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To Protect	By : VSBree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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AN: As always, thank you so much for reviewing! Just so most of you are aware, I'm not too sure about British or Ministry filings of trials, but I felt it was probably similar to us here in America. Sorry if its a bit far from the truth! Finally, I give you Snape's POV.
Warning: Fluff! Loaaads of fluffy little white bunnies...did I mention some steamy McSteamy smex?
To Protect
Chapter Seven
Severus Snape was a man very much tainted by his past; it left him incredibly bitter, pessimistic, and an overall soured individual. Pairing himself with one Harry Potter would seem rather amusing to anyone outside their confidence. Harry Potter was a shining light in the darkness around them – much like his mother had been. Not only was Harry a powerful wizard that had not once but twice defeated the Dark Lord, but he was attractive and good-humored despite his past. Severus would still seethe internally when he thought of those filthy muggles he had been forced to live with.
Harry was overly kind, patient (in many ways) to a fault, and insolently forward; Severus was none of those things save for a slightly sadistic forwardness. His brutality superseded him outside of Hogwarts, and he was quite comfortable with that particular truth.
Harry had curled into him, unknowingly wrapping one arm around Severus's waist while the other was bent between their naked chests. To be completely honest, which Severus very rarely was, it was beyond endearing. The boy, rather, young man was entirely too innocent and astoundingly pure; Severus worried about tainting such purity though he was too far gone to retreat from Harry.
Severus was still stricken by this beauty sleeping so soundly next to him. Every vision of their previous night together surfaced in his thoughts and here he found himself, unable to sleep, unable to do much of anything but gaze at the slumbering man at his side; as if at any moment the illusion would fade away, and he would once more be alone, bitter, and unloved.
When he heard the steady knocks from beyond their haven, he was internally cursing the Ministry for its promptness. He immediately slid from the bed, disentangling their bodies, and dressed to go meet whatever nincompoop they had decided to send.
Throwing open the door, he fashioned his best sneer. “You are early.”
“Pardon,” a small man, plump with a thinning hairline, stepped inside. “I do not wait when there is a victim in the matter, especially one as well-known as Mister Harry Potter. Where is he?”
“Asleep,” Severus drawled, “and will stay as such until you have received my accounting.”
“Oh,” he looked slightly disappointed, “Of course. He must be exhausted from the previous night's occurrence. Pardon me. I am Bicks Terryfield; the inspector in this case.”
“Severus Snape,” he responded in kind. “If you would take a seat....”
Nodding, Terryfield in all of his overfed glory, sat on the sofa and began his interrogation of the night before. It had taken a good half an hour for the man to finish his report to which Severus was asked to sign and verify.
“Good good,” Terryfield smiled which Severus did his best not to return with a sneer. “Now we will be using Veritasurem at the trial...do I have your consent, Professor Snape?”
“If I must.”
“Good good.” Severus controlled the urge to strangle the small man every time he said this particular phrase. “Now I would like to speak with Mister Potter, and afterward, I shall be on my way.” Thank Merlin for that. Severus only nodded his assertion before making his way to where the slumbering emerald-eyed wizard lay.
Harry was almost exactly the way Severus had left him. His naked form peeked out in several places from the duvet in the most alluring way. It took every bit of Severus's willpower not to send Terryfield away so that he may ravish the minx and spend most of their morning wrapped up in pleasure. Instead, he allowed himself the briefest of a touch to a slender waist before he shook Harry's exposed shoulder.
“Harry,” he called. Harry made a throaty noise similar to the many Severus received when waking the young wizard. It was exceedingly more difficult these days not to wake the boy in a startling, if not satisfying, sort of way in which led to gasping, moaning, and writhing over silken sheets. He, however, did not want that small fat man now denting in his sofa to hear the boy's sweet cries. “The inspector has arrived. You will need to report last evening's events in order to get him the bleeding hell out of my sitting room.”
Harry's laughter rose up from beyond his cover; it was another quality Severus found himself quite taken with. The sleep-dazed wizard sat up and lazily rubbed at his eyes before throwing his legs over the side of the bed. Then it was as if he was stricken because his eyes shot open, and he threw a glance down at his fully exposed body before diving back underneath the duvet. Severus was unable to hold back the smile that was slowly making its way to his lips. Innocent, indeed.
