All That You Leave Behind

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Chapter 65


Harry sat in Severus' quarters. Ginny was at her usual Friday meeting and was then going to a conference. Harry had wanted to care for James, but Hermione had 'borrowed' his son to give Ron practise. Although less than thrilled at the idea of his only son being looked after by Ron, he was reassured that Hermione would be there. And she, no doubt, would have researched everything she could and would try her excellent best.


Not having his son did have its compensations. Such as the current one: sitting in Severus' rooms whilst the older wizard ran slender digits over his back, neck, and chest. Harry was achingly hard, but had promised Sev that he would be patient and enjoy the attention.


Severus leaned forward, lips kissing Harry's throat, and his hands wandered down to stroke over the lightly trembling thighs. He drew circles over the trousers covering Harry's legs, sliding along to the inner seam, causing Harry to spread his legs shamelessly, a moan of longing spilling from his lips. With cruel precision, Severus avoided the bulging area, and instead rubbed the soft material teasingly. He worked Harry into a desperate puddle of need.


When at last he did cup the bulge, Harry shuddered and grabbed Severus' head with one hand and kissed him ferociously. Their tongues battling, Harry demonstrated how very, very much he wanted the older wizard. The fight became a sensual exploration, a lazy pleasure as they again tasted one another.


Harry, still being fondled, wanted nothing more than to be naked and filled with Severus. He wanted that wonderful ache that meant Severus was possessing him. He needed that relentless thrusting and what Severus left within him. He had to have that proof of Severus' love. Had to have some physical proof of their connection; of their deep love.


Severus too wanted to claim Harry. Ginny's Friday meetings were Merlin-sent, but all too often the two men had other commitments: he lecturing, and Harry investigating or completing any of the numerous pieces of parchment that went with the job. But today there had been a problem at the Ministry. All of the spells within the building had gone haywire, and any magic usage had been strictly forbidden. This had caused the Ministry of Magic employees rather a problem, and so the building had been closed. It was hoped that with a lot of hard work over the weekend, the Ministry of Magic would be able to re-open. All of which led to Harry in Severus' rooms, once again, if only for a few short hours, belonging to Severus.


Sev worked his digits inside the trousers feeling the heat which came from Harry. He could never get enough of Harry's body; of this proof that right here, right now Harry needed him. The younger wizard had pushed up into his touch, his tongue thrashing in Severus' mouth. Sev tugged his mouth free.


Before he could speak Harry moaned, "Need...Sev...Need you!...Please!" he rocked up into the grip, shaking .


Severus let go of the hardness despite Harry's cry, and walked around the chair. He pulled the clothing off easily, and stripped himself. Once both men were naked, he settled between Harry's legs and slid his hands into the perfectly messy hair. He slid his tongue into the perfectly needy mouth and again tasted his Harry. It was a taste he would never tire of. A taste he would always savour.


Harry wrapped his thighs around Severus, shifting position to bring his entrance close to the throbbing length he so needed.


Severus rubbed against the pucker, amazed and humbled, as he always was, by Harry's clear desire for this. He loved making love to Harry. The physical pleasure aside, he adored knowing that there was some actual proof of their connection; of their deep love for one another.


They were both so ready, both so wanting and needful, that there was no need for preparation. Severus slipped in easily and soon they were rocking together, completely in sync with one another, as familiar as if they'd been lovers for a lifetime, and Severus couldn't help marvelling at how right it felt. He stepped up their rhythm, his own want and desire, mirrored in his Harry's eyes, fueling his actions.


His climax built, much as he tried to delay it. And, from the way Harry thrashed, he too was reaching his pinnacle. They moved urgently together, feeling their combined love growing as their physical love grew.


It was Severus who lost control first. He cried out his pleasure as he came. His seed spurted deep inside his lover, and, at that moment he felt the squeezing tightness as Harry came and his passage clenched around its welcome invader.


The moments of blissful silence afterwards were truly blessed. The two men gasped for breath, half words and choked endearments trickling from their mouths.

Severus began to pull free, but Harry stopped him.


"Stay. Please..." his voice cracked, and he whispered, "...just stay."


Unable to resist that plea, Severus moved forward once more, kissing his Harry.


Held and possessed by Severus, Harry felt entirely happy. He was loved, and loved in return. Nothing could ever change that.


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Lucius stood in his study, grey eyes alight with mock warmth as he surveyed Howard Fairncombe.


"Th-Thank you, Sir," Fairncombe began, "I am most appreciative of the gift you arranged for me to receive."


The other wizard inclined his head and approached the younger man. "You are clear about what you need to do?"


Fairncombe nodded.


"Show me," Lucius commanded.


The healer demonstrated to Malfoy all that he had rehearsed. He finally ended by imitating Lucius' sneer fairly accurately.


The blond quirked an eyebrow. "Excellent! Now, only one thing remains, for you to receive the potion, and the necessary final ingredient."


He winced slightly as he reached up and pulled out one long blond hair. Lucius handed it to Fairncombe, and then clapped a hand on the other's shoulder. Smiling, Lucius commented, "Now, be sure you don't mix up my hair with yours by accident."


The younger wizard nodded eagerly as he tucked the long strand into a small box which Lucius handed to him. "Of course not, Sir."


He left, nearly tripping over himself in his eagerness to please the other man.


Once he had left Lucius smiled to himself. "Of course not," he said musingly.


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