Severus had gone back an hour. He had just snuck by himself getting the three criminals to Dumbledore’s office. He beat a quick trail to the room he’d found Harry in. When he entered as silently as he could, he noticed tears rolling in a steady stream rolling down Harry’s cheeks. But he’d only done the initial cut and was just starting to write on the wall. Severus knew he’d made it in time this time; he’d make sure to make it count. Severus slowly went up to Harry making some noise so to not startle Harry too much. When he spoke, it was in a firm but caring tone, one Harry had never heard before.
“Harry. I need you to stop.” The tone was caressing Harry; he’d wanted someone to find him. He knew that now.
“Why?” Harry’s voice was weak and broken. “Why should I stop doing what everyone wants anyway? No one cares about poor Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. He’s just a little freak that no one could ever possibly love let alone like. Look at Ron and Hermione, proves this, I don’t belong in this world anymore. I did what people wanted and yet I still don’t have peace. Please Professor just let me go.” Harry’s voice was so flat that it broke Severus’ heart and if James and Lily had been there they’d be so heartbroken over their son.
“Harry that’s not true, I know you don’t believe that it isn’t, but it is. I do care about you. I would have never agreed to the betrothal if I hadn’t, Albus cares as well. Sirius loves you like his own son Harry; surely you don’t want to hurt him by going through with this?” Severus said with a pleading tone in his voice, he needed Harry to believe him at the moment. Severus had this one shot to get through to Harry to save the young man's life. “Please Harry, come talk with me down in my rooms. I promise if we can’t compromise with this then I will help you with a better and quicker way, I promise you on your mother and father’s souls that I will help you if you still want death after we have a long talk.” Harry looked the man over trying to size him up. After a few moments of silence Severus held out his hand and Harry unsteadily took it.
Once Severus had Harry’s hand, he pulled the younger wizard into an almost bone crushing hug. “Don’t you ever think people don’t care about you Harry. I am never going to let you go if I can help it, I will help you through this. We will get through this and we’ll do it together.” Harry just stared through half cloudy eyes wondering where all this was coming from. Severus gently picked Harry up and carried him down to his chambers. The journey was quiet but gave Harry time to try and assess the situation.
“Harry, I don’t think you’re in any condition to have that talk right now, how about if I give you a dreamless sleep potion then tomorrow we spend the day talking over everything? Is that all right?” Severus’ voice was very soft and gentle while he tried to hold Harry to reality. Harry nodded that he would indeed take the potion from the Potion’s master. Severus led Harry through the sitting room into his bedroom. Harry didn’t bother looking around. He didn’t figure he’d ever see it again anyway. Severus pulled out one of his own nightshirts and helped Harry into the en suite bathroom to clean up after his ordeal with Weasley, Finnegan and Longbottom earlier. Severus wasn’t about to bring that up. Severus had Harry sit down on the toilet while he got a bath ready for the tormented young man that was with him. Severus ran the bath and got various things out for Harry to take, one being a healing potion and also the dreamless sleep potion. He left the dreamless sleep on the counter. He also pulled out a muscle relaxant cream. Severus then shut off the water and helped Harry strip off the robes he’d put on the boy earlier that evening. Harry let him, he was just there in body, his mind was elsewhere.
Once Severus had Harry in the bath, he cleaned him well and then he began to apply the muscle relaxing cream by rubbing it into Harry’s back to help soothe the young man. Severus felt Harry’s muscles relax under the ministrations of the Potions master. Severus let Harry relax in the warm water for a while beforepingping out a more compliant boy; which was better then the lethargic Harry he’d settled into the tub earlier. Severus dried Harry off while Harry fidgeted which seemed to be a promising improvement from before the bath. After Harry was dried off, Severus put him in the night shirt he’d gotten out for Harry. Grabbing the vial of dreamless sleep potion Harry and Severus made their way back into the bedroom. Severus turned down the bed and got Harry to sit on it. Harry stiffened, he realized this was Snape’s bed, if it was Snape’s then where would the man sleep?