“You forget that I have seen all of you,” Severus reminded coolly as he teased the youth. “Dress quickly and join me in the sitting room.” In order to not completely disregard their company and take full advantage of the blushing young wizard hiding himself within the comforter, he left the room.
Thankfully, Harry had dressed as quickly as it took for Severus to make it into the sitting room. The young wizard followed closely behind and surprisingly took a seat beside him. Severus kept himself from smiling proudly and instead turned his gaze onto the inspector.
“Mister Potter...it is an absolute pleasure,” Terryfield nattered. The red-faced inspector had come forward and taken Harry's hand in a vice-like-grip, shaking it for all he was worth. Bleeding imbecile. “I am Bink Terryfield, the inspector in this case, and I do have a few questions, if you do not mind. I could return when you are more..”
Harry was watching the man with amusement before raising his hand. “Inspector, that is quite alright. I am ready to answer whatever you need to know.”
“Oh, of course. Good good,” Severus's jaw tightened. Infuriating nincompoop. “Well then, I would like to know just what happened the night of November eleventh...”
Harry's version was a bit more detailed and had Severus very much stiff with anger as he finished. He sincerely wished that he had done more than just knock out that oaf, but as it was, he was grateful that he arrived when he had. Harry looked a bit worse for wear at the closure of his tale and Terryfield glowering.
“We will be using Veritasurem at the trial...do I have your permission, Mister Potter?”
Harry hesitated slightly but then nodded. Severus did not blame him for his hesitation but in cases such as these, it was extremely prudent that they use the potion in order to get the full truth. Severus ushered the small, fat man from his home before turning toward the lax youth upon his sofa.
Severus was hesitating as he sat beside Harry with very little sentiment of what he could express to comfort the distraught young man. Think Severus....you are an clever wizard capable of communicating your support in this situation...
“What an insufferable troll of a man.” Blast!
However, Harry began to laugh softly beside him, and a warmth flowed over him like a warm bath.
“He really was quite...interesting.”
Severus's lips curled in disgust, “Idiotic...and incapable of using an efficient hair growth potion or exercising control when presented with sweets is more accurate.”
Harry was curling forward with his arms wrapped around his torso, laughing unlike Severus had ever been made privy to. It was amazing the feeling that took hold of him as this boy...young man who had so graciously given Severus a place beside him, continually graced him with such heartwarming sights as these. Severus was bitter and dark, but with Harry beside him, he could feel his heart starting in his chest and the fluttering in his stomach. He felt like he could possibly become less of the soured individual if Harry continued to allow him a place in his life.
Sentimental romantic. Severus internally cursed his thoughts as he rose from the sofa. “Shall we have breakfast?”
“Please,” Harry replied softly.
After they had eaten, Severus found himself wanting nothing more than to whisk Harry into the bedroom and undress that subtly muscled form and bury himself to the hilt within it. His thoughts were straying the entire meal as Harry lapped at gravy that had begun to trail from his mouth, the pink of his tongue swiping it away from chin and lip. Severus wanted to taste those lips, knowing if he did they would taste of gravy and biscuits. However, he had ignored the overly erotic display and busied himself with the 'Daily Prophet.'
Harry had sat, his heat close to Severus, reading through a muggle novel 'Lord of the Rings' which Severus could not resist inquiring after its plot. Harry had laughed, begun his tales of nights spent reading the series, and Severus found himself oddly entranced by his companion's enthusiasm for said books.
“They have to travel to Mordor in order to destroy the ring...” Harry continued as his book hung forgotten at his side. “Its an epic tale of friendship and perseverance. Ron and I read through it a few times, but I am always finding new little details that I had missed the first few times.” Harry was smiling as he looked over the worn binding of the book.
“Intriguing,” was all Severus could remark. Harry smiled over his shoulder at him, resting backwards against Severus's side, and began to read once more.
