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To Have and To Keep	By : MontanaDan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6 - Intervention

"Harry Potter is being angry with Dobby."
"You should not have been so�straightforward with him, Dobby," Severus said, controlling his temper. The bloody elf had told Harry! How stupid-
"Dobby cannot lie to Harry Potter," the elf declared, pointed chin raised defiantly. "Harry Potter set Dobby free. Harry Potter-"
"Yes, yes. I'm sure Harry Potter deserves your loyalty," Severus grumbled. "But Harry is stubborn and he is resisting our care." When the elf nodded sadly, Severus pressed his advantage. "We must find a way, Dobby. Harry is hurting on the inside and he needs special care, even if he doesn't admit it."
Dobby tilted his head. "Harry Potter is denying his pain?"
"Yes," Severus said with relief. Finally, he was getting through. "So you can understand that we may have to use somewhat clandestine means to see to his needs."
Dobby nodded exuberantly. "Dobby understands. Dobby will take care of it." He vanished with a snap and Severus stared into the empty space.

Just what the hell did that mean?

**********
Harry tumbled out of his Floo, furious with Severus. How dare he check up on him?

Well, you weren't exactly forthright with him.

And to use Dobby! That was just�just�

Slytherin?

Yes! No! Worse.
Harry's inner diatribe was interrupted by a knock at the window. The owl perched on his table patiently as Harry read the missive from Grant.

Harry,
I spoke to my manager and he's very excited about your potion. I didn't even mention your name, just that the potion was non-addictive. He said the firm would be thrilled to be able to market it after you've completed the formula and registered the patent.
I'm free to work on it with you tonight if you're interested. If you're free and want company, send Rufus back with your address and I'll come by your flat around 8.
Grant

Feeling rebellious, Harry turned the paper over and scribbled out his address with the words, 'see you at 8.'

You know Severus hates Grant.

Harry smiled at the thought. Crossing his arms, he watched Rufus take wing and soar out the window. "Too bad," he muttered.
Feeling somewhat smug, Harry puttered in his kitchen, throwing together a meal. The task itself was difficult as his worktop was still warped. Maybe he would ask Grant to fix it, as well as the burn marks on the cupboard.

And the charred curtains.

Picking at the pathetic fare he had created, he wrote a letter to Bill asking when they could get together to test his Dark magic detection. He rechecked his wording as he tried to remember which story they had told Bill about his magic problem. Once he was sure it sounded vague enough, he sent Hedwig off, and then dumped his dishes in the sink to clean up later.
It was almost eight o'clock and he had to get the lab ready.
Two hours later, Harry was staring into a steaming cauldron. "I think we can add the venom now," he said as he continued to stir.
Grant peered into the darkening liquid. "Isn't it a little soon?"
Harry considered it and glanced at his watch. "No, it's right. Eight minutes of slow stirring clockwise. Dump it in."
Grant tipped the vial of pre-measured Viperin snake venom into the pot. Harry stirred again, twelve times counter-clockwise, then put down the stirrer and lowered the flame.
"Okay," Harry said, "Forty-five minutes to simmer and then it can cool."
"Think this batch is the one?" Grant asked as he helped Harry clean up.
Harry shrugged. "We gotta be getting close," he said.
"You have to, you mean," Grant corrected. "I haven't been here for most of the trials and errors."
"But you helped with the formula," Harry pointed out.
Grant gave him an embarrassed grin that Harry found almost irresistible. "You're working off a common base though," Grant added.
"Yes. One of Se- Professor Snape's patented bases."
"You're allowed to work off those," Grant said. "It's the non-addictive part that's going to put you in the history books."
Harry snorted. "Hate to burst your bubble, Grant," he teased. "But I'm already in the history books."
Grant laughed, knocking his shoulder into Harry's. "The Potions books, you git."
Harry chuckled as he scooped Saraman off the table under the window. ~Thank you for the mouth juices, Saraman.~
The snake bobbed its head, its tongue flicking out. ~It was no trouble, Master.~
~Are you hungry?~
~You feed me well, Master. I am not ready to eat.~
Harry put the snake down on his rock and turned back to the table where Grant was setting up vials to fill.
"Do you have any idea how sexy that is?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not you too?"
"What?"
Harry shrugged as he began making labels for each vial. "I just know a couple of men who get off on hearing me speak Parseltongue."
"Probably because it's damned hot."
Harry looked up sharply as he felt a shiver of magic run through him.
"What is it?"
"The wards just went off," Harry replied. "Someone's at the door." He excused himself to answer it, leaving Grant to time the potion.
Out in the flat, Harry leaned close to the door. "Who is it?"
"Lucius."

