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Harry Potter and the Expert Potions Master	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 21304 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 25 - Christmas Shopping

Now that Harry had free time, and had Severus, he felt ridiculously happy. After their first kiss and the confessions they had made, he hadn't asked Snape to explain or clarify anything, he'd just accepted the good fortune that let him have exactly what he wanted.

Although plenty of kissing, mutual hand jobs and even a blow job or two had taken place since that first day, there had been no suggestion that they should have sex. Harry was as horny as ever, but knowing that all he had to do to relieve it was make Severus aware of his hardness helped. The ache inside his body was harder to ignore, especially when he fitted his mouth around Severus' thick shaft and felt the older man thrusting between his lips. Tasting the semen that gushed so easily from Snape's body when Harry was touching him made him want to feel that fluid spurting into his body.

Harry had invited Severus to stay over on Christmas eve so that they could spend the day together, and Kreacher wouldn't be left alone. Snape had agreed and Harry had begun plotting how he would get Severus to fuck him, but the other man had shattered all his dreams.

“Be clear, Harry, I'll stay the night, I'll even share your bed if that is what you wish, but we will not be having sex.”

“Why not?!”

Snape had looked at the trainee Auror. “We have been … together … for less than a week. You seem sure that this is a life time commitment, with which assessment I happen to agree, so I do not see the need for use to hurry into sexual congress when with a little patience we can ensure that the experience is as enjoyable as possible.”

Harry had pouted and stalked away, angry with Snape, but he knew, deep in his heart of hearts, that Severus was right. But knowing that didn't improve his mood, not when his cock throbbed and his ass ached.

They had made a visit to Diagon Alley, not as a couple, for they knew they would never be able to announce their relationship, but as two friends doing some Christmas shopping. Looking forward to spoiling his Godson and his new partner, Harry had enthusiastically searched every shop. Harry had spent a long time searching for the perfect present for Snape. He wasn't sure, even now, that he had found it, but at least he thought Severus would appreciate it.

Walking along the alley, he was pleased to see the door to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes open and Verity standing just inside handing out samples of 'Bouncing Bon Bons', a new product that made those who tried it leap into the air as though jabbed in the bottom with a sharp stick and land heavily on the floorboards, laughing. Harry headed inside.

The shop was still as eye watering as ever, but decorated for Christmas, the clash of orange, purple, red and green made Harry want to lie down in a quiet room for a while, maybe forever. However, he was accosted by a familiar wizard.

“George!” he saw the small smile on George's face and wasn't sure if a hug or hand shake would be best. He went for the hand shake, but was pulled into a hug anyway.

“Harry.” George's voice had lost its confident ring; the mischief seemed to have been lost from it, but he was at least at the shop, so Harry assumed he was starting to cope with his twin's death.

The shop was busy with people buying jokes and surprises for Christmas presents. One section held a range of stockings 'pre-filled with our best sellers' for sale. Another part of the shop was packed with people snatching up packages of the trick food stuffs. Harry had the feeling that a lot of people's Christmases were going to be laughter filled. It was the best memorial Fred could have had.

“Come into the back,” George said, tugging on one of Harry's arms. Over Harry's head, George signalled to Verity that he was going off the shop floor and she nodded, abandoning her post at the door to (wo)man the till.

In the office the noise of the shop was less distracting. It also wasn't decorated in such painful colours. Harry sat in a comfy chair and looked around the room. Two desks stood in the space with two chairs by the tables. Two mugs sat by a kettle, and two jackets labelled with 'Mr Weasley' hung from coat hooks. His stomach clenched. How could George bear to be reminded of his loss like this?

George offered him a wan smile. “I just can't bring myself to get rid of his stuff,” he admitted, as though he had read Harry's mind.

“Why should you?” Harry asked, “It's not been very long, and if you want Fred's things here, than that's what you have.”

