All That You Leave Behind

45



Harry stepped through the floo into his living room and suddenly stopped, motionless and guilt stricken at the scene before him.



There, on the sofa, the same sofa he and Severus had tussled on just a few hours before, lay his wife and child cuddled together and sleeping peacefully, obviously awaiting his return.



He felt his heart wrench, the love he felt for them tainted with the guilt that threatened to overtake him.



Oh God, he thought Oh God, Oh God!!!! He tried getting a grip on himself, but he was shaking, his body and mind revolting, and he felt sick to his stomach



What have I done?! What have I done?!? His heart was pounding madly and he fought off the urge to turn round and escape through the floo again.



It flared behind him and Severus stepped through and into the back of him, causing him to lurch forward with a surprised yelp. Severus automatically reached out to steady him, drawing him back against himself so he wouldn\'t fall forward.



"Mm...Harry?" Ginny murmured sleepily from the sofa, "...is that you?" Harry and Severus stood there petrified, both of them keenly aware that Harry was cradled in Severus\' arms. Harry swallowed audibly and prepared for the worst.



Ginny stood up, adjusting a yawning James in her arms, and looked at them both, a frown creasing her beautiful face. Harry began to shake, his mind careening madly, searching for something, anything that would make a plausible explanation for this.



"Well?" Ginny said, her frown deepening, "are you two just going to stand there holding each other up or are you going to come into dinner? Warming spells don\'t last forever you know."



As she turned and headed toward the dining room, Harry was glad Severus\' arms were around him. He thought he may actually faint. He heard the breath the older man had been holding puff out next to his ear, and sagged in relief. Oh my God! he breathed, ready to collapse.



"Harry," Severus said, his voice low, "we must go into dinner. Get a hold of yourself."



Harry groaned as the man\'s voice conjured up images of getting a hold of himself, then angrily shook it from his mind. What the fuck is wrong with you?!! That was too fucking close to be joking about!



"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he whispered again and again.



"Harry!" Severus said, his fingers digging into Harry\'s shoulders, "we will discuss this later. Now, it is time for dinner." The even firmness and no nonsense tone of Severus\' voice, like back in his schooldays, helped Harry focus, and after a deep sigh, nodded his head.



Harry forced himself to step forward and walk to the dining room, where Ginny was waiting, a full Sunday dinner on the table. He walked over to where his son lay in his crib, kissed his sleeping son’s head, and then bent down to kiss his wife\'s cheek before taking his place across the table from her. How he managed, he wasn\'t sure, but he\'d done it, and breathed out another sigh of relief.



He dared a glance at Severus, who nodded back nearly imperceptibly, and became aware that Ginny was speaking to him.



"Huh?" he said stupidly, turning his gaze to her.



"Harry," she said, her tone patient, but a small frown in her face, "what happened? What’s wrong with you? You look as if you\'re going to be sick!"



"Harry has had....a rather rude surprise, Ginevra," Severus said smoothly, "he had thought some progress had been made with the investigation into what happened to you and James at St. Mungo\'s, but, in the end, he had to let the suspect go. Naturally he is upset, my dear, as am I. We had both hoped that the culprit that tried to take you and James from us had been caught."



Harry stared across the table in astonishment. Severus hadn\'t lied… yet he hadn\'t exactly told the truth either. Harry was once again caught between relief and guilt. He snapped his attention to his wife.



Ginny leaned forward, her small hand warm as it covered his, her voice sympathetic and encouraging and full of love all at once when she said, "Oh, Harry…I\'m sorry, love, but I know you\'ll find him, I know you will. You\'re good at what you do, Harry, you\'re the top Auror. You\'re mine and James\' hero. I know you\'ll get him."



Harry blinked back the rapidly forming tears and fought off the urge to throw himself into her lap and beg her forgiveness. Some hero you are, the nasty voice inside said, not 4 hours ago you were ready to spread your legs like a Knockturn Alley whore, and for another man!