Speak of the devil.

Harry sighed and opened the door.
Lucius' eyes moved over him boldly, almost making Harry blush. "May I come in?"
Nodding, Harry stepped aside as Lucius stepped in. His gaze flew around the flat in a quick investigation before he turned back to Harry with a pained expression.
"I would have come sooner," Lucius began awkwardly, "but it took me a while to find out where you lived."
"You could have Flooed."
"I wanted to see you in person. To apologize."
Harry did not want to go there. "Lucius-"
"Harry, I know you probably won't understand my motives, but I swear on all that is magical, on the Malfoy name, that I never meant to hurt you, or for you to be hurt. I was just trying to give you everything you wanted."
Harry sighed. "I know, Lucius. But you had already given me a family. What made you think that I wanted�that?"
"It was a man's foolish hope to get something that he couldn't get through normal means."
"And what was that?" Harry demanded, unable to help his anger. "I was already going to be your husband. You had my allegiance. You knew that I desired you. What else did you want?"
"Your love," he said softly.
"Love is over-rated," Harry shot back.
Lucius looked shocked for a moment, but quickly covered it. "You can always come back," he suggested.
"Harry," Grant called.
"What?" Harry yelled back.
"Time's up."
"Okay. Turn off the flame and I'll be there in a minute." To Lucius, he said, "I'm brewing."
"Who is that?"
"Grant Montgomery."
Lucius frowned. "Do you think it's wise to allow a stranger in here while you are still recovering?"
"He's hardly a stranger."
"Do you trust him?"
"You tell me, since you introduced us." At Lucius' scowl, Harry continued, "Look, Grant's okay, and he's done me a couple of good turns."
Lucius nodded.
"I do have to tend my potion."
"Very well." He held out a box. "Please accept this as a small token of my sincere apologies, Harry."
"You didn't have to-"
"I feel that I do. I am sorry, Harry, and I will take you back in a heartbeat if you wish it."
"Thank you, Lucius." Harry took the box and set it on the table. Lucius leaned forward and brushed his lips over Harry's.
"Be well and call me at any time."
Lucius left and Harry returned to the workroom, rubbing his scar absently.
"What did Malfoy want?"
Harry eyed him. "How much did you hear?"
Grant shrugged with a grin. "All of it, actually."
Harry replayed the conversation in his mind. No, they hadn't mentioned the pregnancy at all. He eyed Grant's smile and laughed. "I hope it amused you."
"Relieved me, more like."
"Oh?"
"Yes, one less competitor."
"Just start filling the bottles, you flirt."
"Shameless flirt, you mean."
*******
"Thanks for the help."
"No worries, mate. Really. It was fun," Grant said as Harry walked him to the door. "So, are you going to thank me properly?"
Harry eyed him suspiciously. "What did you have in mind?"
"Another kiss will do for now."
Harry laughed and leaned forward. Their mouths met firmly and Harry took his time to stroke his tongue over Grant's lush bottom lip. After a moment of teasing his tongue, Harry pulled away.
"Thanks, really."
"I believe you," Grant said, touching his lip. "And, Harry," he said from the door. "I really like you, you know."
He closed the door between them and Harry sighed at the throbbing of his scar.
He rubbed it. "Yeah, and I believe you, too."
Harry got ready for bed, his head pounding. The damned thing hadn't bothered him this much since he'd had sex with Lucius. Was just a kiss enough to set it off now?

Two kisses actually. What happened to the 'no sex' resolution?

Harry ignored the voice and retrieved a vial from his freshly-made stock. No time like the present. He took a dropper-full of the new potion and released three drops into the identifier potion. If the potion turned red it was addictive, if it turned blue it was poison, if it turned black it was spoiled and if it turned clear it was normal.
The identifier turned clear and with a hopeful sigh, Harry drank the rest of the vial. It took less than a minute for Harry to know his potion worked. His headache was gone.

Guess you're going to be in the History books�again.

