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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 39 - Third Anniversary

Harry lay on their bed some two years later and considered all the insane changes in his life. With Tony's mentoring, he had soon been going out alone as an Auror, and was now even mentoring a trainee himself. After the intensive course he had done, and the preparation it had given him, the Head of the Auror Office had decided to keep the training in place and, Harry knew, was considering offering a teaching post to Harry.

Ron and Neville had both become Aurors as well, although Harry knew that Ron was planning on leaving the role once Hermione became pregnant. He had said (and Harry had agreed with him) that he couldn't do something so dangerous and risk leaving her to bring up a child alone.

While Neville enjoyed being an Auror, he too was looking elsewhere for his future – he was considering gaining further qualifications in Herbology, so that he could teach at Hogwarts when Professor Sprout finally retired.

Career-wise, Harry was moving along nicely; Tony's assessments of him had always been glowing, and he had learned so much from the American. Personally, he and Severus were in an excellent place and were both now very eager to have a child. As Beth and Yolanda had had another two children (Petra and Stephen, like the first pair, had both been born on the same day) the previous year, there was every possibility he and Severus would soon be preparing for offspring.

God, I really hope so!

After receiving far more publicity than he had ever wanted following the trial, and becoming a focal point for Luna's Campaign for Dignity for Same Sex Couples (Cadissc for short), Harry had felt horribly in the limelight. The opening of the museum at Grimmauld Place hadn't helped either as people had wanted to ask him endless questions about why certain things had been included, and others excluded. But it had really been the Campaign that had caused the most stress. It had put extra pressure on his relationship with Severus, as now there was even more at stake should it fail. But it hadn't failed, and he longed to 'marry' his companion, despite knowing it was impossible. He had given numerous interviews on that very subject, and received all manner of letters in response.

It was difficult now to pin point exactly when people had stopped staring at him and Severus whenever they had appeared in public together (not that that happened very often) and when Harry had stopped feeling under constant scrutiny as he went about his day to day life. Like all these things, changes did not happen all at once, but incrementally, so that eventually he felt more relaxed on the streets, and even spotted the occasional same sex couple sitting in a pub or bar, beginning to enjoy the freedom that 'normal' couples took so much for granted.

Nobody had been surprised when the same sex law had been completely repealed; the 'temporary' repeal had clearly only been a precursor to the abolition of it entirely. Kingsley had taken some criticism for it, but had held fast, declaring that the war had been fought to bring freedom to all witches and wizards, regardless of background or lifestyle. So he wasn't about to reinstate a law that restricted freedom for a portion of society.

Listening to Severus showering, Harry wondered why the older man was bothering. Today was their third anniversary, and Harry had made it clear that he expected to spend the day with his legs wrapped around his lover. Snape, of course, had not objected to the notion, but was now showering as though he didn't expect to be sweaty and covered in semen within half an hour.

Severus left the en-suite bathroom and padded into their room, a plain white towel around his hips. Thanks to his potions making, and having a younger man to appease, he still had a flat stomach and nicely rounded muscles. He saw Harry sprawled invitingly on the bed. “Very nice,” he commented.

“Odd, I was about to say the same to you.” Harry let the sheet slide along his toned stomach, until it had pooled at the bulge between his legs. He saw the shifting of the towel around Snape and knew he was aroused.

Severus bent over Harry and kissed him. “I have to go out,” he confessed, sounding sorry. “But when I return, we will definitely celebrate our anniversary.”

“Out?” Harry's face was blank, his voice confused. “Where? Why?”

Severus breathed against Harry's ear, “It's a secret.”

Wriggling to get away from the tickling breath, Harry complained grumpily, “I thought we didn't have any more secrets?”

“Just this one,” Severus promised.

Harry wanted to stay cross, but it was just damned difficult to do so when a hand was creeping over your skin and rubbing your dick through a sheet. “Oh... okay,” he gasped.

Reluctantly letting go of his prize, Severus dropped another kiss on Harry's lips and began dressing. Watching the Expert Potions Master dress was a terrible tease – seeing all that beautiful skin being covered up and hidden away was criminal, but a part of Harry revelled in savage joy that he was the only person in the world who saw what lay under the voluminous black.

“I won't be any longer than necessary, believe me, I have too much to give you.”

Groaning at the desire he felt (and saw reflected in Severus' eyes), Harry watched his partner leave the room and resisted the urge to wank. No matter how much he ached now, he knew Severus would make it worth his while later.

Severus came home after his visit and heard a God awful row emitting from their kitchen. Kreacher was (wisely) nowhere to be seen. He padded closer and cocked his head around the door. Jaw dropping, he felt a laugh bubbling up inside him.

Harry was singing loudly into a wooden spoon, completely naked. He missed the higher notes with painful regularity, still it was almost endearing to watch the idiot flinging his hair around and gesturing grandly to the music.