Severus had never been so comfortable with another individual in such a position. His conquests had always been one night stands in which he neither knew nor cared to know their names. This relationship was a first despite the forty-three years he had existed. The closest he had come to true love was the boy's mother. However, he wondered quite often since her passing if it was love or merely an family affection since she was the closest he had come to the true feeling of family.
Harry had become slack against him while he had pondered. He gazed over to young wizard and found the long-lashes fluttering until they finally closed completely over soft honey-colored flesh, and the slow rise and fall of Harry's chest alerted to his slumbering state. It would seem the book held Harry's attention only long enough to transcribe it to him. Sighing deeply, Severus contorted his body in order to gather Harry into his arms. He could easily use mobilicorpus to transport the young wizard, but he quite liked the way Harry felt in his arms as he made his way into the bed chambers they had previously shared.
Setting the slumbering wizard onto the bed, he idly wondered to what deity he should give his gratitude to for such a gift he had been bestowed. Harry was everything he could ever want, or dream of having, and the reality that it was, in fact, all his was still a bit alarming. He did not deserve it; he would not delude himself into believing he would ever deserve such a gift. However, Harry had bestowed him his attentions, and until the young wizard came to his senses, Severus would gladly give into every one of his whims.
o-o-o
Harry slept most of the morning and only awoke close to four in the afternoon. Severus had been unable to bring himself to wake the boy. When the emerald-eyed wizard finally appeared in the sitting room, Severus had been sitting with a particular novel he often read in his spare time, 'Wuthering Heights.'
“Hello,” Harry said sheepishly before sitting beside Severus.
Severus set aside his novel, bookmarking it, and snapped his fingers. A tray popped onto the coffee table, and he began to pour the two of them a cup of warm tea. Harry was glowing, his smile causing Severus to momentarily forget his task. The young wizard was breathtaking, and Severus allowed himself the small indulgence of watching the wizard grin beside him. Remembering his task, he offered a cup to Harry.
“Thanks,” Harry said as he took the cup. “It feels a bit awkward having slept almost an entire day through...”
“It was important that your body recuperate after our previous evening,” his voice was husky as he implied to not the event of the kidnapping but instead to their activities together.
Dazzlingly emerald eyes captured his, half-lidded with desire. Unable to deny his urges any longer, Severus set aside their cups before grasping the young wizard around the back of his neck. He drew Harry forward, his mouth immediately seeking the boy's, and tasted the sweet, warmth that was Harry Potter. It was minutes as his tongue explored every corner of that hot cavern, and his fingers made quick work of the line of buttons of Harry's pressed dress shirt. He slid away the fabric and immediately felt petal-soft skin beneath his fingertips.
“Sev,” the wizard whispered against his mouth as muscles trembled beneath Severus's touch. He ignored the way the pet name brought about a desire to throw away all gentleness and continued to slowly, gently map out the young wizard's every contour. It was astounding to Severus that every line of the boy's body would be all-consuming of his attentions. It was as if Severus had never laid eyes on such a specimen – such a rarity.
He felt every curve, every bit of flesh he could before the gasping and trembling wizard beneath him was nearly writhing in unresolved pleasure. Deciding it time to put aside his fascinations, Severus removed Harry's trousers and made quick work of his own clothing before continuing his quest to exploring, mapping, and laying claim to every bit of Harry Potter. Using his mouth for most of his exploration, he teased and licked along Harry's abdomen, nipping at the soft curve of muscle and traveling down the line of Harry's navel. Harry was, for lack of a better way to describe it, delectable. He tasted the saltiness of the boy's sweat and the sun that soaked into his skin; he reveled in the sweet cries each time he would suck a sensitive bit of flesh near the young wizard's straining erection.
“Merlin, Sev...feels brilliant,” the boy was babbling beneath him. Severus would love nothing greater than to take the boy on his favored couch, but that would neither be enjoyable nor ideal for Harry's first time. Resolving to relocate, he lifted the wizard, surprised that Harry despite looks was disconcertingly feather-light, and traveled the short distance to his own chambers. Harry had made use of the time by nibbling along Severus's collarbone and sucking the flesh of his neck which was particularly sensitive. Severus was beyond gentleness and rational thought by the time they arrived in his chambers.