"Great," Harry muttered.
*********
Bill circled the table where Harry sat, watching as he reached out to each of the new objects Bill had set out. This time there were only two cursed items: one was very weak and the other incredibly strong. So strong, in fact, that Harry's scar actually pulsed when his hand got close to it.
Harry cast the identifier spell at the picture frame, but nothing happened. With a disappointed sigh, he sank back into his chair.
Bill's hand fell onto his shoulder. "Don't be discouraged, Harry," he said, squeezing gently. "At least you can still detect the Dark magic."
Harry looked up. Bill's eyes were concerned. "I know," he said. "I just wish�"
Bill patted his arm. "I know, Harry. It's not easy to realize how important magic is in your life until it's gone."
"It's not gone," Harry argued.
Bill smiled, a breath-stealing sight, and pulled Harry to his feet. "I know, but it's not cooperating either."
Harry sighed and looked away. Bill turned his face back with a soft touch to his chin. The blue eyes studying him were intense and Harry was riveted. He couldn't look away if he tried. Nor did he want to.

Ron's brother, his inner voice reminded. Harry didn't care.

'No sex' rule, it argued.
Harry really didn't care, especially when Bill's head lowered. Harry tilted his mouth to meet Bill's and the spark was instant. Harry's arms wrapped around Bill's neck as Bill's circled Harry's waist, pulling Harry firmly against him.
Groaning, Harry's fingers grasped into the red locks and opened his mouth to Bill's seeking tongue.
"Merlin, Harry, you taste fantastic," Bill murmured as his mouth moved around Harry's jaw. "I've wanted to do that for a long time."
Harry sucked in a breath through his nose. "Really?"
"Mmm," Bill said, returning his kisses to Harry's lips. Harry indulged in the kiss, letting the passion wash over him. Bill's finger's tugged on his shirt until it pulled free from his jeans and soft hands trailed up Harry's back.
Pain flared through Harry's body, dropping him to his knees. Both hands flew to his scar.
"Harry?"
Harry clutched his head as if Voldemort, himself, were back, standing over him with murder on his mind. He gasped for breath, his body shuddering from pain. He felt crippled, unable to speak, unable to move.
Suddenly, his arm was pulled away from his face and something cold was thrust into his hand. His fingers tightened around whatever it was and he felt his scar pulse again. Crying out, he fell the rest of the way to the floor, clutching the object, which continued to make his scar throb.
The pain slowly receded and Harry continued to take deep breaths. He wasn't sure how long he lay on the floor, but when he opened his eyes, Bill was staring down at him. He looked terrified.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, pushing himself to sit up.
"You're sorry?" Bill said incredulously. "That was the scariest thing I've ever seen." He helped Harry to his feet. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," Harry said with a sigh, glancing down at the thing in his hand. It was the picture frame.

Smart man, that Bill.

Harry had to agree. Not everyone would have thought to get him a cursed object.
"What set it off?" Bill asked, leading Harry over to a chair.
Harry gingerly lowered himself into it. Biting his lip, he looked back up at Bill. "You really like me, don't you?"
Bill flushed a bit and then looked confused. "What does that-"
"Never mind," Harry said, feeling defeated. First Lucius, then Grant, now Bill. Was he ever going to find love again?

Seems like the 'no sex' thing will be easier than you thought.

*********
Harry returned home, feeling depressed and not a little angry. His life was so unfair.

There's always Severus.

As if to remind him, Caesar was back at Harry's window. He sent Severus' owl away again and threw himself down on his sofa to brood.
There had to be something he could do. He just couldn't let this curse defeat him. Voldemort would win if he did.

GO BACK TO SEVERUS.