“I wish I'd contacted you,” George said, sounding sorrowful, “Mum, Dad, and everyone keep telling me to clear his things away as it will help me 'move on'. You're the only person I've spoken to who doesn't act like I'm a total freak for not wanting to erase every trace of Fred from my life!”

“Sirius once said to me that the ones we love never really leave us, they're always in our hearts,” Harry began, “which I thought was just an idiotic thing to say. What I think is truer is that we are different people because of the people whom we have loved. You wouldn't have been who you are if Fred hadn't been your twin, would you? So, yes, he's gone, and that's shit, but his legend will always live on as long as you do.”

George's eyes were sparkling with suppressed tears. “I – I guess,” he snuffled. Pulling himself together he aimed for business like, “I heard from Verity that you lent the shop some money whilst I was at home. Thanks Harry. You really helped, more than you'll ever know. Without you, the shop would've closed.”

Harry shook his head. “I didn't want this place to close. And I knew, whatever you were feeling at that moment in time, you wouldn't have wanted to close the shop either. Are things better now?”

“Much. We're still running the owl order business, but as you can see, we're busy here too. Let me know what I owe and I'll pay you back.”

“Don't be daft! I wanted this place to succeed, remember? I was doing it for you, for Fred, and for me, so I'd have somewhere to buy trick stuff!”

George looked as though he was about to argue the point, but saw the determination in Harry's face and changed his mind. He also changed the subject. “I'm sorry about you and Ginny. I didn't believe all the things she'd said about you – you know, that you'd fooled around but not wanted to commit.”

Harry nodded his head, unable to express his gratitude that this one Weasley had seen through Ginny's lies.

“Ron was pissed though. He told us that you two had to work together to get over your antagonism.”

“Yeah, it sorta worked too. At least we can be reasonably polite to one another now.” Harry paused, “And Ginny? Is she ok?”

George shrugged. “You know Ginny. Tough girl. She's taken to serial dating again. I'm a bit worried that she's getting a reputation.”

“I haven't heard anything, but then, I doubt anyone would say something to me.”

“And what about you? Any nice young witch in your life?”

Harry's good mood vanished. Was this going to be his lot in life forever now? Being asked if he had found some nice witch and never being able to admit that he was in a committed relationship, all because the person he had chosen happened to be the same gender as he?

“No,” he admitted, face souring.

“A nice wizard then?” George hazarded and knew he had been right when Harry's face registered total shock.

“Don't worry, I'm not Ron. I don't care who you are with,”

“God, George, when did you get to be so smart?”

“Well, it helps that Lee is like you,” he said simply, “all that crap about how much he fancied Angelina always made us laugh. He was so desperate to cover up the fact that he was ...”

“Muggles use the term 'gay',” Harry supplied.

“Right. That. Anyway, I guess I just realised that wizards like you and Lee are just like the rest of us and don't deserve the abuse you get. You should be able to be open about whomever it is who makes you happy.”

Suddenly scared, Harry begged, “Don't say anything, George, please. Not to anyone. Not Ron, or Ginny, or Hermione, or - or anyone. No - one knows. I – I can't let anyone know.”

George looked at the fear in Harry's face and shook his head sadly, “You shouldn't have to hide what you are, but I won't say anything. It's not my secret.”

Harry felt tears rolling down his cheeks. “Thanks,” he managed. After wiping his eyes, he stood up. “I better get back to my shopping. Got presents to buy.”

“Getting a little something for him?” George asked shrewdly.

Blushing, Harry nodded and left the room.

Back at Grimmauld Place he wrapped the presents for Teddy and Severus, the owl treats he'd bought for Trouble, and the present he had found for Kreacher. In the main living room he had conjured up a tree and had decorated it very deliberately using Slytherin green and Gryffindor red. He wanted Severus to feel comfortable in his home, but he wasn't going to pretend he wasn't proud of his background too. Now he shoved the wrapped gifts under the tree (he'd find time somehow to visit Andromeda and Teddy before Severus arrived) and smiled softly to himself. This Christmas he was going to be with someone he cared about, and who cared about him.

