His question elicited a series of frustrated groaning a shuffling sounds. He waited patiently, knowing that Severus would only answer after composing himself. Finally, the shuffling stopped, and everything was deadly quiet for a few heartbeats. Then,
“Green.”
Harry nodded to himself, humming as he pulled the afore mentioned shirt off of its hanger, and shrugged it on. He collected his best midnight dragon hide boots and sat down on the charcoal coloured chaise lounge in the middle of his walk-in wardrobe. He pulled on his boots, then stood up and walked back out into his room, buttoning up his shirt as he went.
Severus was sat on the end on the bed watching him, waiting to escort him to the floo. His eyes roamed the length of Harry’s body, his gazes hungrily eating him up, burning the sight of him into his mind. He stood up as Harry reached him, offering up the leather jacket Harry had thrown over the back of his desk chair earlier that day. Severus held the jacket open, helping Harry into it, using the action to run his hands down Harry’s arms and sides.
Harry turned back to face Severus, stepping close enough to chastely kiss him on the lips one last time before checking he had everything he needed. Walking to the door, he waved his wand, recasting all his wards to keep everyone out. He was not chancing anyone turning up while he was out to route through all his stuff. By the time they had gotten down the stairs and to the front door, they had got everything and done everything that needed to be done.
Harry made sure the door was locked up tight from the inside, before shooting Severus one last smile, before they both apparated away.
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