He couldn't go back to Severus. He couldn't even look Severus in the eye. A fresh wave of guilt washed over him and he slumped further into the cushions. Those babies were Severus' too and-
The wards went off in Harry's head and, almost with hope, Harry jumped to get the door. Maybe it was Hermione. Maybe she had found out something.
"Harry Potter, sir," Dobby said, his face brightening.
Harry slammed the door, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Damn Severus!
The Floo chimed and Harry moved to the hearth, again, letting himself hope that it might be Hermione.
"Talk to me, Potter. You're being a bloody fool."
Rage filled him now and he pulled out his wand and cast an extra block on the Floo. It failed and, seething, Harry tried again. This one hit the ward and rebounded back, throwing Harry backwards over the sofa and against the desk, into darkness.
********
Grant knocked again, looking up and down the deserted hall. When Harry still didn't answer, Grant eyed the doorknob. Tentatively, he turned the knob and almost jumped when the door opened.
"Harry?" he called, stepping into the quiet flat. Two steps in, he saw Harry's prone form against the desk. "Harry!" he shouted as he dropped beside Harry's unconscious body.
This was not what he wanted. He touched Harry's face, sighing over the simple beauty of his handsome features. Then he noticed blood on the back of Harry's head.
"Fuck," he mumbled as he glanced around the room. Casting a couple of charms, he distinguished that there was no one else in the flat. Looking back to Harry, he wondered where he should take him. St. Mungo's? No, he decided. Harry would hate that. Plus there was that allergy Harry had to worry about. Harry probably didn't want news of that to get around.
Grant certainly didn't.
Coming to a decision, Grant moved to the fireplace and took an extra sip from his flask. Grabbing a handful of powder, he tossed it into the fire and yelled, "Hogwarts."
Not knowing where he might end up, Grant was surprised to hear the Headmaster's voice. "May I help you?" Albus Dumbledore asked.
"I'm sorry, sir. My name is Grant Montgomery. I'm at Harry Potter's flat and he's been hurt."
The old man jumped up and Grant couldn't help but be impressed with his mobility. "How did you get in?"
"The front door was open."
"Bring him through," Dumbledore instructed.
"Should I move him?"
Grant heard a groan behind him and quickly pulled out of the Floo. He rushed over to Harry who sat up holding his head.
"Are you all right?" Grant helped him to his feet. Harry swooned and lilted unsteadily. "Come on, Harry." Wrapping one arm around him, Grant maneuvered him over to Floo.
"Where're we goin'?"
"Hogwarts."
Harry stopped. "No." The step back made him sway.
"Yes, Harry, come on. You're bleeding."
"Don't wan'to goto Hogwarts. Don't wan'to see Se-"
"Watch your head," Grant said, holding Harry's head down as he manipulated him into the hearth.
They landed roughly in the Headmaster's office, and Grant struggled to balance the two of them.
Dumbledore took Harry's other arm and they moved him out of the office.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I found him on the floor, unconscious."
*******
Angrily, Severus strode toward the Headmaster's office. There had to be someway to allow a house-elf through Harry's wards. Harry was being completely obstinate and Severus couldn't help thinking that-
The group rounded the corner and Severus stopped, blinking several times. Albus and the Montague fellow-

Montgomery.

The two were supporting a very unstable�Harry. Harry was hurt? Severus rushed closer, wanting to thrust the man away from his Harry. "What happened?"
Harry's head swung up at the sound of Snape's voice. He pulled away from Albus and Montgomery.
"Nothin. 'm fine," he declared."

Slurring his words? Is that blood?

Harry swayed dangerously as they tried to reason with him. He continued to insist that he was fine, until his legs finally gave way underneath him. Severus shoved Montgomery out of the way as he caught Harry around his back. With a brisk nod to Albus, he scooped up Harry's legs and continued on to the infirmary.
Albus grinned as he followed Severus and young Grant to the hospital wing. Harry was back in the castle where Albus could protect him. And he wouldn't be leaving so easily this time.
**************

Odd that Montgomery seems to know where he's going.

Severus ignored his inner voice as he scanned the ward, looking for Poppy. He gently laid Harry on one of the beds and sighed as he heard the medi-witch scurry up to them.
"What happened?"
"I found him like this at his flat," Montgomery said. Severus had almost forgotten about him, irritant that he was.
They went on to explain Harry's brief conscious moments and his slurred words as the witch waved a couple of diagnostic spells over Harry's still form.
"Nasty bump," Pomfrey said, healing it straight away. "Nothing serious," she declared. "But as Harry is still weak, it seems worse. I'll keep him overnight and monitor him." She looked at the men present. "He seemed to know where he was and who you all were, then?"
"He knew," Severus said, schooling his features. It still stung that Harry didn't want to see him.

Didn't want to? Or didn't want to deal with it?

Provocative questions. He would finally find out the answers.
Pomfrey set the potion bottles on the tray beside Harry's bed. "These are for his concussion," she said. "Two doses should do it. On top of everything else, he certainly doesn't need this."
Severus glanced at Albus, who understood and ushered a protesting Montgomery out of the ward. "You know Potter won't want to stay here," Severus said.
Pomfrey scowled. "Perhaps, but I will insist."
Crossing his arms, Severus straightened. "As if that has stopped him before."
The medi-witch flushed. "Be that as it may-"
"I, on the other hand," Severus interrupted, "can ensure that he keeps to a bed and rests."
"You?"
Severus lifted one black brow. "Potions master."
Pomfrey smirked. "Slytherin, you mean."
"Indeed," Severus said with a nod. He sent another glance at Albus who had returned, willing the man to speak on his behalf. "You have other patients here to care for, as well. Children who shouldn't be aware of Harry's�condition."
"Severus has a point," Albus put in�finally.

