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Extracts from the Diary of S. Snape	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9296 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As a treat for my eagle-eyed reviewers (and the lovely people who even tried to read the last chapter despite the formatting issues), here's the next chapter.
Under age sex warning. SP

Severus Snape and the … about fucking time! Finally!

Ahem,

Severus Snape and the Really Bad Idea (1996 – 1997)

Term was over. Dolores Umbridge had been transported to St Mungo's whilst Snape had watched and smirked. Almost immediately after, he'd been forced to report to the Dark Lord and had spent far too many hours on his knees, explaining his role (or lack thereof) in the plan at the Ministry. It was there that Voldemort had told him about the new scheme – Draco Malfoy was to murder Dumbledore.
Because Severus was excellent at Occlumency, he was able to hide his shock and fear. Draco stood no chance against Albus. Even if the older wizard were disarmed and cursed, Draco would still not be able to defeat the wizard. Looking into the snake-like eyes, Snape understood that Draco was not meant to succeed. He was meant to spend the year fretting and plotting but ultimately fail. Then he too would be punished, just like Lucius would have been had he not been captured by the Aurors.
So, Snape listened, pretended admiration, and silently wished he could sit in a chair or even stand, rather than grind his kneecaps against rocks. Rising after being in the uncomfortable pose for so long was rather painful, but he managed with something approaching grace and returned to the school to finish up the last few jobs that always needed doing. Then he would go to his home. With the Order aware of Harry's tendency to run blindly into problems, there was no chance at all that the boy wasn't under guard at all times. So, for once, he could go home and enjoy the peace and quiet.
Not for long.
Albus appeared before the month ended with a withered hand and an almost abashed expression on his face. Snape didn't even bother criticising, he just reached for his potions and started helping the older wizard. It was during his ministrations that Severus explained Voldemort's plan for Draco. Albus, being Albus, came up with a truly ridiculous solution: Snape would be the one to kill Dumbledore. After all, as Albus himself said, the curse in his hand would keep spreading. He would die anyway. Snape had argued that if that was the case, why not let Draco zap him into eternity, rather than make Severus do it?
And then he had been offered it – the bribe. “Severus, I know this is a lot to ask, but I need your help. You'll be defending against the Dark Arts so much that I'll even give you the job you've wanted all these years, providing I can find a replacement for potions.”
That manipulative bastard!
Of course, Snape had agreed and had done all he could to slow the spread of the curse. There was, sadly, no halting it, so they both knew Albus' plan was the only course to take. Severus quietly wondered what the hell Harry would make of it all, once he heard what was going on.
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Outside Harry's home on July 31^st, Severus tried to look inconspicuous. He knew there were Order members about, but he had waited until Mundungus was on duty and had spread a rumour that a consignment of 'Dark Art Amulets' had been seen in Knockturn Alley. Snape knew Dung (and never was a nickname more appropriate) would want to go and see if he could make some money selling something similar.
He heard the pop of someone leaving the area and knew it was safe to get closer. Looking up, he gazed hopefully into the bedroom window, desperate for some view of Harry.
Harry appeared at the glass and looked absently out. He blinked and jumped when he recognised Severus. A smile split the boy's face and he disappeared from sight. Severus waited. Harry dashed across the road to him and stopped directly in front of his teacher.
“Sir?!”
“You managed 'Severus' at one point, Harry,” Snape reminded him.
“Se – Severus,” Harry said, blushing.
Snape glanced up at the house. “I only came here to wish you a happy birthday.”
Harry smiled. “Thank you, si – Severus. Did you have a gift for me?” It might have been taken as sheer greed, but Snape saw the lustful gleam in the youngster's face.
“Sadly, no. Not for another twelve months. Then I will have plenty of gifts for you.”
Pouting, Harry shuffled his feet on the pavement. “Oh, okay,” he huffed. The boy looked like he wanted to say something – apologise maybe for losing his temper during their Occlumency lessons – but he couldn't seem to force the words out.
Severus gave him a wry smile and said softly, “I understand. You don't need to apologise. It was natural to think.”
“It wasn't,” Harry insisted, “I just hurled all kinds of things at you and you didn't say anything! It took me ages to work through everything I'd seen and accept that you hadn't been messing with me.”
Hearing a faint 'pop' noise, Snape hissed urgently, “Your guard is back. Get inside. I need to go.”
Nodding, Harry scurried back into the property and didn't see Severus leave.
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Severus had been told by Albus that Harry was going to be staying at the Order headquarters, and that he would arrange everything so that the transfer would go smoothly. He had said that he needed to hunt down Slughorn to convince him to take the Potions post, and so far the other man was proving elusive. And Horace had to be convinced, if Severus was ever to get the DADA job.
