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You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You	By : squigglesquared Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You
- 2-2
- 3-3
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- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
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- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-Epilogue 1
- 37-Epilogue 2
- 38-Epilogue 3
- 39-Epilogue 4
- 40-Epilogue 5
- 41-Epilogue 6
- 42-Epilogue 7
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Harry had heeded his love’s warning, to prepare to be exceedingly drunk. And so Harry was, but he had drunk shandies and glasses of water and was still off his face when they returned home, sometime after seven the next morning. He remembered his beloved doing no such thing but couldn’t think straight as he gathered Severus and he into a heap and passed out, wrapped around his lover’s naked form, wishing he had the energy to fuck him.

The ladies returned to the hotel. Hermione was free of her shackles and pressed her lover into the wall, “Fancy a fuck?”, she asked. Ginny just yawned. She hugged her sweet girl and got them both to bed.

****

On their way to bed, Ron and Draco heard the screams and moans from the twins’ room, then in an impulse ordered room service munchies and stripped each other and they fucked long into the night, writhing and responding to the row coming from next door imagining all sorts of activities ensuing. They could have sworn they heard at least one woman’s voice and at least three male voices that neither of them recognised. They shrugged and giggled as they sought sleep in the early hours, the noises from next door not abating.

****

As the sun rose the next day it tipped into a room with the curtains drawn back and awoke two red-haired men either side of the dark-haired man and the blond of indeterminate gender pressed between them. They kissed long and deep until their sandwich fillings awoke.

****

As Harry awoke, he realised all he wanted to do was be with his lover at home, sans children, and stared down into his lover’s eyes as he woke and watched the pain of hangover behind his eyes. Pressing the potion upon him and loving the response a few moments later as Severus grabbed him in an early morning wake-up hug and Harry was all over his lover and they held each other tight and one of them spread his legs wantonly while the other prepared and someone was fucked with main force and one groaned with his ecstasy throwing his head back and his neck was devoured, legs thrown carelessly over body, over shoulders. Severus slowly unwound himself from the intoxicating and addictive body of his lover and murmured, “You are the best I ever had, Harry”. Harry giggled, “I haven’t finished yet”, then his love invited him into a mouth made for sin and sucked him until he saw stars.

****

Ron grinned as he held his boyfriend as they awoke, watching those silver eyes opening, smiling into that amazing face and being kissed awake by his beloved then fucked beyond all imagining, he had never let Draco fuck him before and this time he let him in and Draco was deeply respecting the moment even though he didn’t really last that long once he was half-way inside. He came in seconds, much to his deep embarrassment and Ron let them try again a bit later and then Ron was fucked comprehensively and they both came within moments of each other crying out and screaming.....”Fuck me Dragon”, and the speed of the thrusts increased as Draco drilled him into the bed, “Yes, bitch, harder. Call that a fuck. Harder bitch, harder. Oooh yes, just like that. Fuck me. Oh, god, harder, yes like that, more more, let me spread myself, take me”, and the rocking together took no time and they both came with a feeling of deep satisfaction and lay back. Breath gathering. Ron laughed first, ”You’re a lovely fuck, Draco. I love to feel you inside me. Not something I am used to”, he muttered.

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Severus rolled gently off Harry and Harry stayed on his back with a grim, “I’m having the ‘signs’. We haven’t got much time left”, as his beloved withdrew and lay in his arms, keeping Harry on his back. They both grinned conspiratorially, “Let’s not let anyone know, see how far we can get..... If we can get....... It may already be too late”. Severus leaned over and kissed an anxious Harry. They wanted this so much, but Harry grinned and the posture was held before they both slept blinking lasciviously into each other’s eyes.

****

The next morning did not exist. As lunchtime approached they received various invites but Severus had already started to roast a chicken and when the text messages came in he simply invited the messagers’ to lunch at his house, giving out the address and within short order had Hermione and Ginny and Ron and Draco at his house. At their house. Harry pulled on jeans, the only concession he would make for visitors and answered the door looking so fucked and ravished.