Is the old man going to help?

"Tomorrow is Saturday and I will be able to monitor him in my chambers."
"Y-your chambers?" Pomfrey sputtered.
"You are only a Floo call away if there is a problem," Severus argued.
"Well, yes, but-"
"It's all settled then," Albus declared. "Severus, I'll set the Floo so we can move Harry directly to your study. I hardly think it would be appropriate to hover him through the halls."
"I see my opinion is being completely ignored," Pomfrey huffed. "I'll leave you to it, then." As she stalked off, Severus turned back to the Headmaster.
"Albus," he began. "We will need some way to keep him at the castle."
Dumbledore nodded, his face tensed in thought. "He will not be pleased with us."
"I will deal with his displeasure," Severus said.

And his pleasure, too, I hope.

"But in the event that he manages to escape-"
"I have thought on that, Severus," Albus interrupted. "And I have an idea."
"Very well."
"Shall we get Harry settled in the dungeons?"

Oh, yes. Let's.

*************
Harry awoke and groaned, his muscles screaming in protest as he tried to move. His body felt like it was made of lead. It wasn't one hundred percent natural either. In fact, it felt familiar. There had to be some kind of restraining charm keeping him on the-
Where the hell was he anyway?
He glanced around with a small movement of his head. Everything was a mass of blurred shapes. Why couldn't he see properly? Again, he tried to take in the room. It looked suspiciously like Snape's bedroom.
He was able to discern a fireplace across a small distance from where he lay on the bed and another chair nearby. Other furniture blurred further away in the chamber. Then Snape came into view, looming over him. He sat down beside Harry and leaned over him until his face came into focus. His black eyes gleamed with a knowing little light and his smirk was positively derisive. Harry looked away.
"I slipped you some of the hellebore potion," Severus said. "It will wear off soon."

No wonder it felt familiar. Damned Slytherin.

"Why?" Harry snapped, his blurry vision focused on Severus' shoulder.
"Because your body's been subjected to yet another shock and it needs to rest."
"I can bloody well rest in my own flat."
"You will bloody rest here until I say you can leave."
The nerve! "I can take care of myself."
"All evidence to the contrary," Snape said with a snort. "You're no better at taking care of yourself than you were a year ago."
Severus could not truly see his Harry through the current mask of anger and he frowned. That Harry felt he needed to use his mask with Severus cut more than he could know.
"I don't need a keeper," Harry retorted, his limbs twitching as he tried to move them.
Severus sighed. "Potter, you need help. As strong as your will is, your body is-"
"I am not weak!" he shouted.
Severus placed a hand on his chest. "I didn't say that," he said, softening his tone.

As soon as Severus' hand touched him, Harry stilled and he looked up at Severus with surprise. His mask gone, Severus could then see just Harry, as he had seen him countless times when they were together. And again the enticing masculine beauty of that face struck him. It drew Severus' hand in a spontaneous touch. Delicate, long fingers brushed over his scar and across his brow, running a gentle touch down his cheek.
Harry couldn't breathe. And he couldn't think of any of the reasons why they weren't still together. All he could see was that giant, bent nose that Harry used to drop kisses on just because it used to irritate the Potions master. And the sallow skin that used to flush with color and bead with the most delicious sweat. The suckable bottom lip that made Harry want to kiss the dour man to begin with, the depthless eyes that Harry got lost in time and time again, the greasy hair that Severus used to take better care of just because Harry liked to run his fingers through it.
Long fingers were unbuttoning Harry's shirt, running delicately over the skin and brushing over his nipples.
Harry finally sucked in a breath and Severus' eyes helplessly fell to those lips. Harry's tongue darted out to moisten them and Severus had to restrain the urge to crush that mouth again with his own. His body responded gleefully to the very thought, his inner voice egging his body on.
Severus' head inched closer, lips tingling with anticipation. Harry swallowed, drawing Severus' gaze to the pale column of his throat. Severus slid the hand on Potter's face down the silken skin to the neck; his thumb brushing lightly over the spot on Harry's neck that Severus knew was so sensitive.
A hoarse groan drew Severus' eyes again to the face in time to see Potter's eyes drift closed and his head angled back.

Oh, yes. He still knows how to beg.

