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To Have and To Hold	By : MontanaDan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 67410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author�s note: Thank you EVERYONE all for the wonderful reviews. I�m sorry it took longer to post than anticipated. I had to iron out several characterization problems which my betas refused to let me neglect. My thanks go to them, Laura and Brenna, for their astute and thorough observations. All remaining mistakes are completely my own.

I also noticed that I failed to time frame this fic. I did state that it was Harry�s 7^th year but neglected to mention when. For the record, I�ve placed it after the Christmas break, which would make it mid January.

As for Amorette�s observation of Hermione�s OOC �forgetting� the cloak: I had originally missed it completely then went back and addressed it. It is more of a convenient plot device now rather than a hole. It will come up again though so good spot Amorette.

Also, anyone who would like email notification when I update, please email me directly and I�ll set up an email list. Email to MontanaDan19@aol.com and put THTH in the subject line. I�ve tried to email those who asked on the review board but may have missed someone.

Xikum, thank you for your wonderful review. I am trying to convey just those aspects and I hope the following chapters continue to live up to such praise.

Thank you all again and please continue reviewing. It does inspire the writer.
To Have and To Hold

Chapter 3 � Rationalization
Harry managed to get through his morning classes. He had to cast another glamour that morning and he skipped lunch to try and take a nap. That had been a total failure as someone had set off a Dungbomb in the common room and the smell hadn�t dissipated yet.

So it was with utter dread that Harry shuffled into Potions. He tried not to look at Snape at all. It was a serious trial though. He knew that if he looked at the professor that his eyes would be drawn to his lips and he would remember � well � things he shouldn�t be thinking about.

It was difficult enough trying to concentrate on his potion while Snape was skulking around the classroom, making scathing comments. That damned voice�

"Mr. Potter, what are you creating?"

Harry startled. Snape was hovering right over him. How did he do that? Peering into his cauldron, Harry frowned. It certainly shouldn�t be pink.

"Wound cleaning potion?" Harry suggested, still not looking up.

"Really?" Snape said, his voice dripping with derision. "Would you put that on one of the wounds you so frequently acquire?"

"Er, no," he admitted.

"I didn�t think so." Snape sounded as smug as always. "I think detention is in order."

Harry exhaled heavily as Snape strode away.

"Well that wasn�t too bad," whispered Ron, as he began clearing away their mess.

"I heard that, Weasley," Snape said simply. "Five points from Gryffindor for impertinence."

Harry clamped his mouth closed. Ten more minutes and he could escape.

Ten minutes seemed an eternity as they cleaned their cauldron and put the rest of their ingredients away. Finally the bell rang.

"Potter, stay behind," Snape ordered. "I�ve decided you will serve detention immediately."

Harry internally cringed. He was not up to this. Would Snape be angry because Harry had left? He now knew about Harry using glamours. Would he be angry about that? And what about the kissing? Was Harry supposed to act like it didn�t happen?

A glance at Snape revealed nothing. The man wasn�t even looking at him. He was shuffling through parchments on his desk as the class gathered their belongings and left.

Harry sent Ron and Hermione a meaningful look and continued to pack his things. The last of the students left and Harry swallowed hard as he heard the door close.

"Follow me."

Definitely a command. Maybe a couple of kisses didn�t change anything. Harry swallowed again, licked his lips and wiped moist palms on his robe. Snape preceded him through the door to his office, then through another door into what looked like a study. It was cozy in an earthy sort of way, filled with dark wood furniture and bookshelves. The hearth looked inviting so Harry moved towards it, while Snape moved to the large desk.

Snape sent a locking and silencing charm towards the door. Harry shuddered as he heard it. He was really, really not up to this.

"Now, Mr. Potter," Snape said as he leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. "Exactly what part of �you will remain where you are until I say you can leave� didn�t you understand?"

Harry pulled his eyes off the flames and looked at the potions master. "The part when you kissed me, sir." Harry flinched at his own words. His brain obviously wasn�t working.

Snape blinked at him then smirked. "Was it unsatisfactory or otherwise not up to your standards?"

Harry couldn�t help his jaw from dropping open. Which was the wrong � or maybe the right � thing to do because his mouth was suddenly filled with Snape�s tongue.

God, it was better than he remembered. He wrapped his arms around Snape�s neck and hung on for dear life as he succumbed to the thoroughness of being tasted and explored by that adept tongue. He tasted a combination of mint tea and chocolate as Snape caressed his mouth with his own.

When he was seriously in need of oxygen, Snape released his mouth to trail nips and licks along his jaw. Harry moaned helplessly, savoring the lingering impression of Snape�s lips as they moved.