He made no apologies and invited his friends in, grinning as Severus leapt off the sofa and launched himself into the kitchen not really knowing what was going to do. Harry gently ejected him, “See what our guests want to drink, love”, and kissed his mate, only serving to confuse the man further until Harry took him in hand, “We invited these people to lunch and I am cooking it, now fuck off and do the host thing” Severus grabbed his beloved and did the ‘lover’ thing until Harry released him and started back into ‘host’ mode.

Everyone chuckled as Severus handed drinks out and they all swapped stories of the previous night. Pissed, extremely pissed and mega-pissed. They all laughed. Hermione interjected, “I really don’t understand butches. If I want to fuck a woman, I want her to look like one not a guy with no dick”. Ginny insinuated herself into her lover’s lap and wriggled, “I may have no tits but I’m all woman”, and Hermione accepted the wriggle and the small boobs and loved her decadent girlfriend anyway and the boys had an edited replay of the girls’ night.

Then Draco and Ron replayed their night, the confusion, not even knowing, in their pureblood way, how to hail a cab, leaving the roof terrace and re-entering the maelstrom of the crowds below. Mainly men, but no horrible whiffs as men crushed up against each other and pressed together.

Ron kept a tight hold on Draco until they reached Steve’s pub and they still held each other as they washed up to the bar to find Joel still serving. “Bloody hell, is that Steve a slave-driver?”. Joel grinned, “He couldn’t find anyone else willing to take the shift and I’m on double money tonight which I need to maintain my ‘gay-boy-in-the-city’ lifestyle. Flats around here are frigging expensive and I live right here on Canal Street”.

As the pub closed in the early morning, he took them both to a breakfast club and fed them both an ‘e’. After some wild dancing, he dragged them both off to his flat and the three shared and experimented with each other, Joel ended up ‘skewered’ between them with Draco up his fundament and Ron’s cock gagging him, it was a splendid end to a long tiring day and the three slept in a heap for a while before Ron and Draco staggered back to the hotel.

As it was a sunny day, Harry laid the table in the yard and all six trooped outside and enjoyed a cooked Sunday lunch in the open air listening to the music all around them, from the reggae pounding from the speakers in the street to the Somalian woman who was singing in a rising and falling cadence to her young child. Hermione thought the sound beautiful and listened carefully, tears in her eyes.

As the talk grew lively, Hermione leaned in to Harry, “Were you shocked last night, you know, when you saw Gin and I in the street all dressed up?”. Harry blushed, “Yeah, a bit, but you know me, I don’t make judgements”, and shrugged, “We’re not lifestyle, it’s just fun. We swap roles too, in case you were wondering, we like to play. So, how was your night? And why does Severus looked freaked at us being here?”.

Harry laughed, “He just invited you all on the spur of the moment and he doesn’t generally do things like that. He’s so paranoid about holding on to his privacy here, but it is nice to have visitors once in a while”. Severus caught Harry around the middle and pulled him closer, “My ears are burning”. Harry threw his head back with a look of ecstasy on his face, “We were talking about you, darling, not to you”, and melted against his lover’s bare chest.

Severus growled and sank his teeth into Harry’s shoulder. Hermione watched with amusement lighting her face. She leaned on her hand as she part-sprawled atop the table and took a long swig of her beer and a pull on the blunt that Ron handed her, “You two fascinate me, particularly you”, she grinned and pointed her spliff at her ex-teacher. He raised a cynical brow and smirked, “And what on earth could you possibly find to fascinate you about the dour persona of a bitter old teacher?”

She laughed aloud, “Oh, behave, you. For six and a half years, we saw nothing but the dour, the miserable and the bitter Snape. Now we see the happy, the playful and, so hex me, the sexy Snape. It’s that change that fascinates me, not the usual straight-girlie-in-thrall-to-gay-men thing”. She extended her hand and patted his arm. He picked up her hand and kissed her fingers, “Thank you, you’re such a flatterer”.