Snape grimaced. He had been taught by the fat wizard, had even been a member of the stupid 'Slug Club' but he couldn't pretend any great fondness for his ex-teacher. But Slughorn would be delirious at the thought of collecting one Harry Potter. Severus knew Albus would succeed in getting Horace, once it was clear to the fat lump of lard just what he'd have available to him at Hogwarts.
Knowing this, and knowing that once Harry moved into Grimmauld Place he'd only catch stray glimpses of the boy, Severus volunteered for guard duty and went back to the Muggle street to look up at Harry's window. Inside there was a shape aimlessly moving about, and even that brief sight made Snape's heart race and his dick throb.
When Harry looked out and saw him, their eyes just held for long moments. Silently, Harry backed away, finally breaking contact as he rushed down the stairs. The front door was wrenched open and then the youth dashed across the road, almost falling into Snape's arms.
“Se – Severus!” he gasped, clearly delighted to see the older man.
“Harry!” breathless and incredibly aroused, Snape tried not to let the boy too close.
“Come inside,” Harry said, such suggestion in his voice that Severus had to take a very deep breath.
“I can't. You're underage.”
“It's just a number, Severus, you know that! I've lived more in my last five years than I did the previous eleven. I've faced the most evil monster in our world, seen someone I love...” Harry's lower lip wobbled but he pulled himself together, “Learnt I've got to destroy Voldemort before he kills me. What the hell does a birthday matter? I want you. You want me. It isn't any simpler than that!”
Snape's hands trembled and he shoved them into his trouser pockets. He was regretting not wearing his usual long robes and instead adopting a more casual (more Muggle) approach – black trousers and white shirt. Wearing such ordinary things made his aching erection all too obvious. Harry glanced down and flushed as he laid eyes on the bulge.
“You want me,” he repeated, sounding a little awed.
“I'm your teacher!” Snape said desperately.
“Why not teach me something I really want to learn?” Harry whispered it and licked his bone dry lips.
It was the tongue flicking out that did it. That was what defeated Severus. He closed the gap between the two of them and just pressed one hand against the younger wizard's chest. It might have been a gesture of defiance, but not when accompanied by such a look of lust, and not when the long clever fingers unerringly found a hard nipple and rubbed it through the top.
“Oh … please!” Harry begged.
“Are … your relatives home?” Severus was having trouble holding any thoughts in his head. The feel of Harry under his fingers was rather driving all sense out of him.
“My au – aunt is. Uncle Ver – Ver – oh please! - Vernon is at work. Dud – Dudleeeeeeey is out too.” Harry was almost incoherent with desire.
“Where is Petunia? Is she likely to catch us?” Severus had put his second hand on Harry's hip and was clinging tightly to the body encased in denim. Even in his lust, he kept some semblance of sanity: anyone looking at them would only see two men standing close and touching lightly. Not that he did have a light grip on Harry – his fingers were tense as they clutched at the bony hip.
“She's in the kitchen,” Harry panted and managed to find the strength to spin on the spot and lead the way indoors.
Snape followed. Helpless to resist.
Pushing the door open fully (having not closed it when he had hurried out to Snape), Harry went inside cautiously. His aunt was in the kitchen, making something no doubt ultra refined and middle class. At least she would be out of the way so that he and Severus could be together.
Harry went up the stairs on tip toes. Behind him, the older man moved equally quietly (though with more dignity) and followed the youngster into the smallest bedroom. Once there, and with the door firmly closed and bolted, Severus was faced with a blushing young man.
“Curtains,” Snape insisted, pointing.
Harry pulled the drapes together and looked at Snape. There was a brief moment when, even now, Severus could have walked away. But it was only a moment, and it soon passed when Harry moved close and placed one hand on the other man's chest, feeling the frantically beating heart.
“Please,” he whispered.
Just to acknowledge it, Snape murmured, “This is a really bad idea, Harry,” but he then bent down, and for the first time in his life, captured the lips of the young man who had invaded his thoughts so thoroughly for so long. It was bliss. Harry opened his mouth eagerly, wanting to taste Severus as much as Severus wanted to taste Harry. The kiss went on and on, tongues sliding along one another, flicking over teeth and slicking inside the hot wet caverns to learn all there was to know about the other man's mouth.
Without breaking contact, Snape smoothed his hands under the top, stroking up to the shoulder blades that had figured so vividly in his fantasies, and pressed close, his hardness rubbing against the younger wizard's equally aroused body. With care, he manoeuvred Harry back, so that he was standing with his back to the bed, the mattress bumping him behind his knees.