“Ummm, Professor?” Harry had finally spoken since before they left the room where Harry had planned to kill himself. Severus looked expectantly at the young man before him, for Harry to continue. “If I’m sleeping here where are you sleeping?” Harry asked quite frightened of the answerveruverus smiled at the question, if Harry was concerned for others’ well-being then there was hope for him to recover yet.
“Well” Severus started with a gentle voice. “I am going to be sleeping next to you, as you can clearly see the bed is more then large enough for both of us. I will sleep above the covers under a quilt so I won’t get cold, while you sleep on this side under the covers. Is that amenable to you?” Harry looked thoughtfully at his professor. Then finally nodded.
“You don’t mind that I am in your bed?” Harry asked timidly.
“Why would I mind you being in my bed when I am the one who brought you here to start with, Mr. Potter?” Severus said with amusement in his eyes and a slight edge to his voice but not enough to worry Harry about where he stood with the man currently.
“If you’re sure then it’s all right with me, but only if you’re sure,” Harry stressed.
“I’m tivetive Harry, there is no place I’d rather you be, then here with me,” Severus said softly to the young man who was still obviously frightened. “Now, take your dreamless sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow. I’ve as much time as we need, I am on a leave of absence, if you like we can even go to my Manor for a while. I will not leave your side until you’re well, Harry, I promise you that and if that takes years then so be it.” Severus promised and handed Harry the vial of dreamless sleep and Harry eyed his professor for a moment before tipping back the potion. Settling into the bnd pnd pulling the covers up to his chin. Harry looked the professor in the eyes.
“Thank you, Professor Snape.” Harry’s voice was thick with emotion. Severus smiled at the Gryffindor and bid the young man goodnight with a squeeze of his shoulder. Harry drifted off into a dreamless sleep as Severus exited the room.
Severus entered the sitting room and fire-called Albus to let him know Harry was safe and sound in his quarters and sleeping peacefully. He explained about how he wanted to take Harry to the Manor to get away from everything for a while and Albus agreed to it. Providing Severus did all the course work with Harry; he didn’t want the lad falling more behind then he already was. Severus agreed and then discussed the trial date which would be in one week’s time. Harry had to be there for that. Severus and Albus then ended their conversation and Severus went and took a shower and joined Harry on the bed. Severus joined Harry in sleep, but unlike Harry’s, Severus’ was full of troubled dreams of the boy who lay next to him.
When Harry began to pull back into the realm of the conscious late the following morning, he realized right away he didn’t know where he was. He stiffened when the flashbacks of last night railroaded his mind. A single tear escaped his eye and slowly tracked down to his temple and onto the pillow that lay beneath him. He didn’t know the Potions master had seen it. Harry began to stretch his still somewhat relaxed muscles. He couldn’t remember a time he’d slept so well and felt so physically well. He knew he wasn’tl mel mentally. Warm, he felt warm and that was the best feeling in the world. When he’d finished his best imitation of a cat stretching, he realized someone was chuckling at him. Cracking his eyes open to see who had the nerve to laugh at him, he saw his professor sitting in a chair watching him.
Harry sighed deeply. “Thank you, for letting me stay here last night, I really appreciate it,” he spoke softly and Severus just waved it off. Severus was only too happy to help the young man. Thung ung man that would be his husband in less then a year. They were supposed to wed on Harry’s eighteenth birthday, if not sooner then that. Severus had liked Harry even though he’d never let the boy know it. Harry was smart without being stuck-up like Hermione was. He was logical, just not as strategically inclined as Ron, Severus frowned when he’d thought of the red-haired boy and what he’d done to Harry. Harry was also very cunning. What he had thought was fool-heartedness turned out to be cunning. Harry had thought out everything before he’d don it. It was simply the manner in which Severus saw before; he’d thought Harry was being reckless but wasn’t. He’d found out later that Harry had tried to warn Dumbledore that someone was after the stone in the first year. Maybe things in his second year would have turned out differently if Harry had told Albus of the voice he’d heard; the old man would never believe his savior to make-up such things. Severus liked the boy all right, he could learn to love him given time. Well, he did love Harry but he was by no means in love with him. Harry had managed to wittle away some of the steel walls the Potion’s professor had built around his heart.