Severus crushed his mouth over the parted lips, his tongue delving into the familiar territory. Another welcoming moan greeted his ears as a tongue met his own. The response jolted a return groan from Severus. Harry was kissing him back. It was the reminder Severus needed.
Pressing with the hand on the center of Harry's chest, Severus held firmly as he pulled away. Harry's chest rose and fell quickly from deep breaths and his expression, still unguarded, showed the effect the kiss had. Lips swollen, the green gaze a mixture of glazed arousal and surprised wonder.

Severus' gaze danced over his face until settling on his eyes and Harry almost gasped at the intensity of the stare.
"Last time we were in this situation you were a student and your consent was otherwise questionable. This time I have no such restraints."
"You don't have my consent," Harry whispered.

He doesn't?

"Don't I?" Severus leaned down to lick at one already tightened nipple. He continued to lick and kiss up Harry's chest to his throat, until he found the spot on Harry's neck. He lathed and sucked on the spot until Harry groaned. Continuing his caresses up to his ear, Severus whispered, "Do you want me to stop, Harry?"

NO! FUCK ME NOW!

Harry's mind raced with countless things but none of them seemed to matter. All that mattered were the hands on his skin and the mouth caressing his throat. As Severus' kisses returned to Harry's mouth, he tasted the mint tea Severus loved so much.
God, it was better than he remembered. He arched into the kiss, fingers gripping the bedcover as he succumbed to the thoroughness of being tasted and explored by that adept tongue.

Severus released his mouth to trail nips and licks along his jaw. Harry moaned helplessly, savoring the lingering impression of Severus' lips as they moved. He felt bereft when Severus lifted his head. But was relieved as Severus began removing his robes.
Harry muttered the spell to remove their clothes but nothing happened.
"It doesn't matter," Severus murmured, running both hands down Harry's bared chest. "I'm going to worship every inch of you as I undress you."
Harry shuddered, wishing his eyesight hadn't been impaired by the potion. He could feel Severus' hair brushing his stomach as his jeans were pulled from his legs. The mouth wound wickedly around his thighs to his knees while a hand brushed down his other leg.
His erection strained at his pants, dampening the cloth, but Severus ignored Harry's need as each of his toes were tasted. When Severus' hands and mouth returned to Harry's stomach, Harry sucked in a breath, waiting for a touch at his current center of need.
The hands stilled on the waistband of his pants.
"Do I have your consent yet?" Severus drawled.
"Bastard!" Harry growled.
Severus chuckled lightly as he pulled off the last vestige of Harry's clothing. Harry's eyes opened when nothing happened. Severus kneeled over him, his dark eyes moving over Harry's body, laid out like a feast before a starving man. His rapt expression bespoke that he would gorge himself.
Harry tried to speak but it came out as a whimper and Severus' eyes moved to his face.
"Can you move, yet?"
In response, Harry lifted his hand and reached for his face. A true smile graced that face and Harry's chest clenched. How long had it been since he'd seen that smile? Touching the kiss-swollen lips, Harry let his eyes fall over Severus' naked flesh. Despite his poor vision, he could see the extent of Severus' desire dripping down the proud cock.
Harry wanted that proud appendage buried deep within him. His legs slowly complied as he opened them, which drew Severus' attention to his own engorged cock. With drawn out movements, Severus reached for the lube, sitting patiently on the side table, and opened the jar. Coating his fingers, and without touching any other part of Harry's body, he inserted one slick finger inside Harry's waiting hole.
Harry gasped at the intrusion but he wanted more. He wanted it all�now. "Severus," he said on a groan. "I want you, now."
"Patience, my Harry," Severus replied, his concentration fixed on his hands. "You are very tight."
With two fingers, Severus brushed his prostrate and Harry bucked, keening with frustration. Severus stroked his stomach to calm him, but Harry's skin was too sensitized and it only made him harder. "Please," he whined.
Finally, Severus coated himself and positioned himself above Harry. With small, deliberate thrusts, he sank into Harry's body, his control so strained that beads of sweat grew on his brow.
"So tight," he moaned.
Harry was ready to be pounded; he didn't want slow and easy. He wanted Severus to lose that disciplined control. Reaching up, he stroked Severus' chest, his nails brushing over the hard planes and scratching the dark nipples.
Severus growled, his hips thrusting hard in response. Harry pulled his head down for a heated kiss, biting and licking at Severus' lips and tongue, urging his passion to the breaking point. His hand gripped the slippery black locks and the other moved over the slick skin of his back and shoulders while his legs tightened around Severus' hips, his own thrusting erratically.
"Sev'rus," he groaned.
Severus heard the need in the cry, felt the want of Harry's body. That body wrapped around him, clutching him for dear life, tight around his throbbing cock. He pulled up to look down at his panting lover. His tanned skin glowed with sweat and his hair stuck out at all angles. His swollen lips were still parted from their kiss and the green eyes that opened were filled with desire�for him.
This was his Harry.
He pulled back and thrust in hard. "Mine," he rasped. Harry bowed and gasped.
"Yes!"
He slammed in again, pulling up Harry's legs. Harry made another delicious sound of approval and Severus was undone, gripping Harry hard as he pounded into him, reaching for his soul. Changing angles, their skin slapping together, he continued to thrust deeply, Harry's cries of abandon resounding in his ears.
The channel around him squeezed over and over again, sucking him deeper until finally the tightening coil in his groin exploded in ecstasy and he stilled as he filled Harry with his seed.
Carefully lowering Harry's legs to the bed, Severus looked down on his now compliant partner. His body was as limp as it had been when Severus had first entered his bedroom, but his eyes were bright and heavy lidded. He had not even noticed Harry's orgasm, although he had felt the tightening around his cock.
He grinned as he settled next to Harry on his side, trailing a finger through Harry's come pooled on his stomach. Not releasing Harry's gaze, he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. Harry groaned and closed his eyes.
Severus chuckled and reached for his wand. With a wave, they were both clean and the bedclothes dry. Pulling a blanket over them, Severus drew Harry close.
"Can you fix my eyes?" Harry asked sleepily.
Severus complied and then settled down and tightened his arms around Harry. "I'd like to hear what happened at your flat," he said.
"I got angry," Harry said with a shrug. "I wanted to close off the Floo but my spell didn't work."
"So, you became angrier?" It wasn't really a question, knowing Harry as he did.
"Yeah, but I'm not really sure what happened. Something flared back at me and threw me across the room."
Severus scowled. There was nothing woven into the blood wards that would make them react like that. "You are still experiencing power fluctuations as well?"
Harry nodded. "I never know what's going to come out," he admitted. "But I'm dealing with it."
Harry shifted to move out of Severus' embrace.
"You are not to leave," Severus said, retaining a grip on his arm. "Pomfrey will have my head. You are concussed and need to rest."
Harry lifted a brow, leaving Severus in no doubt from whom he'd learned it. "This was your idea of rest?"
Severus scowled. "It was my idea of relieving stress so you may actually rest."