He felt bad, because it might have sounded like he hadn't felt wanted at the Burrow (and, apart from that last Christmas, he always had), but having someone all his own was special. And it was such a new feeling that he felt sure this was going to be the best Christmas ever.

If only he could convince Severus to stop being so patient and to spread Harry's legs as he wanted then Christmas would be perfect!

Severus had arrived on 24^th December and had made no comment about the decorations, nor about the improved condition of the the house. The last time he had been here, he reflected ruefully, he had stolen the picture of Lily and the second page of her letter to Sirius. So much had happened, and even more had changed since then. Now he was choosing to spend Christmas with her son, with whom he was …

What did one call it? He hardly felt that 'boyfriend' was a suitable term, and certainly not when used to refer to himself! Partner, lover, 'other half' all felt wrong. Maybe it would be easier to not worry about the label and just enjoy having Harry. Harry had said he was sure this was a life time commitment, but Severus couldn't help the nagging feeling that Harry was full of endorphins and some day Harry would come to his senses and choose some other less grumpy and anti-social man to spend his life with. Still, if Harry was too idiotic to see that he could do much better than Severus, for once Snape wasn't going to correct him.

He had been given a choice of bedrooms and, knowing that Harry would have been perfectly happy for him to choose to share his, Severus had deliberately selected a different room. If Harry had insisted, he would have shared Harry's bed, but it would have made resisting the younger man that much harder and, despite how much he yearned for the two of them to consummate this thing between them, he wasn't going to hurry and risk hurting the idiot he felt such affection for.

His few things had taken up almost no space in the room, and his few presents placed under the tree had hardly taken up a lot of area. Now he was sitting on a chair, Harry on the floor, his head resting on Severus' legs. Snape was sipping a cup of tea and flicking through a potions volume he had found in his room. Harry was meant to be refreshing his knowledge of disillusionment charms, although his one hand seemed far more interested in stroking up and down the older man's leg than in holding the book in place.

The quiet was peaceful and companionable. Harry was always so much in motion that to have this opportunity to observe him being still was most welcome. However, as he had expected, Harry couldn't remain at peace long and was working his fingers up Severus' thighs to stroke at the bulge between his legs. With Harry's attention on it, it hardened quickly and noticeably, to the point where Snape put his tome down and slid one hand into Harry's hair, stroking the black mass and trying to control the slight tremble in his limbs at the arousal he felt.

Turning so that he faced Snape, Harry slid both hands along the legs and with an ease borne of lots of practice at opening Severus' clothing, flicked the buttons loose and plunged both hands inside the trousers to cup the testicles and thick cock. The older wizard suppressed a groan, which Harry took as a challenge. Leaning in, the green-eyed man flicked his tongue over the red, swollen tip, enjoying the taste of Severus that he savoured as he swirled his tongue over the shiny head.

Snape shifted his hips up, longing for more of his throbbing prick to disappear into that hot slick mouth. Harry took advantage of the moving body to ease the trousers down, giving him better access to the hard length he so wanted.

This time Severus couldn't hold back his noises as Harry's head slid down, his lips tight around the generous dick. The curved tip lodged neatly at the very back of Harry's mouth, almost gliding into his throat as he bobbed his head eagerly, sucking the soft hot skin. One hand still cupped the balls, thumb rubbing over them, even as his fingers slid behind the dangling testicles to stroke the flesh behind.

Snape lurched up, something incoherent on his tongue and he spilled messily into Harry's willing mouth. With Severus' seed on his lips and in his mouth, Harry felt content. He loved the taste of that most intimate part of Severus, and licked at the sensitive shaft to clean off all traces of the fluid he enjoyed so very very much.