Severus Snape, Potions master and Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Severus scoffed at that title. He’d hated teaching these brats, but while Voldemort was out and about he’d needed a shelter and a cover. He would talk to Albus later in the year. Although he did appreciate everything the old codger had done for him it was time for him to move on and become a full-time potions master. That was what he’d initially wanted in the first place. Severus actually needed a place to hide after he’d been initiated into the Death Eaters. Severus was turned off sexually by all the things that he’d seen other Death Eaters do with such a passion and liking that it quite truthfully scared him to pieces.
“Now Harry, why don’t you get dressed? I had a house-elf bring your trunk down early this morning. I’ll meet you in the sitting room when you’re done.” Severus then stood gracefully and exited the room. Harry sat on the bed for a few minutes stunned. He finally rose, went to his trunk and pulled out a school uniform. He’d be damned if Snape saw the clothes he’d gotten from his beached whale of a cousin. Harry had just pulled on socks, trousers and the shirt, he figured he wasn’t going to class he could get away without the tie and vest and robes. Harry carried his shoes with him into the other room. Spotting a chair by the fireplace Harry sat down and put his shoes on while the older Slytherin watched.
Severus watched as Harry tied his laces trying to figure the boy out. He recognized in an instant the boy was wearing his school uniform clothes. Setting his mind into spy mode, he wanted to know why this was. Surely the boy had other clothes, the Muggles wouldn’t let him go without would they? His curiosity peaked, he steeled himself and asked the dreaded question.
“Harry, you’re not going to class for a while, why are you wearing your uniform?” Severus questioned in a gentle voice that shocked not only himself, but, by the look on Harry’s face, it paralyzed the boy as well. Harry shook himself free from his temporary stupor and lowered his gaze to the floor. He hadn’t wanted to answer that question.
“It’s all I have that’s presentable sir,” Harry replied weakly. Severus looked oddly at the young man before him.
“Surely you have clothes other than your uniforms?” Harry shook his head to the negative. “Well why ever not Harry? Surely the Dursley’s can’t have treated you that poorly?” Severus was shocked by the glare of anger he received from Harry
“They do, and the Headmaster knows they do and didn't help me out at all. I had to keep going back to those people year after year to be tormented on a daily basis and be given hand-me-down clothes from my cousin who is about ten times larger than I am.” Harry stood and stormed into the bedroom and grabbed his trunk and hauled it into the sitting room. “Please feel free to try and find something decent other than my school uniforms.” Harry then plopped back into his previous seat waving expectantly for Snape to find something else for him to wear.
Severus started to go through the clothes and was disheartened to find that nothing was even close to acceptable to wear other then his school uniforms. “But,” was all he could get out. Harry held up his hand to stop the man from speaking.
“If the Dursley’s knew I had money they would take it from me; clothes are a big clue that someone has money. They think all my supplies are given to me by the school; I’m not about to let them think differently on that matter, I like my money right where it is. Bad enough I had to be the freak of the family,” Harry finished softly, almost too soft for the man to hear but he’d detected it. More things clicked into place with that statement.
“Harry, if I asked you to go to my Manor with me would you come?” Harry looked at him with something close to hope in his eyes.
“If it means I never have to go to the Dursley’s again I’d go anywhere with anyone. But to answer your question, yes, I’ll go to your Manor, but what about my school work?” Harry wasn't really concerned with his school work but more along the lines of what he would be doing. “And don’t you have to teach?” Severus actually smiled at the boy. Harry’s jaw dropped, when he smiled he looked younger then when he scowled, he almost looked appealing.