Brilliant really.

Harry snorted. "Slytherin," he muttered, snuggling back down into the pillow. Severus wrapped his arms around him again and pulled him close.
"Indeed."
Severus kissed his forehead and felt Harry's breathing even out as he dropped into sleep.
There had to be a way of keeping Harry at the castle and safe until his powers leveled out. Harry was already in a rush to leave him. Severus frowned at the thought. And just what was wrong with the brat? Hadn't they been re-establishing the relationship before the incident?
Of course, the loss of the pregnancy was something that Severus could not even fathom, but it must have been traumatic. Was that why Harry had been avoiding him? Apart from tonight, Harry usually didn't even look Severus in the eye.

Didn't want you to Legilimize him?

Likely. But why? What was Harry afraid he'd see? Severus tightened his arms. Harry was here now and when he woke, they would talk.
Severus grinned. He couldn't help feeling slightly smug that Harry still couldn't resist Severus' advances.

The kisses still get to him.

Thank Merlin.
************
Harry woke slowly, feeling warm and content. It didn't last. He knew he had to leave. He wouldn't be able to bear the condemnation in Severus' face. Extricating himself from under the arm, Harry eased out of bed and began pulling on his clothes.

Wand?

Harry felt his pockets and then noticed it sitting on the bedside table - on the other side of the bed. What the hell was it doing over there?

Who knows how long you were unconscious?

Gingerly, Harry leaned on the bed and reached over the sleeping form. He didn't quite make it. Severus grabbed his outstretched hand.
"Where are you going?"
Harry looked at the hand encircling his wrist. "I'm leaving."
"I told you; you can't leave."
"Too bad," Harry muttered, pulling at his arm. Severus quickly rolled them over. Harry struggled. "Let go of me, Snape."

Snape?