He felt bereft when Snape lifted his head. Harry opened his eyes and was glad that Snape�s arms were around him, because he was almost positive he would�ve hit the floor if not for the support. Snape�s gaze danced over his face until settling on his own and Harry almost gasped as the intensity of it.

Something very strong empowered that stare and if Snape felt anything close to what Harry was feeling than it was a wonder the two of them didn�t burn to cinders where they stood.

He hoped-

"Drink."

Harry blinked. A cup was held to his mouth. How it got into Snape�s hand, which shook slightly, he wasn�t sure. Harry swallowed the fluid as the rim was tilted against his lips before he could ask what it was.

It didn�t take long before he knew. His eyes drifted closed as he sank into induced sleep.

**********

Severus scooped Potter up and laid him back on the sofa.

This is getting to be quite a nice habit.

Severus ignored the voice. He had a couple of things to do, then he had to contact Albus.

Once he felt ready to confront the Headmaster, Severus checked Potter, who was still asleep, and fire called Dumbledore. After explaining where and why Potter was again asleep on his sofa, omitting key details, Severus tried to impress upon the Headmaster the seriousness of Potter�s condition.

"The brat�s exhausted, Albus."

"I know, Severus, but-"

"Albus." Severus leaned over the arm of the couch and turned the Potter�s face towards the fireplace.

"He looks-"

"Finite Obscurus," said Severus, removing the glamour.

"Good heavens," Albus exclaimed, shocked.

"Indeed." Severus faced the Headmaster seriously. "Why didn�t you tell me about the visions, Albus?"

"I assure you, I did."

That indignant look didn�t fly with Severus. "You told me about the connection; that Potter could see some of the things the Dark Lord did and feel some of his emotions." Severus stood rigid. "You did not tell me that Potter felt the effects of the Dark Lord�s curses as he saw them."

Dumbledore studied him silently and for a moment Severus thought he was going to be inundated with a bevy of Albus� brand of hogwash. Then it hit him.

"You didn�t know, did you?" Severus asked.

"No, Severus," he admitted in a pained voice. "I did not realize the extent of the connection. He did not confide in me." Dumbledore sighed heavily, looking his age. "Although considering all I�ve withheld from Harry, I am not surprised."

Severus sighed and recounted what he knew about the potions Potter had made for himself as well as what he knew about what Potter experienced with the visions.

"I thought it was your opinion that Harry was dreadful at potions."

Oh, do tell him you were wrong.

"It seems that necessity was a stronger force than I was to inspire thet�s t�s proficiency."

"Indeed," murmured Albus, his eyes still studying Potter�s shadowed face. "It seems yet another trait he shares with his father."

Don�t rise to it. We�re discussing Harry, not James.

Severus sneered but contained his comment. "Headmaster?" he inquired curiously.

Dumbledore gave Severus his attention again. It may have looked like the fool�s mind had wandered off, but Severus knew by now that the reflective look for Albus meant ideas were forming. Severus shuddered.

"Hiding things from me," Albus explained. "The glamours and the talent," he enumerated. "I was just speculating on what else Harry could be hiding."

Damn.

"I doubt Potter is capable of hiding more from you, Albus," Severus assured him. Severus wanted to be the one�

"Perhaps," said Albus seriously. "But as he has already confided in you about the visions, maybe he will open up further to you."

Aren�t you the smooth snake, Severus?

"Albus, we�ve worked with each other extensively all last year, but I hardly count as a confidant."

"Don�t discount your abilities, Severus," Albus encouraged. "Harry already respects you. You could get him to trust you."

Severus nodded resignedly. "I will try."

"Very well, I will leave it to you," said Dumbledore finally. "I�ll inform his friends that some temporary seclusion is necessary."

"That would be helpful."

"You don�t think Poppy-"

"He needs rest, Albus," Snape�s tone was severe. "Not mollycoddling, nor all his friends traipsing in and out of the infirmary."

"That is probably wise as well, Severus," said Dumbledore with a sigh. "Try to be nice."

"Nice?" Severus said indignantly. "I intend to make him sleep," Snape said. "I do not intend to entertain him."

Kissing isn�t entertainment?

"And do let me know when he�s well enough to return to classes."

Severus nodded and thedmasdmaster vanished from the hearth.

"You told on me?"

Severus spun around to see Potter staring up at him, accusation and betrayal in his eyes. He sighed.

"Potter, I only told the Headmaster what was necessary," he admitted. "I know you think you can handle the situation, but you can�t. Without help, you will end up injuring yourself. Would you rather spend a few days with Madam Pomfrey?"

His mouth opened then closed again.