“To be honest with you Harry, I was going to teach until Voldemort was killed or until you graduated. I don’t need the salary from teaching. I have more then enough from my inheritance as well as making more then enough through contracts from being a Potions master.” Severus shrugged. “Dumbledore is willing to make allowances for you considering the situation and everything you’ve been through, I can be your teacher for all subjects and you can test through Albus, he’ll come give you your N.E.W.T.’s when you’re ready.” Severus looked at Harry with pleading eyes. He had a gut feeling that both of them needed this. “Please Harry, let me help you, let me show you how good life can be, I’ll take care of you.” Harry looked at Severus with awe.
‘This can’t be happening, but this greasy git is offering me a place to stay.’ Harry continued to look at the man. “Are you sure you want me there? I mean I’d just be a burden and in the way,” Harry started to ramble. Severus raised an eyebrow at him.
“Harry if I didn’t want you there I wouldn’t have asked. Now are you going to agree to come with me or are we stuck in these dark dank dungeons?” Severus said with amusement evident in his voice.
“All right, but only if you’re sure,” Harry finally relented.
“Very well, get your things together, after breakfast we’ll take a trip to Diagon Alley and get you some real clothes. I think you deserve them,” Severus said in a guarded voice. “I’ll put them on my account and when we have a little more free time you can pay me back if you feel it is necessary.” Severus said to placate the boy’s pride. He knew Harry had his own money, and just about as much as Severus had. Harry did after all have his family vaults open to him now, he’d known all along the vault Harry had been using in previous years had been Harry’s alone, set up upon his birth.
Snape looked over the young man before him. He’d grown into quite a handsome looking lad if Severus had to admit it to anyone, which he would not. Harry was petite, standing about five feet seven to Severus’ six foot one. Severus decided he’d try some potions if Harry didn’t mind, to see if he could get Harry a little taller. Harry was the smallest in his year, even the girls had all grown bigger then Harry was. He never complained though, it wasn’t in him to complain, just take everything as well as he could and move on. That was most of his problem in a nutshell, he hadn’t ever thought to share his feelings with anyone else, especially after the blow up with most of Gryffindor turning their backs on Harry, again.
“All right, sir,” Harry responded, giving into the professor, knowing he’d give in anyway in the end.
“Good, Harry, are you ready to go now?” Having finished his breakfast, Harry nodded, walked over to his trunk and closed it and shrunk it, and then placed it in his pocket. Severus didn’t have to pack; he’d just send one of his house-elves to get whatever he needed, which would really be nothing. He was going to hang-up his hat to teaching. He’d have a meeting with Albus in about a week or so to discuss Harry’s progress as well as hand in his resignation. Together they left the dungeons and walked in silence until they got to the gates.
Severus bought Harry ten days worth of casual clothes. Not that he’d really needed to buy that many for Harry but he didn’t want Harry to have to wear the same thing for days on end. Harry was content but he’d always seemed content with whatever he’d gotten. When asked, Harry would talk about the Dursley’s and how he had been raised by them, things that had happened. Severus was enraged by how the boy had been treated. Savior or not, no one deserved to be treated that way by anyone, let alone a wizard treated that way by muggles. Severus was somewhat in agreement with Voldemort, he’d believed that wizards were superior to muggle, most wizards felt that way in fact. But feeling superior didn’t mean he disliked them. They definitely had their uses and were a point of interest to most pureblood families that had never really been exposed to muggles. That was why Arthur Weasley was always so fascinated by them.
Over the next few weeks they both got to know each other fairly well. Harry no longer wanted to die as badly as before, he was still depressed but he was getting better. Severus had relayed many of his own experiences to Harry to try and get Harry to see that he wasn’t the only one that had excessively bad things happen to him. Harry slowly recovered.