Harry was clinging to the older man, still kissing him. His cock was painful and he twisted his hips from side to side so that his dick brushed against the other welcome hardness. It made Severus see stars and he had to draw in a deep breath through flaring nostrils to avoid ripping Harry's clothes off and pounding him that very second.
Snape broke the kiss and managed to tug on the top, beginning the process of undressing the youngster. Harry assisted, quickly getting the top off and reaching down to the fly of his jeans. The jeans (Dudley's ones from the previous year) slithered off him and pooled at his ankles. The boy reached out slightly shaking fingers to tangle them in the ribbon at Snape's neck that held the edges of his shirt together. With focus, Harry tugged on the right bit of fabric to undo the bow and widen the neck. Now he slid his hands under the top and pulled it up. As Severus was taller, he had to finish removing his shirt. When he had done so, he felt rather vulnerable. The boy's body was just damned beautiful. He, on the other hand, was a 36 year old man who almost never went outside. True, his stomach was toned from long hours spent stirring and carrying potions, but he wasn't anything like as handsome as Harry.
Snape glanced down and saw the erection deforming the shape of the boy's underwear. It was still as hard as ever, and even leaking slightly, judging by the darker patch near the top of the lump. Reassured, he undid his fly and let his own trousers glide from his body. His underwear bulged just as much as Harry's did.
Their mouths connected again. Snape pushed and supported Harry onto the bed so that they were lying side by side, chests pressed together, lips connected, cocks rubbing against the material covering them. Severus touched the hard nipple he had tormented outside. This time, with nothing in the way, Harry arched into him, hands clawing at the older man's black hair, his kiss becoming desperate and needy.
Snape knew how he felt, as his own control was rapidly slipping. He let go of the nipple and let his fingers feel the sweaty back until they reached the barrier of underwear. He wriggled under the material and cupped one exquisite buttock.
Harry moaned and rolled so that he was straddling the older man. He rocked against the arousing touch, loving the feel of being held there, and aching for the penetration he hoped would happen. “Please,” he begged, lips close to Severus', “Please, have me.”
Snape's hand clenched around the muscle he held and he lurched up to capture the rosy lips once again. “I can't use a spell,” he admitted, “you've got the Trace on you. I think I've got some lotion in my trousers.”
Scrabbling over the side of the bed, he hooked a finger in his trousers and dragged them closer. In a pocket was a vial containing a slippery lotion. Had he been asked, he would have said it was to protect his fair skin against the sun. To himself he acknowledged that he had stuffed it in his clothes just in case this very situation happened.
“Are you sure?” Snape asked. “Once you've lost your virginity it's gone. Are you sure you want to remember me, and this day, forever?”
Harry took the vial from him and held it. He leant down and kissed the older man, writhing his body so that their pricks ground. “I'm sure,” he gasped. The vial was placed on the bedside table and they both stared at it, each taking a moment to understand what that small bottle represented.
“It'll hurt,” Snape warned him. “No matter how much you want it, it will hurt.”
Harry straightened up. He got off the older man and pulled his underwear off. Seeing the rigid length for the first time, Severus felt his mouth water. The boy was perfect even here. His dick was about nine inches long, and looked to have just the right girth to fit perfectly in Snape's palm. The foreskin was rolled back, exposing the glistening red tip that even now oozed a little fluid.
“You're beautiful,” Severus said, shocked that the words had escaped him.
“Get naked,” Harry ordered, leaning over and kissing Severus. As he did so, his fingers hooked into the underwear and began tugging it off. Snape lifted his hips to help Harry, and added his own hands to get his clothing off. Both now only wore socks. Harry pulled his off and quickly relieved Severus of his too. Then he was back, straddling the body. And now, with nothing between them they both gasped and had to clutch at something to hold back their climaxes.
Snape curled a hand back round a buttock, liking that particular hand hold. Harry seemed to like it too as he bent low and kissed the nipples and moaned. Severus snatched the vial up and uncorked it with one hand (sometimes being a Potions Master helped). He dipped his finger into the wide mouth of the container and then brought the digit around Harry's body to rub at the tight muscle he yearned to invade.
Preparing Harry was easy as the boy rocked on the fingers so enthusiastically that Severus felt little concern that the youth was having second thoughts, nor that he was unready. Pulling his digits out, Severus slicked his prick and looked at Harry. “Last chance,” he reminded, voice gravelly with lust.
Harry shifted so that his ass was pressing against the thick dick, his entrance seeming to open and close like a hungry animal, eager for its feed.