He threw the boy down on the the duvet and immediately cradled himself between spread legs. “Accio lubricant,” he called as a vial soared to him, and he nimbly caught it in order to slather his fingers with its contents. Taking great care while gasps of pleasure echoed into his ears, Severus prepared Harry with every bit of his patience he had remaining. Distracting the young wizard was easy enough as he licked the blood-red crown of Harry's arousal and proceeded to deep-throat the straining appendage in the next moment.
“Oh gods,” Harry cried out, his body curling backward, and his hands immediately weaving through Severus's hair. He would have smirked if not for the mouth-full of throbbing prick; so instead, he began to slowly withdraw the length, making sure to swirl his tongue as his fingers scissored inside the tight cavern. When Harry's fingers tightened painfully in his hair, Severus sped up his ministrations. He curled his fingers causing Harry moan and hiss something in parseltongue.
Severus quickly slipped a hand down to his own pulsating arousal and staved off his orgasm with a vice-grip to the base. Harry was still moaning in parseltongue, and it was nearly sending him over the edge. Harry was completely unhinged as he writhed and moved against the duvet; the sight was enough to cause Severus's last remaining willpower to crumble. He immediately turned the boy over, gorgeous rump in the air and pulled it to angle upwards. Severus quickly covered his own erection with enough lubrication to help with all of the traction. He whispered a quick contraception spell (as wizards, especially as powerful as Severus and Harry were, could in fact get pregnant) before aiming himself at the well-prepared entrance.
“Please,” he heard the young wizard moan, and it was more than enough encouragement for Severus as he slid passed the tight ring of muscles and into the intense, tight heat. Oh Merlin's beard! It feels bloody incredible...
“Sev, oh gods...” Harry was taking in great gasps of air as Severus pushed inside. “H-hurts...”
“Relax, Harry. Breathe slowly,” he soothed as he finally buried himself deep into the hot cavern. It was without a doubt the most incredible experience of Severus's life. Harry was perfection. He rubbed absently at the boy's hip, the touch a small comfort to the pain, but he knew that there was little he could do to lessen it. After what seemed like hours, Harry breathlessly wiggled causing an unbidden groan from Severus.
“Y-you can move,” Harry rasped. Severus withdrew slightly before slowly pushing back inside. He kept his thrusts shallow, listening intently to Harry's cries in order to know whether or not the boy needed rest from the movement. To his surprise, Harry quickly returned to his wanton moans, and the hissing language of snakes seeped ever so often in his utterances. Severus wrapped an arm around the young wizard, taking hold of the weeping, neglected prick and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. The erotic sounds of flesh slapping filled the room as Severus began to quicken their pace. He was close and could feel the body beneath him tensing with impending orgasm.
When they finally gave way to their pleasure, it was as if every nerve in his body was firing. It was electric and hot; it burned him like hot liquid fire, running from the tips of his fingers downward to the ends of his toes. He was beyond exhausted when Harry collapsed beneath him, trying desperately to breathe. Severus pulled out of the boy and rolled beside him, gathering up the breathless wizard into his arms as if they would fall into oblivion if he were to let go.
It was amazing, and life-changing, and sudden, and emotional as he lay with the beautiful boy in his arms. If Severus had ever gave way to the emotion it derived, he would have cried tears of happiness; however, his body merely trembled in satisfaction, and his heart drummed inside his chest.
“Wow,” Harry articulated after he finally caught his breath.
“Indeed,” Severus agreed though he would have said more if not out of fear that his voice would crack like some pubescent boy; he still had his pride.
“I mean,” Harry started as he went up onto an elbow, “that was bloody amazing if you ignore all the initial pain...”
Severus found himself chuckling. He pulled out a pain potion from his personal side-table and handed it to Harry. “For the pain.”
“Thanks,” Harry said downing it with a grimace. “Kind of felt like you were splitting me in two.”
“With time it will become easier,” Severus replied casually.
“So I can do it again?”
Severus quirked his eyebrow at this.
“Sorry,” Harry breathed as he absently covered himself in the duvet. “Its a bit hard to believe that its mutual. Kind of feels like any moment the dream is going to end.”