Severus and Harry grew closer together through Harry’s studies. Harry progressed quickly and did really well in Transfiguration, Charms and surprisingly Potions. Harry was no longer taking Divination, which also helped him with his depression. Harry had confided that Trelawney had predicted his death numerous times in each and every class. Harry’s worst grade came from History, but even his worst grade was a 90 percent, so even though it was his worst subject he’d held a very respectable grade. His top classes, he was holding a 99 percent average, Defense class he was holding steady at 95 percent the same grade held in Herbology as well.
Dumbledore had made numerous visits and was very impressed with Harry’s grades and his improvement. Dumbledore had informed him that Harry was top of his grade, beating even Hermione Granger much to Harry’s astonishment, and Severus let a smug smile dominate his face at the news.
One evening about three months into this new arrangement Harry had finally wanted to know why he’d been betrothed and why to Severus, so he’d asked him point blank. Severus was expecting the question and was ready to tell the whole story to Harry, he felt he had the right to know; since his parents weren’t there to tell him it was up to Severus.
“Well, for starters, your father and I never hated each other.” Harry looked shocked at this news. “Now Black and I truly do dislike each other, but not your father and I. We weren’t best friends like he and Black, but we got on all right. Your mother tutored me in Charms for a couple of years, so I got to know her pretty well as well.” Severus then sighed, this was the part of the story he really didn’t want to tell but felt he had no choice. “I really had no choice in becoming a Death Eater. My father forced me to become one. But I spoke with Albus the year before my initiation and he suggested I spy. But I also needed someone to talk too about it as well, so he enlisted the help of your parents.” Severus took a deep breath, voice calm. It was just a normal conversational tone. He summoned a house-elf and asked for tea for himself and Harry. Almost immediately the elf was back with tea and cakes and Severus sipped his tea before continuing.
“I would go and talk to them whenever I’d start getting stressed out over everything, they were a great help to me. Publicly though, I still had to pretend to hate James, not so much Lily though. Anyway, after we graduated, your parent went publicly against Voldemort so I had to be very careful about going and talking with them. They were careful as well. When you were born Harry, I was there under your father’s cloak. I had become such a close part of the family to them in the end that I was blessed to be there even if I was invisible.” Severus had a gleam in his eye that Harry had never seen before. “It was amazing Harry, truly amazing.” Severus took another sip of his tea as he remembered the events of that day. “Your parents asked me the day you were born if I would be willing to betroth myself to you. I agreed, I only wanted to take care of you. The night your parents died tore me apart. I hated that they died and you didn’t. I didn’t hate you for it, but I thought they’d wasted their lives. They had so much promise. Not that you didn’t and don’t.” Severus took a deep breath to clam himself this was more difficult then he wanted it to be. “I wanted to take you in that night, I tried too, as did Minerva, but Albus would hear nothing of it. He thought the muggles would be best for you. He was obviously wrong. I am so sorry you had to grow up like that Harry, I’d have taken you from there had I known it was that bad. I had thought for sure they wouldn’t treat you that badly, since you were Petunia’s last blood relative besides her own son.” Severus spoke with conviction and Harry had no choice but to forgive the man in front of him. Harry smiled at the older man softly.
“Of course I forgive you Severus. It was obviously out of your hands. Thank you for being honest with me about this, it still seems weird though, all this time, everyone told me you and my parents hated each other. I’m sure you can understand how this sounds now.” Harry said softly. “I wished I had been anywhere but with the Dursley’s as well.” Harry sipped at his tea. Harry got up and sat down next to Severus and cuddled into his side. They had recently taken to cuddling together on occasions, but those were few and far between.
Severus had told Harry about how he’d been turned off to sex and couldn’t even think about it without wanting to throw up, Harry was currently at the poi point since his rape was still so fresh in his mind.
When Christmas arrived, the two were closer then ever. Harry was quite mature for his age most of the time, but still had a juvenile steak that liked to appear every once in awhile. Severus and Harry had taken to occasionally playing pranks on each other, never to hurt, only to change color or sprout bunny ears. They’d laughed for hours one night when Harry had gotten Severus quite well. Harry had set a trap right outside the older man’s rooms and when triggered it turned Severus’ hair rainbow colored.