"Harry, calm down." Severus fought to subdue the thrashing young man. "What's wrong? Tell me."
Harry continued to buck. "Nothing, damn it."
"Harry. Harry! Look�at�me." Finally, Harry stopped struggling, breathing hard. Harry met his gaze, but Severus could see nothing in the clouded green eyes. "Tell me what's troubling you?"
Harry pushed him out of the way and sprang to his feet. There was an obvious moment of dizziness as he shoved his feet into his trainers. "What's troubling me is you. Just leave me alone."
Severus rose also and tried to stop him, but Harry was faster. With a wave of his wand, Severus sealed the doors.
Harry yanked at the doorknob, his wand in his hand. "Let me out, Snape."
"You cannot leave."
"Fine, I won't leave the castle, but I want to leave here."
Severus flinched. He wouldn't force Harry to stay with him - couldn't. He opened the ward and watched with a heavy heart as Harry ran from the dungeons.

Should have kissed him.

***********
"Please, Headmaster - Albus, I can't stay here," Harry pleaded, pacing the office. The portraits looked down with interest.
Albus crossed his arms, his expression cloudy as he reclined into the chair behind his desk. "I thought you and Severus-"
"Look," Harry cut him off. "I don't want to talk about it and I don't want to analyze it."
"So, you're just going to run away?"
Harry's chin inched up. "That's my business."
The Headmaster sighed heavily. "Harry, I'm worried about you, especially in light of your magic problem."
Harry stopped and ran a hand through his hair. "I know, but I want - I need my independence. I can take care of myself."
"Trouble seems to find you, if you recall."
"I know, but-"
"I have a solution if you are agreeable."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "What might that be?"
"A house-elf."
"A house-elf?" Harry echoed, blinking.
"Yes. We can bind a house-elf to you and it would know if you were hurt or needed assistance. The bind would allow the elf through your blood wards."
"But-"
"I assure you, Dobby would be quite willing," Albus suggested. "Of course, you would pay him, but he would not mind in the least being Harry Potter's house-elf."
Harry frowned. But Dobby was reporting to Severus.
"And with the bind," Albus went on as if sensing Harry's concerns. "Dobby would be completely loyal to you." He let Harry absorb that and continued, "With a house-elf sensing your needs, no one would have any reservations about your living alone."

Damn, he's good.

Harry stared at his feet. "Yeah, I guess that would be all right."
Dumbledore beamed. "Very good. Dobby!" he called. The elf popped into the office immediately and peered curiously between Harry and the Headmaster.
He bobbed his head. "Yes, Headmaster, sir?"
"Dobby, how would you like to be Harry's house-elf, not only work for him but be bound to him?"
Dobby's lower lip began to tremble. "Dobby�be Harry Potter's elf?" His great eyes filled with water. "Sirs, it would be an honor."
"I'll pay you, of course," Harry said.
Dobby turned his head toward Harry as fat tears rolled down his face. "Dobby would gladly work for Harry Potter with or without paying."
"There, that's settled then," Albus declared as Harry bit his lip. "This shan't take long. Harry, you'll need your wand."
"But-"
"It will be all right. I promise," Albus assured. "As Dobby's current employer, I'll be casting the spell. Your wand contains your magical signature though."
"All right."
*********
Dobby crossed his arms. "Dobby got Harry Potter here for Professor Snape, but Professor Snape made Harry Potter angry."
Severus spun around to where the house-elf had suddenly appeared. "You? How?"
"Dobby put magic on Professor's Floo. Dobby knows Harry Potter very well." The elf beamed proudly.
Anger boiled within him at the risk. "You fool. You could have killed him."
Dobby lowered his arms and frowned. "No! Never kill. Dobby does what is best for Harry Potter. Like Dobby's Bludger. Harry Potter only got bumped on his head and now Dobby is Harry Potter's house-elf."
Severus started. "What?"
"Headmaster released Dobby from working at Hogwarts and made Harry Potter agree to bind with Dobby. Now Dobby can get through Harry Potter's blood wards. Dobby can take care of Harry Potter now."
The elf was bound to Harry? Severus blinked.

Brilliant.

"Dobby, I will admit, that was very well done of you."
Dobby beamed again. "Professor Snape said that we must take care of Harry Potter. Now, Dobby can."
"Very well, Dobby. Make sure you keep me updated and do try not to allow Harry to find out that you are reporting to me."
"Yes, sir, Professor Snape, sir," the elf replied. "Dobby is only doing what is best for Harry Potter."

That bloody elf would've made a splendid Slytherin.

"Indeed."
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