"As I thought," Severus said with a smirk. "Besides, I am a much better kisser than she is."

The jaw dropped opened again and the pink tinge that flushed Potter�s face was quite satisfying.

"Now that that is settled," Severus announced as he settled into a chair near the sofa. "Once you have rested acceptably and have more strength, we�ll have to work on the Occlumency further. I�m sure we can come up with something."

"And what about the-the-"

"The what, exactly, Potter?"

"The kissing."

Severus surveyed the young man lounging on his couch again. Thank Merlin he had taken the glamour off and his exhaustion was visible. The brat was just too tempting.

"That depends on you, Potter."

"Me?"

"The sooner you�re better, the sooner we can clarify and explore any sort of relationship."

Bribing the brat with kisses, Severus? How Slytherin.

Potter sat up, too fast, and Severus was instantly beside him.

"Lay down, Potter," he commanded sharply. "Don�t make me douse you with potions again."

"Look, I don�t know what kind of game you�re playing at but-"

"Lay down!"

"No." The whelp stood up. "Not until you tell me what you�re playing at."

Severus took a firm hold on his arm, steadying him.

"Potter, do you think I go about distributing kisses to the upper classmen?" he said angrily. Potter shook his head. "Precisely. Use your brain. If what occurred between us became known, we could both lose our respective positions here at the school."

Potter gave a thoughtful nod and allowed Severus to help him back to a comfortable sprawl on the couch. "I think we are both too important-"

"Even with our respective positions being what they are," Severus cut off his argument. "The Headmaster could isolate me somewhere in the castle and ship you off to some safe house," Severus told him. Potter seemed subdued by that idea. Severus tipped his chin up to meet his gaze. "Do you want that? To be hidden away somewhere, away from your friends?"

He shook his head. "No. But�"

"But, what?"

"Well, obviously you heard my conversation with Hermione and," Potter turned his head, but again Severus turned it back. "Well I only assumed that your actions would be to humiliate me."

Severus tightened his grip around Potter�s jaw, just firmly enough to get his attention. "Mr. Potter, do you truly believe I would do that?"

Potter dropped his gaze. "No," he murmured. "Not really. But," he looked up again, "Then why-I mean�"

"Spit it out."

"I just haven�t figured out why you�re interested in me."

"You�re interested in me," Severus reasoned.

Fishing for compliments, Severus? Do carecare why?

"But you�re attractive," Potter said. "You move with grace and purpose, not all gangly and awkward. Your voice is so sexy it should be illegal. You�re brave and honorable�" He looked away self-consciously.

Severus blinked. Potter�s earnest opinion shook him to the core. Was he serious? They were passed the point of jesting so he must be, and even if the physical aspect of their association had yet to proceed, the intent was clearly present. "So honorable that I would lower my ethics to the point of becoming involved with a student."

"That�s what I don�t get," Potter said his expression confused. "Why would you do that?"

Why, indeed? I dare you to tell him that you can�t help it. Tell him you find him so irresistible that honor has no meaning. That even logic and reason pass away in matters of the heart.

"Mr. Potter, you haven�t forgotten who you are, have you?"

Coward.

"I thought you didn�t subscribe to my so called fame."

Severus pulled a feral grin. "It has its advantages."

Potter�s face turned serious as he stared back. "Mm. Everyone wants a piece of Harry Potter."

Fools. All of them.

"Indeed."

Severus wouldn�t have believed it if he didn�t see it. Potter looked as if he�d been struck, he pale features flinched then his expression turned completely neutral, bland even.

He got up again and stepped away from Severus to approach one of the bookshelves, inspecting the titles. "So you seriously want to start something with me?"

What just happened? Potter�s mask was in place again.

Should have told him the truth. Now he counts you as one of the fools.

He stepped behind Potter and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him against his chest. Severgnorgnored his inner voice. The truth was uncertain. The only thing that was certain was the need to protect and possess. But he would not be counted among the fools.

"Yes, but there will be rules," Severus said softly into his ear. "The first rule is honesty.

"Oh?" Potter�s voice was clear but there was a definite tremble.

"Yes. You can drop the mask and tell me what�s wrong."

"Nothing. Why would you think-"

Severus� hands moved over his chest. "Mr. Potter, how long have you known me?"

"Seven years."

"Precisely," Severus breathed into his ear, his lips brushing the rim. "And in that time, have I ever cared about your fame?"

"No, but you never wanted anything from me before. Now you-"

Severus latched his mouth onto the side of Potter�s throat. He all but melted into Severus� chest with an exquisite moan.

Note to self: extremely sensitive neck.

"What exactly do you see when you look in a mirror, Mr. Potter?"