She rolled her eyes, “I mean it, you silly sod. You’re a much more interesting person now, not so one-dimensional any more, and, fuck it, I like seeing people happy. Call it my inner Gryffindor! I have to keep my starchy buttoned up demeanour now I’m training at the Ministry. It’s just interesting what undercurrents run deep under the starchy exteriors. When I go back to work on Monday, I will be once more ‘trainee Auror’, not Hermione Granger, dyke sex fiend, who likes to wear leather and rubber and be dommed by my randy girlfriend. This weekend has been an eye-opener and I want to come back next year. I love being in a space where I can be open about my sexuality and walk down the street with my arms around the woman I love”.

Severus smiled and squeezed her fingers gently before relinquishing them, “It has been the best Mardi Gras I ever attended. To be there with friends and the love of my life made this totally different from every other year I have attended. So”, he drawled languidly, “Sexy, eh? I never thought I would hear a pupil of mine, ex or otherwise, ever call me that”, he grinned as she blushed. “I bet Harry calls you that all the time”, she murmured as she watched Severus sink his mouth to Harry’s shoulder as her best friend chatted to the other occupants of the table and accepted the ministrations of his lover with a quick kiss to the side of his head then continued his conversation as he described the live shows they had been to the previous night.

The twins rang, all out of breath. They were at the Apparation spot and where were the others? Ron chuckled into his new phone, “Give us half an hour, we really should be getting back to the Burrow”. They’d all had a brilliant weekend but it was time to go home now.

Severus and Harry had one more night without the children, so, after seeing the others off, they went back into town for a quiet drink, meeting Matt and Jon and caught up on their weekend. They had also been in attendance at two of the live shows and Matt chuckled at the amateurishness of a couple of the scenarios, “The dungeon was a bit pathetic, not nearly hard enough. We saw you two leave. Pain and punishment not your thing then?”

Severus shuddered, “As a Magical, I have been subjected to more of that kind of scenario than I can stomach, and it was for real, along with the consumption of human flesh. Not pretty, I can assure you, particularly if the appetites run counter to that. The man we fight is fond of such tableaux but the participants rarely make it out alive, and they are usually captives, abductees, not willing at all. I like consensus to the acts, not brutality and torture”.

Jon asked, his tone reverent, “So it’s true what my cousins say about this evil overlord?” Severus’ face was grave and he nodded. “I made a very bad decision in my youth and now I am Marked by him. The man I married is the one prophesied to be his end. It’s complicated”. Jon turned, wide-eyed to Harry, “So you are that Harry, the one that Colin and Dennis speak of?”. Harry nodded, “I’d rather not speak of it so publicly”, and took a long drink of his pint. Matt tried to lighten the atmosphere, “You two are drinking again, but you didn’t at the wedding. Why not?” Harry and his husband glanced at each other, ‘Shall you tell them or shall I?’, Harry spoke into his beloved’s mind.

Severus took a deep breath. “Well, you know we have a couple of children now, don’t you?” The two men nodded, “Yeah, you had surrogates or something”, Matt replied. Harry shook his head, “No, Severus and I bore our children and we were both pregnant when we wed”. Their friends’ eyes were wide. “No!!. Blokes? Pregnant? How?!!” Severus hushed their loud voices, “We are bonded wizards, it’s a bit more complicated, but, yes, Harry and I carried our own children and that’s why we had very little to drink on our wedding day. Our guests then and this weekend are all Magicals”.

Jon grinned, “Thought so, the old guy looked like a definite, although I couldn’t suss out what-was-her-name, Minerva?” Severus grinned, “She is a colleague of mine, a fellow teacher at the school we all attended, a specialist school for our kind and the older chap is my Headmaster and friend, even though he is an interfering old bugger”.

Harry laughed, “Minerva was my House-Mistress and has been a mentor and friend to me all through school”. Jon started to laugh and was quizzed on the source of his hilarity, “So you two were teacher and pupil at school?” Harry blushed, “Yes, although I was in upper sixth before Severus and I got together, we had to do some serious sneaking around and the Headmaster didn’t like it one bit, especially when we both got pregnant, but neither of us were cognisant of the bond we had made. That’s what made those weird photos. What you can see is our bond-light surrounding us. Now I must ask you not to repeat anything we have told you tonight”.