Christmas morning came and Harry had gifts from Sirius, Severus, Remus, Albus and Dobby. Harry had bought gifts during one of the few shopping trips to Diagon Alley with Severus. Harry and Severus had agreed that Harry would pay back the Potions master half the sum of the initial sets of clothing during school and the other half after Harry graduated. Harry treasured all the gifts he received. He did however look heartbroken when he hadn’t received anything from Mrs. Weasley. That had been a low blow. He hadn’t done anything and yet the entire Weasley family had blamed him for Ron’s fate. Harry had testified at the trial under Veritaserum and a charm that projected his memory of the night into a hologram type scene. Everyone watched in horror as the scene was replayed right in front of their eyes. Every since then Harry had, had no contact with any of the Weasley’s, since Ron and Seamus were both ordered to receive the Dementor’s Kiss and Neville received a ten-year vacation to Azkaban for his involvement.
Severus held Harry while he cried most of Christmas day. He totally understood the heartbreak. Harry was at least not suicidal anymore, he knew now life could be good. Harry was still far from happy though. Severus’ goal was to get him back to happy, it would come with time, and Severus had a keen understanding of that and would work with it.
The winter passed into spring and Harry threw himself into his studies for his N.E.W.T.’s. He planned to do as well as he could so he would have a wide choice in career fields upon graduation. Harry was already scheduled to take his exams a week before the rest of the seventh year’s.
The week set aside for Harry’s exams Dumbledore was going to stay at the Manor with Harry and Severus while he tested. This way he could also spend some much needed time with Harry. He’d found out through Severus he had some major humble pie to eat, and he ate every bite of it too.
Harry took his exams and passed them all with extraordinarily high grades. When graduation came around Harry was top of the class. He’d found out through Dumbledore he’s topped his mother’s N.E.W.T.’s in Charms and his father’s scores for Transfiguration. Everyone still on speaking terms with Harry was impressed with his accomplishment. He was offered many jobs from many places but was still unsure of what he wanted to do with his life. So while he pondered he helped Severus out with his potions. He then decided he wanted to be a Potions Master as well. It was quite relaxing most of the time and he got to spend time with Severus, he also felt productive when he was making potions.
Three weeks before Harry’s birthday Severus and Harry were arguing, which wasn’t unusual for them, both being strong-willed people. Harry it seemed, decided to rearrange Severus potions ingredients again, and without telling Severus he was going to do so.
“Severus there is an easy solution to this problem, I’m surprised between the two of us we haven’t come up with it yet.” Harry seethed, he hated arguing and when living in close quarters with someone it got annoying. Severus nodded and waited to hear Harry’s brilliant plan. Anything would been better then fighting with Harry. “We get another set of shelves in here for my ingredients; that way you have yours the way you like and I can have mine the way I like with minimal problems, what do you think?” Harry finished thoughtfully, looking around the room trying to plan out where to place the shelves, it was a logical solution so he knew Severus would go along with it. Severus nodded his acquiescence to the situation and a new set of shelves was brought in the next day.
As Harry’s birthday grew closer the pair grew jittery around each other. The wedding was coming and neither was sure of where they stood. They had decided one week before the day that they should both sit down and question each other, with Veritaserum. Once it was administered, each doing the other, they sat down; they had given each other enough to last for twenty-four hours.
Harry began, as agreed to before they started.
“Do you want to go through with the terms of the contract of betrothal?” Harry knew he had to word things carefully for Severus had signed many contracts.
“Yes I do,” Severus answered under the effects of the potion. “Do you want to go through with the terms of the contract?” Severus didn’t have to be as careful with his wording since Harry only had the betrothal contract attached to him.
“Yes, I do,” came the reply. “Why do you want to go through with this?” Harry asked
“Because I am falling in love with you.” Severus eyes widened in shock at his response. “Why do you want to hrouhrough with this?”“Because I need someone in my life no matter who it is, although I am beginning to fall in love with you as well. I’m afraid to be alone. I don’t want to be alone.” Harry finished and took a deep breath before asking his next question. “When we get married, will you want to consummate our relationship?” Harry’s voice wavered, they had agreed to ask this question before hand, but Harry still blushed like the virgin he was before his rape.