"Um. I don�t-

Severus hands found their way underneath the cotton shirt and moved over tantalizing silken skin. He found a nipple and scraped it with a nail until it pebbled.

"You think I�m attractive?" Potter asked in a breathy voice.

"The whole wizarding world thinks so."

"The whole wizarding world thinks the Boy-Who-Lived is attractive."

Severus heard the bitterness and the contempt in the words and in the voice. "Are you not Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Only when I have to be," he stated quietly.

Hm. "I see," said Severus.

"Do you?"

Severus turned the body in his arms and lifted his face. The Boy-Who-Lived was just another mask. He understood and he nodded.

"So then why?"

Tell him!!

Severus studied Potter�s face. Open curiosity was apparent, but also a hint of insecurity. It was a look that one would never have seen on James� face and certainly shouldn�t be on this particular Potter�s face. Severus didn�t like it. He wanted to wipe it out of existence.

Kiss it off.

So he did.

Severus� tongue searched and entwined with Potter�s again. The potion�s taste was fading but Severus could smell the cocamile again. It must be his shampoo. Merlin, he could kiss him forever. It felt so good. He tightened his arms around the lithe form, his hands still touching skin as he held Potter close.

He finally raised his head before his body became too engrossed. "Does that answer your questions?" asked Severus.

Green eyes opened, glassy with arousal. "Wow."

Severus frowned, as delicious as he was� "You definitely need more sleep, Potter."

"I�d rather have more kisses."

He�s addicted to your kisses now. Isn�t that magnificent?

He is also � kissing me?

Potter�s arms had crept up and around Severus� neck and Harry was now plastered to his front, his mouth exploring his own.

He�s a fast learner � or not as inexperienced as you�d hoped.

His inner voice was completely ignored in favor of the young muscular curves as Severus took back control of the kiss.

Trailing his mouth down that delectable throat again, Severus found the spot he had marked the other night and bit down gently.

A soft gasp escaped the now swollen lips and Harry�s hips thrust against his own. Severus smiled around the skin between his teeth.

Oh, yes. Good spot.

Harry�s fingers clutched at his hair, pulling desperately and Severus lifted his head only to have his mouth attacked again.

Definitely enthusiastic.

Severus body was more than a little interested now and he knew he had to either calm Potter down or�

Leaning the pliant body against the back of the large winged back chair, Severus quickly unfastened the front of Potter�s trousers and slid his hand inside. Potter gasped into his mouth as Severus� hand curled around the throbbing erection.

Severus didn�t stop kissing, mapping the sweet mouth with his tongue, as he stroked his cock. His thumb moved over the dripping slit and Potter instinctively bucked into his hand.

Pumping firmly along with Potter�s thrusts, Severus moved his mouth to Potter�s ear, nipping and licking along the way.

"Come for me," he whispered.

Potter arched, tensed and came. Severus watched the play of naked emotions that traversed over the younger man�s features with fascination until his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth, biting to keep from crying out.

Severus held him firmly until his shuddering stopped and he summoned his wand. A quick spell cleaned his hand, the boy and his clothes, while Severus maintained a firm hold around Potter.

Potter�s forehead rested comfortably on his shoulder, his arms loose around Severus� neck. Severus summoned a vial and with a gentle grip on Potter�s silky hair, tilted his head back. There was a dreamy smile on the well-kissed lips and Severus had to grin at it.

He held the vial to Potter�s lips and the eyes opened instantly. "No. Please, no more-"

"Drink it," Severus insisted, tilting it into his mouth. It was more than a sleep potion, there was restorative in it as well. He ensured that Potter swallowed it all, then tossed the vial onto a nearby table just as Potter went limp. Severus swept him up again and laid him back on the sofa. He couldn�t wait to lay the man on his bed, wrap him in Severus� Slytherin sheets.

He moved, more than a bit uncomfortably, to the shower to take care of his own need, which was dire. The sight of Potter�s rapt expression was more erotic than anything Severus could recall seeing. The brat was just too damned�

Sexy? Responsive? Hot?

Severus couldn�t find fault with any of the adjectives this time.

And he comes on command. Think he learned that from his godfather?

Severus smirked, turning on the taps. He would just see if the boy would �stay� this time.

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Harry moved quickly up the stairs to the tower. He still felt tired, but his body felt more alive than it had in months. Snape � or would it be Severus now? � was incredible. And not only with the kissing or the other parts. Harry smiled just thinking about it. Jerking off was definitely better with a partner.

Snape � er, Severus, seemed very concerned about his health, which was something Harry wasn�t used to. True, Snape had always been diligent and thorough with his training, but now he was showing actual concern about his tiredness. And he was trying to force Harry into sleeping better, like he wanted to take care of him.