Jon’s expression was cheeky, “Or what?” Harry grinned ferally, “Or I can place my hands either side of your head and with a single word you will simply forget this entire encounter. I’ve done it before and I can do it again”. Severus nodded, “This man is the most powerful wizard of his generation. Our friend, Hermione, is the brightest and most intelligent witch for many a year, and the Weasley clan are from an ancient and pure bloodline as is Draco, Ron’s boyfriend. He hails from a long line of aristocratic wizards deeply entrenched in the dark side, but we are trying to keep him on the side of the Light. His parents were both killed recently and he himself was tortured and raped at the behest of the dark lord and his minions, one of whom was his own bloody father, who used to be a friend of mine, nay, a lover. It was he who convinced me to join forces with that mad bastard. Think Pol Pot or Hitler. Someone who wishes to erase all none-pure elements in the Magical bloodlines, a genocidal maniac”.

They were silent at this information. “Bloody hell, and I thought Magic was pure showmanship, you know, rabbits out of hats and that sort of thing”, muttered Matt. Jon shook his head, “Can you two do wandless Magic?” They both nodded. “Matt, with two words, those two could kill us, right here as we sit. Isn’t that right?” They nodded sombrely. “Yes”, whispered Harry. “It isn’t kiddies’ conjuring tricks. Are you sure you want to remember this conversation? If the burden of carrying secrets is too much, then I’m happy to ‘obliviate’ either or both of you”. Matt’s eyes were wide, “I can keep secrets, I’m not a gossip, not when it’s this important. Please don’t mess with my head. Dad would have loved to have met you two. He loved that Steve was a Magical. It was a bloody shame that the medical technology was too late to save him”, the man sighed, and Harry’s heart went out to him.

A parent’s death was still a death, Magical or otherwise, and Harry could identify, “My parents were killed when I was a baby. I have no real memories of them. The dark bastard killed them. That’s where this scar comes from on my head”, he pushed his hair back. “There’s a prophecy that exists saying it’s either him or me when the crunch comes. I have to fight him and I have to either win or die”, he could feel the tears block his throat and he was held by his beloved.

Jon attempted to lighten the mood, “And here was I thinking that the sad school teacher had landed himself a bit o’ chicken. Fuck, this is all so much deeper than I imagined”. Severus smiled, Harry in his arms, “The Magical world isn’t a pretty place sometimes. I could still end up a widower bringing up two small children, but we don’t think of it too deeply, you could go mad if you think about it too hard. We have decided to enjoy whatever time we have”.

Jon grinned, “You sound like Gandalf out of Lord of the Rings”. Severus nodded, “It’s in the way of wizards to over-dramatise”, then smiled at the scared faces of his friends. “We pick up the kids tomorrow, then we’re back at school in a couple of days. Back to the grind”, this lightened the mood a little and Harry went back to the bar for a fresh round of drinks.

Harry was scrunched into the far corner of the back seat in the taxi home that night, staring morosely out of the window as they drove along. Their driver glanced in his mirror, “You two haven’t been fighting have you?” Severus smiled weakly as he gathered Harry into his arms, “No, we’ve got to be back at work in a couple of days. You know, that end of the holidays feeling? It’s enough to make the staunchest heart turn a little blue at the thought”. The driver smiled at them and dropped them back home.

They stood in the middle of the lounge. Harry was all closed in upon himself and he was held tight. “I didn’t want to think about all this while I was still here. I wanted a break, although I understand why you had to explain to Matt and Jon. I’m glad they know now, it’s just....”, his voice tailed off as his shoulders shook as he cried and was held against a broad chest in strong and supportive arms. “Come on, love, let’s go to bed”. He let himself be led upstairs and undressed and tucked in and held while he snuffled out his fears and anxieties for the coming school year. They both knew that the storm was brewing just out of sight. This year would be the decisive one, of that, they had no doubt.
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