“No, I will not.” Severus answered with a regretful tone. “I think neither of us is ready for that yet; we will eventually I hope but not yet, maybe not for another couple of years. Will you want to consummate the relationship?”
“No, I will not. I agree with you that we are not ready for that, and the rape is still in the forefront of my mind,” Harry answered looking down ashamed of himself. He had thought himself dirty since the rape, he’d been told it’s a typical feeling for a rape survivor but it didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Harry voiced his opinions about it many times but now under the potion, he’d get a truthful answer for certain. “Why do you want someone so dirty, they dirtied me when they did that to me?” Harry was crying, he’d gotten over most of it, but it still upset him at times. Severus went over to Harry’s chair and kneeled before the young man and grabbed Harry’s hands tightly within his own.
“You, Harry James Potter, have not been dirtied by anyone. What happened was a terrible thing, and should have never happened. I will not have you saying you’re dirty when you are still a pure soul. You always have been and you always will be. You are a beautiful person Harry both inside and out. I am honorhat hat you are going through with the marriage regardless of everything you have been through. You are such a strong person, and it’s amazing.” Severus looked at Harry with a blooming love in his eyes. “I do love you Harry, I have loved you since the day you were born, I am falling in love with you Harry, slowly but surely I am. I am blessed to have you in my life and I am blessed that we will be together until one or both of us dies at least.” Severus’ eyes glistened with unshed tears and that just proved to Harry all the most that over the potion Severus’ feelings were true. Harry’s eyes glistened as well.
“Thank you, Severus” Harry whispered to the older man before placing a hand gently on his cheek and leaning in slowly to kiss the man he was falling in love with. Harry’s lips fell on Severus’ gently and hesitantly. He was unsure of Severus’ reaction to such affection. Severus acted all right, he reached up and pulled Harry down from the chair and into hap oap on the floor and buried his hands in Harry’s hair deepening the kiss. Harry moaned softly at the passion contained in this small contact. Severus was soon running his tongue along Harry’s lips silently begging for entrance to deepen the kiss even further. Harry opened hesitantly, he’d never kissed anyone before so he was uncertain of what to do. It felt heavenly when Severus’ tongue gradually made its way into Harry’s mouth to map it out gently. Severus was very quickly addicted to the taste of Harry’s mouth; it tasted like the purest of winter days, if that even had a taste. It was clean and clear and crisp and innocent; it was wonderful. Severus was also uncertain since it had been almost twenty years since he’d kissed anyone, so in a sense it was his first kiss as well. Harry very slowly moved his tongue against Severus’, unsure of if it was the right thing to do. When he heard a soft moan from the other man he stiffened slightly ready to pull away if it had been wrong. Severus tightened his grip on Harry to let him know that was a good sound not a bad one. Harry and Severus’ tongues did a sensual dance together and both were enjoying the kiss when Severus slowly drew his tongue away from Harry’s to draw him into his own mouth to map and explore. Harry’s tongue followed slowly, being very unsure of himself. Soon he was getting the idea and was really into the kiss. All too soon for both of them they had to break the kiss because the need for air was more important.
“Wow,” Harry panted out, both he and Severus were panting trying to catch their breath. Neither one was affected icalically other then the panting. “I love you Severus, even if I am not yet in love with you. I would be honored to marry on my birthday,” Harry breathed out looking deeply into Severus onyx colored orbs. Severus smiled softly at the shorter man on his lap.
“I too would be honored to marry you as well Harry. I love you Harry,” Severus replied as he kissed the young man that would soon be his husband.
The night they married, all they did was cuddle and kiss each other and fall asleep in each others arms. Harry would be all right and so would Severus, as long as they had each other they could make it.