Harry had to admit, he�d never really been taken care of. It would be nice not to have to worry about everything.

Could he trust Snape, trust anyone, to such an extent? He�d have to tell Snape about, well, everything. Snape seemed sincere enough. And he had bottled up all of Harry�s potion. He�d found the vials, each one labeled and filled with one precise dose each, on one of Snape�s shelves.

Harry frowned. But he had told Dumbledore about the visions.

"Harry!"

He turned as Ron and Hermione clamored up the steps to meet him.

"Where have you been?" Hermione demanded. "We were told you were indisposed, but we checked the hospital and you weren�t there."

Harry could help the heat that infused his face. "I was in the dungeons."

"With Snape?" Ron asked carefully.

Harry smiled. "Yeah."

"And did he kiss you again?" Ron demanded.

Harry looked around to make sure no one was around. It was dinnertime but he had to make sure. Snape hadn�t been in the room when Harry woke up and since he didn�t reappear when Harry called him, Harry assumed he could leave.

The hallway was empty as they moved down it. "Keep your voice down, Ron," Harry told him intently.

"Then he did," Ron inferred.

Harry nodded.

"Oh, Harry, this is bad," said Hermione, wringing her hands.

Harry stopped and turned to Hermione. "It damned well isn�t."

Hermione shuffled them both into a nearby empty classroom. "I looked up student-teacher relationships at Hogwarts," she said after she cast a privacy spell around them.

"And?" said Ron.

"And it�s forbidden."

Well that didn�t surprise Harry.

"The last one was 20 odd years ago. A young man named Curtis Reed and the charms teacher, Florence Rivers had an affair," Hermione went on.

"And what happened to them?" Ron was interested even if Harry wasn�t.

There was no way in hell Harry was going to end whatever it was he had until he saw where it went. Snape seemed to have everything Harry needed; experience, discretion, intelligence, responsibility and he showed concern for Harry, not the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Curtis was expelled and the teacher was fired."

"And?" Harry prompted. He bet that couple didn�t end it either.

"Well it didn�t say in Hogwarts: A History but-"

"We know you looked it up," said Ron. "Spill it."

"Well, they got married and Florence Reed-"

"Isn�t she the author of those household charm books?" Ron said. "I think my mum has some."

Hermione nodded. "Yes and Curtis Reed does security in the town where they live in Spain. They�re still married, have 5 children and are very happy."

Well that was encouraging. The trick was not to get caught. Shouldn�t be too hard with a Slytherin spy and a part Slytherin descendant of a marauder who was used to hiding things. Too bad his animagus form wasn�t a bug or something equally indigenous to the castle.

Hermione was going on about that Curtis Reed never took his NEWTS and was just plain lucky that he found a job.

Harry dismissed it. "So it�ll have to be a secret," said Harry with a shrug. "Not that anyone would probably believe it anyway. But we�re used to keeping secrets."

Both Ron and Hermione were looking at him like he had grown another head.

"What?"

A green head with tentacles sprouting out the side.

"Harry," said Hermione carefully. "Are you serious about continuing-"

"Hell yes," Harry said vehemently. "He�s willing to chance it too. I�m not giving up a chance with someone who wants me," he thumped his chest, "ME � Harry, not the Boy-Who-Lived."

"But you could do so much better, mate," Ron said, his expression battling between outrage and disbelief.

"Maybe I don�t want to," Harry argued. "I started this. You both knew how I felt. Now I know he feels it too."

Harry wasn�t exactly sure what Snape felt, but he knew there was something there. The potion master was not the sort of person who let lust rule his life. Snape wanted him and it was for more than just sex. "What could be wrong with trying?" he asked his friends

"How do you know he�s not just trying to-"

"Ron," Harry interrupted. "You heard Hermione. He would be in as much trouble as me, more even. He�s not going to risk it on a whim."

Harry could tell by their defeated expressions that he had won. They both knew how stubborn he was. He knew Hermione wasn�t opposed to the rule breaking anymore; he and Ron had sufficiently broken her of that problem over the years. And Ron was merely trying to get his mind around the fact that it was Snape.

"Look, it�s not like we�re getting married or anything," Harry said. "It�s just a little, just a little-"

"Just a little what?" Hermione wanted to know.

"Well, I�m not exactly sure yet," Harry admitted. "But I�ll let you know. Okay?"

Harry finally got them moving and they went back to the common room to study. On the way, Ron leaned close to his ear.

"It�s just kissing, right?"

"Well, yeah, mostly," Harry said, unsure if Ron wanted all the gory details.
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