Harry didn\'t know how he would have made it through dinner if it weren\'t for Severus. He\'d turned the conversation away from Harry\'s work and onto Ginny\'s, and listened with genuine interest as she happily told him all about the match and her article. Occasionally Harry felt the sharp tip of Severus\' boot making contact with his shin, jarring him out of his inner brooding long enough to nod or smile at his wife. That was one of the great things about Ginny: she knew his work was important to him, how much it meant, and assumed that that was what he was brooding on, and so left him to it.



James woke just as they were finishing, and Severus said, his intense gaze on Harry, "Ginevra, you and Harry tend to James, and I\'ll do the clearing up. I\'m sure you have missed each other while you were away."



Harry threw a panicked look at Severus as Ginny bent over the baby\'s cot, and Severus threw him a sharp one back before taking out his wand to levitate the dishes to the kitchen.



They sat on the sofa, his arm around his wife as she snuggled in against him whilst nursing James. Harry watched his son suckle greedily and resolutely put all thoughts of Severus, what they\'d been doing that afternoon, and anything else from his mind; concentrating solely on the feelings that being with his wife and son stirred in him.





A small mewl from James was the next thing he was aware of, and he came to with a start, realising they\'d all drifted off. "Gin," he said softly, nudging his wife, "c\'mon, Sweetheart, you\'re sleeping. Time for bed." Ginny stirred, sighed, and tilted her head up, opening sleepy brown eyes to him. "Mm...come with me?" she said drowsily.



"Yeah," he said, feeling a rush of love and comfort engulf him, "I\'m coming with you.”



He followed his wife up the stairs, helped her tuck their son in for the night, then watched her appreciatively as they undressed for bed. "I\'m....so....tired!." she said around a yawn as they climbed in.



"It\'s okay," he said, relishing the feel of her cuddling into him. She was asleep immediately, but he didn\'t mind. He lay there in her warmth, thinking about how happy she made him. He sighed and kissed her forehead, turning to his side, curling around her. His mind began drifting, thinking about how happy Severus also made him…



This is where I belong.







It was much later and Harry lay completely still on Severus’ bed, feeling the pressure of the other man above him. He groaned, arms reaching out to hold the other. “That’s good,” he moaned as Severus rubbed against his prick, “So good!”



He let his head fall back, exposing his throat to the older man’s attentions. He shuddered as a firm grip enclosed his cock and began tugging forcefully whilst, as a counter-point, gentle lips barely traced over his neck, delicately wetting his skin and making him ache further.



“More!” he panted, “Oh, please, more!”



Severus’ teeth bit into his neck and he trembled. “Please!” he moaned, head thrashing from side to side with pleasure.



The grip on his cock was a steady, relentless, delicious pressure. He writhed delightedly, wanting the touch to continue, to stop, to increase, to something.



“AH!” he wailed, hips bucking into that tortuous grasp. “Too much!” he panted, “Oh God, it hurts! It’s so good it hurts! Oh god! Please!”



He whimpered, hips jerking in uncontrolled lurches, as his length was played with by an expert hand.



A hand stroked up and down his side, softly rubbing over his ribs. He groaned. How does Severus know I like that? he thought, then panic blossomed in his brain as a gentle voice, a very female voice, whispered in his ear, “Harry? Harry, wake up. You’re just dreaming.”



He thrashed wildly away from her, eyes starting out of his head. “Ginny?” he squeaked, disorientated.



“Yes, who else?” she sounded puzzled a bit put out.



“I’m sorry,” he offered, lying back down and pulling her into his arms, I got confused when you woke me.”



“I noticed,” she observed dryly, “Still, it doesn’t seem to have affected you too badly.” She swiped between his legs as she spoke, and his erection jumped towards her hand.



“You’re so silly,” she said seductively, firmly pumping him, “dreaming of me when I’m right here…” she kissed her way down his chest and expertly sucked his cock into her mouth.



Harry groaned, Ginny was so very good as pleasuring him, but still, how could he admit to her that actually he hadn’t been dreaming of her; hadn’t even been dreaming of another woman?



I was dreaming about the man who is sleeping in the next room at this moment! He thought with a weird hysterical panic gripping his heart even as he climaxed into her mouth.



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So, two chapters, with some smutty goodness. Some appreciation would be great. You kow what we\'re asking for! QoA