Snape clutched a little desperately at the arm of the chair. The first time Harry had done this, Severus had come within moments, and the sheer pleasure/agony of being licked after climaxing so hard had made him want to scream, beg, and mumble inanities. He was beginning to get used to the exquisite contrast of feelings as Harry tried to suck out every last drop of his semen, but it didn't make the sensation any less intense. He only hoped that when he returned the favour, Harry enjoyed it even a little bit as much. Although, whenever he had had his lips on Harry, the other wizard had screamed Severus' name, which suggested that he had been happy with whatever Snape had done to him.

Sated, Severus moved so that he was released from Harry's mouth. It was wonderful to have someone who was so willing to taste him, but if he didn't free himself, Harry would continue until Severus was unable to bear the intensity of it.

Looking up at Snape, Harry smiled, a genuine smile of pleasure that held just a trace of smug satisfaction at having done such a thorough job of making Snape cry out. He left Snape's trousers around his calves and instead clambered into the other man's lap, straddling the thighs so that he could grind his own throbbing length against Severus' crotch.

Snape slid his hands onto the perfect roundness of Harry's ass and clenched his teeth trying to remember all the reasons why he wasn't fucking Harry yet. Working Harry's trousers open, he took a firm hold of the slick cock and tugged on it, loving the feel of Harry grinding up and down on him. His cock swelled somehow as Harry rose and fell with the tight grip, panting as he did,lips pressed against Snape's neck, his breath huffing out of him, gasping out Severus' name, pleading with him to keep going, to never stop, to “Fuck me already!”.

Sobbing, Harry spurted over Snape's hand, spattering a fair amount of pearly liquid on both of their dishevelled clothes. Both feeling relaxed, Harry found it easy to snuggle against Snape's chest, and kiss at the older man's neck and ear.

“Stop that,” Severus said, trying to make his voice sound authoritative, rather than breathy and needy, as it currently did. He both hated and adored having his ears tormented by Harry's eager lips.

“Or what?” Harry asked in between kisses.

“Or, my dear sweet idiot, I'll put you across my knee and spank you!”

Too late Severus realised his mistake. Harry moaned and tugged the lobe between his teeth, his tongue laving the skin he held. When Severus tried to tug free, Harry gripped his chin, holding him in place to just endure the sensation that drove him to distraction. Having claimed the skin fully, Harry let it loose.

“Promises, promises,” he breathed against Severus' ear.

With a lap full of Harry, Snape found it difficult to give even a fraction of his attention to the tome he had been reading. Instead he considered how very much his life had changed just in the short week since he and Harry had stopped dancing around one another.

Harry was breathing against his neck, deep, slow breaths that showed him to be on the edge of sleep. By contrast, Snape felt wide awake. He nudged Harry, enjoying the boy's irritated groan as he tried to drift into sleep.

“Wake up! I'm supposed to be the old man!”

Harry jerked awake, narrowly missing smacking the top of his head against Severus' chin and looked at him, green eyes suddenly curious.

“How old are you?”

Snape gave a small smile, although inside he felt terrified. What if Harry rejected him purely because he was too old for such a young man? “I'll be forty next birthday.”

The younger man seemed to be mulling that over, then he asked, “When's that?”

Severus hadn't celebrated his birthday for many years. Dumbledore had always made a point of wishing him happy birthday and of always handing him some small present, but he had not cared about the day of his birth for a long time. “January 9^th,” he admitted.

“So soon?” In his lap, Harry didn't seem to be recoiling in horror; rather he was beginning to express an interest in the flesh between Snape's legs again.

Not feeling capable of enjoying being hard just yet, Severus gently manoeuvred Harry from his lap. He ruthlessly ignored the other wizard's pout. “Don't give me that. I don't recover as quickly as you.”

“And you've spent longer not getting your end away,” Harry pointed out crudely.

“You do have a way with words,” Severus said, “but, essentially, correct. I have certainly spent far more of my adult life not engaging in physical intimacy.”