“My black eyed boy you will find your own space in tiiiiiiiime!” Harry almost screamed it and span round. He flushed at Severus' face and stopped singing, trying to pretend he hadn't been making an absolute fool of himself.

“Very entertaining,” Snape observed, turning down the Muggle radio that Harry had dug up from somewhere in the house. “And what prompted this particular insanity?”

“Erm...” Harry put down the spoon he had been in the midst of flourishing, “I got bored waiting for you and I just fancied some Muggle music, rather than the wizarding radio, cos that's just really dull!”

Severus agreed. Muggle radio left the wizard version standing. Although he could have lived without hearing Harry's ear splitting rendition of whatever the hell the song had been called. But, he admitted to himself, the view was definitely pleasant. He settled against the counter top and gave Harry one of his looks.

“What?!” Harry asked.

Snape just shook his head. “Just when I think I finally understand what passes for your tiny mind, I am again surprised.”

Harry frowned, too used to the insults to take offence. “It's not my fault you're a boring old fart!” he taunted, knowing that there was a good chance he would be taken to task (Merlin, please!) for that comment. He was still desperate for Severus to pound him into any available surface.

“A boring old fart?” Severus asked.

Harry waited, breathless.

Snape pushed off the side and prowled over to Harry. “A boring old fart?” he repeated, tilting Harry's head up. He saw the need burning in the green eyes and felt the same hunger curl in his own stomach.

He slid closer until his lips were nearly touching Harry's neck. He breathed, enjoying the other squirming as the feeling tickled him if the mood was right. Clearly it was. Severus smiled and Harry felt it.

“No,” Harry panted a little desperately, fearful that Severus was going to torment him and make him laugh until he couldn't breathe, as had happened before, rather than deal with the throbbing hardness he was sporting.

“Why not?” Snape breathed, deliberately huffing out his breath.

Harry squirmed more wildly, choking down a laugh. “Please...” he begged.

“What's wrong, Harry?” Again the breath tickled his skin and he writhed so much he escaped. He stood looking at Severus, face flushed, neck tingling.

“You weren't interested in sex then?” Snape asked, all innocent hurt, pretending he couldn't see the erection with its flushed tip that was pointing towards him.

As always, Harry was, very much so, but he was wary of getting within reach of that whispering breath again.

“No,” Severus decided turning to the kettle, “Perhaps we should wait until we get upstairs before you get the punishment you deserve. We need to behave like responsible adults now anyway.”
“Why?” Harry was suspicious.

“Beth's pregnant.”

There was silence.

Harry looked at him. “She's …. Really? With ours?” His smile split his face in two. He hurled himself at his partner and hugged him tightly, dancing on the spot as he tugged Severus closer. They clung together, the joy they felt transmitted between them and growing with the shared feeling.

After a long time just holding one another, Harry asked, “Is that what you went off to do?”

Severus slid a sneaky hand onto Harry's prick and began tugging on it as he answered. “I had spoken to her about carrying our child a month ago, after she explained she felt ready. Since then I have arranged a number of things with her and Yolanda so that when she felt comfortable, we could impregnate her...”
Harry groaned at the idea of their joint child. He panted as his dick was stimulated, fingers digging into Severus' clothing.

“...today I was checking that the process had worked. And it has. So, around September next year we will become fathers.”

Eyes screwing shut, Harry spurted, sobbing his love for the other man.

“I know this was quite a big thing to keep from you,” Snape said, his liquid coated fingers now moving to between Harry's buttocks and determinedly pressing into the entrance, “but I wanted to give you a really good anniversary present.”

Harry, grinding up and down on the digits buried inside him, could only groan and whimper. He made only a small noise of complaint when they were pulled out him, and he spun around, legs being not quite kicked apart. Harry bent over a counter top, his dick hard again, and raised his ass invitingly.

He closed his eyes as he felt the blunt tip pressing against him, beginning to drive in, claiming him as he had been claimed so many times before. The slight “Ohhhhhhh,” that came from Severus as he pushed in, taking what was his, the aching burn that sent sparks tingling along his passage and into his body, the rightness of it all made Harry lay his head on the counter, tears of emotion leaking from his eyes. Severus bent over him and pulled one of Harry's hands into his own. They gripped one another as Snape began to thrust into his partner, his own body aroused and humbled by the feeling of possessing Harry.

A terrible emptiness gripped Harry each time Severus pulled back, but it was ground away by the forceful pounding of the thick shaft ramming deep into him.

Long moments were filled with nothing but the two of them as they strained together, wanting to feel like this forever, but knowing they would fail. It wasn't so bad to fail, not when the failure brought such ecstasy.

Harry pulsed, sending liquid spattering onto a kitchen cupboard door, whilst within him, Severus gasped Harry's name and shot his own hot wetness deep into the body he so craved. The two men panted together, fingers entwined.

“I love you, you know,” Harry gasped.

Severus kissed the sweaty back and growled, “Idiot!”
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