Severus could not agree more. He was hardly able to contrive the mutual feelings the child savior and himself shared. Perhaps it was the reason for his absent tightening of the wizard in his arms, or the quickening of his heart, or even the heaviness in his head, but Severus refused to allow anything or anyone to drive them apart.
o-o-o
It was well into midnight before Severus released the young wizard long enough to excuse himself to the lavatory. The steady rapping of a window pulled him from his musings. The small note was elegantly written and dread soon followed the discovery of its correspondence.
Severus,
A little birdie told me that you were taking a leave of absence. Expect a visit from me soon to discuss the circumstances in which this came about.
Yours,
Draco
Draco was now a high society leader in the Ministry. Severus had been able to discourage his godson from further involvement in the war. Not long after his graduation, Draco had been offered a place within the Ministry and had accepted almost immediately.
Draco and his correspondences had become sparse due to Severus's infinite amount of grading and Draco's rather busy schedule; however, his godson was always included in decisions that were considered life-changing, and Severus had neglected, rather forgotten, entirely to tell his godson. Cursing himself, he returned to the bed where Harry slept and slid back beneath the duvet to once more hold the warm wizard close. He would deal with Draco later. For now, he would allow the indulgence of the slumbering wizard next to him as his one...and probably first love.
o-o-o
Another series of incessant tapping woke him early the next morning, Harry was curled into him with lashes shadowing over shallow cheeks. Severus cursed the black-speckled owl as he let it in and detached the message it bore. The shuffling of sheets had Severus glancing back at his young lover, but thankfully, it would seem their morning visitor had not woken him as Harry went still and let out a deep sigh.
Dear Severus Snape,
The trial of Harry Potter versus Henry Ginley is to commence on December fifth at noon. Your presence is required in witness testimony against Henry Ginley. Your expected arrival will be received by councilman Fredrick Newton. As such, please send a reply immediately to set an appointment in order to discuss the trial. Please send all questions and comments to his office in the event there are any concerns.
Office of Fredrick Newton and Company
Severus saw the bird before it could rap on the window and immediately detached the other note most likely meant for Harry. However, in case it was not, he read through it briefly. The letter contained much of the same content, so Severus put it aside for Harry to read upon waking.
After dressing, Severus made his way into the sitting room where he received a fire call from a very distraught Minerva. She stepped through the Floo, and he quickly offered her a seat.
“What is it, Minerva?”
After composing herself, she began, “We received information that over thirty muggles have gone missing over the past few days. There was a correspondence to the Ministry detailing how more lives would be claimed if Harry Potter was not delivered.”
Severus's face darkened. “What is the Ministry's decision on these events?”
“They wish to create a trap,” she started. “I was informed that it would be in Harry's best interest if he were to cooperate.”
“Absolutely not,” Severus growled. “It is too dangerous, Minerva.”
“I agree, Severus. However, too many lives have been claimed recently, and the population of the wizarding world is fearing that this group will soon move on to those who are muggle-born or related.”
“He has already handed over a good deal of his life to the wizarding world,” Severus snapped. “He was expected to martyr himself at the cost of their freedom. He has done enough!” He was surely red faced with fury by now, but Minerva merely looked on with kind eyes.
“You have changed,” she said gently. “I would have never believed a year prior that you and Harry would carry such intense feelings other than hatred for each other.”
Suddenly feeling exposed, Severus turned his gaze away from her knowing eyes. “I merely grow tired of the Ministry's need to involve Harry in whatever they cannot handle themselves.”
“Harry, hm?” she asked with a small, knowing smile. “Yes, well I do agree with you. However, it is a decision Harry must make for himself. I am expected at another engagement, but if you could pass along the message and deliver his answer as soon as possible, I would be very much obliged.”
Despite his desire to tell her no and be done with it, he nodded and escorted her back to the fire place.
Yet again it would seem Harry Potter was expected to hand over his life for the sake of others. Severus felt the beginnings of a headache, so he poured himself a glass of fire whiskey, ignoring the clock that chimed the morning hour and sipped gingerly whilst he awaited Harry's rising.

TBC...
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