There was a pause. Harry was thinking about Snape and that he had wanted to sleep with Harry's Mum for so long. Was he mental to think Severus could ever really go for this whole weird relationship?

Identifying the expression Harry wore, Snape gripped the younger man's chin and spoke clearly, “Do not begin questioning this, Harry. If you wish to walk away, afraid that I can never see beyond my love for Lily Evans, then by all means disentangle yourself now. But do not do me the discourtesy of questioning the depth of my commitment.” Harry seemed about to protest, but the other wizard cut him off, “And don't seek to lie about or hide your misgivings. You do us both an injustice then.”

Harry chewed on his lower lip. “Okay,” he muttered, “but I can't help wondering. You've spent eighteen years mooning over my Mum and suddenly that all changes and you start fancying me. It just seems off.” He looked into the black eyes. “And I think that's the real reason you won't sleep with me – you don't really want to.”

Snape's eyebrows lowered. “I'm sitting here with my trousers round my ankles, Potter, does that suggest to you I'm not interested in having sex with you?!”

Harry stood up, pulling his trousers closed. “But you won't even talk about sex! You haven't made any kind of overture to make me hope that one day we might sleep together!”

Snape dragged his own clothing into place, standing as he did so. “Harry,” he was growling with barely controlled anger, “we have been in this thing for precisely one week. Now I know young people have a reputation for being far too promiscuous, but you do seem to be rather eager to have sex with a man old enough to literally be your father.”

Harry snarled. “Don't do that,” he snapped, “don't make this about age, or whatever bullshit you've got running through your head that makes you afraid to commit fully to me. I want you. I can't make it any simpler than that. Yes, I know it's early, yes, I know I need some preparation before we get to sex, but it would be nice to be kept in the loop on when you think you'll be ready to do any of that stuff, just so I could clear my diary!” In his hurt, Harry had reached sarcasm and was ready to lash out if Snape gave him any more pathetic excuses.

Pacing, Snape seemed to be struggling to avoid unleashing his full temper. “I would hope,” he began in a voice icy with sarcasm as well, “that even an idiot like you could understand that I might want sex to occur naturally, rather than be an issue which is being forced. I rather recall you complaining about that very thing when your ex tried to push the matter? Or perhaps you think I have made a mental list of days that would be suitable to prepare you for penetration?”

Shocked, and more than a little shaken by Severus' accusation, Harry paled. “I – I never meant...” he trailed off, eyes wide, “I – I didn't mean to … God, Severus!”

Appalled at himself, Harry seemed to have shrunk. He folded his arms around himself and was now gazing determinedly at the worn carpet, cheeks blazing.

A mass of black filled his vision as Snape stepped close and pulled Harry into his arms. “Idiot,” Severus growled, his solid presence comforting even if his words were harsh, “I know you didn't intend to push. I quite understand being aroused beyond all reason. And, I had considered that a suitable Christmas present might be for us to begin preparation, but only if we do both truly feel ready. Given the doubts you still clearly have about this thing between us, I am not sure that that is such a good idea.”

Harry lifted tear-filled green eyes. “No, I – I don't have doubts. Just – just questions, I guess. You've always been so closed off. Even this year, I haven't really felt able to ask you things about yourself.”
“It's natural to wonder,” Severus interrupted, “and I don't find it easy to talk about my feelings, but to ensure this topic never arises again, let me make clear now that I am not confusing Lily for you, I am not trying to somehow have a piece of her by being with you. Despite your many many flaws, I find myself strangely attracted to you. Understand?”

Nodding, finding it somehow typical of Snape to confess something so personal and yet still manage to insult Harry, Harry felt reassured and knew, even though the niggles wouldn't fade for a long time, if ever, at least he could be assured that Severus wasn't in this relationship for creepy reasons.

“Okay,” he said at last. And then, because he never could stop himself from challenging this man, “so when were you planning on preparing me?”

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