In that position, Severus had to close his eyes and draw a lungful of air before he could trust himself to fill the tight channel. Holding his cock in place, he put his free hand on Harry's hip and began to guide him down. For a few seconds there was nothing, then Snape's rounded tip delved past the muscle and was clenched by unbelievable heat and wetness.
Harry panted as he was possessed. Moaning, he lowered his ass so that more of the throbbing prick was stuffed into him. He could feel every last bit of the shaft as it claimed him so completely.
At last buried all the way inside the younger man, Severus could only stare at the eyes. They were almost black. The barest emerald ring surrounded them, and there was no hint of pain in them, just lust and aching need.
When Harry shifted, lifting his ass up, Severus saw stars. Clawing for control, Snape slid his hands onto the hips, rubbing his thumbs over the bony lengths he felt under the skin. Teeth gritted he groaned, “Move! For Merlin's sake, move!”
Harry rocked up and down, back tense as he thoroughly fucked himself on Snape's hardness. Each time he was re-claimed, his passage tightened, wanting the man inside him forever. When he settled and had the pleasure of grinding his nub against the thickness, he threw his head back and shook with joy.
After that there was nothing but the heat of Harry's body, the feel of the ass tight around him, the gasping breaths coming from the young man, and the scent of sex as Harry's dick leaked continually.
Their climax took them both by surprise. Harry had been rocking faster and faster on the cock, and suddenly he wailed and spurted wildly into the air. His clenching grip defeated Severus and he exploded: hot seed spattering deep inside.
Slumping on his lover, Harry gasped for breath. “Oh … I didn't know … is it always …?”
Severus rather understood the incoherency. His own brain seemed to be rebooting as well.
They stayed together, just breathing, until Severus eased his limp cock from the hole he had plundered and suggested they clean up. Harry had agreed and weaved away, moving as though he were on a ship, or as though his legs had turned to jelly. It was the walk of the satisfyingly fucked, and it made Severus smugly proud.
Once he was in the bathroom, he washed the remnants of Harry's release from his chest and reluctantly swilled his dick clean too. Dried, he cautiously opened the door. There was no one about so he dashed back to Harry's room and began pulling on his clothes. He left his underwear as the discomfort of drying semen he was all too familiar with.
Both dressed, they went downstairs. Harry led the way so that he could keep an eye out for his aunt.
He slid an eye over the bannister and could see no sign of her. “All clear,” he whispered and began tip toeing down.
“You disgusting frea -!” Petunia's voice shrieked, then stopped as she saw who was standing behind Harry. “You!”
Harry felt ill. But Severus smoothly moved around him and made it to the ground floor. “Petunia,” he began, drawing together all his skills to somehow get them both out of the deep shit they were in, “whatever you think, I'm sure it's wrong.”
“Oh, wrong is it that you were with him,” she pointed at her nephew, “naked, on his bed. Being … being ...” she flushed, unable to say it.
“Intimate?” Severus suggested. He spoke calmly but his insides were roiling. The damn bitch had seen.
In truth, Petunia hadn't seen whom it was that Harry was with. She had gone up the stairs, wanting her lazy excuse of a nephew to do the washing up and had heard the sounds coming from his room. Dropping her eye to the keyhole she could just make out Harry moving up and down. With the limited view, she didn't realise that he was the one with his legs spread, nor that he was having sex with a man.
So when the two came down stairs and she recognised not just Harry but the wizard he had clearly been with, it had been rather a shock.
“You were doing foul disgusting unnatural things!” she screamed, finding her fury and her volume again.
“What we did is none of your business,” Snape snapped.
“It is when it happens under my roof! I won't have him here corrupting my Diddykins! And as for you,” she sneered at Severus, “you're old enough to be his father. That's disgusting! Can't you find someone your own age to be with? Or do little boys turn you on?!”
Black eyes gleaming with red, Severus' hand itched to hex the woman. Harry stepped between them. “Okay,” he said, angry too, “you don't want me here. I've known that for long enough. But you're kicking me out because I'm gay. That bothers you more than the magic stuff?!”
Petunia's lips pursed into a tight line. “He's a child. That makes you a rapist. I'm sure your precious Dumbledore would have something to say about what you did here today.”
Harry gulped but Snape curled his lip. “Don't worry, Petunia, as soon as I leave your wonderful hospitality, I will go straight to Albus and tell him what has happened here today.”
Eyes fearful, Harry gave Severus a desperate look. The Muggle smiled nastily. “Putting your own spin on it, no doubt.”
“What do you care?!” Snape snarled, “It's not concern for the boy that makes you so angry. It's that he likes a man rather than a woman, and that he did something totally natural for someone his age to do – have sex!”
She screamed at that and covered her ears. That meant she didn't hear Snape tell Harry they were leaving, nor hear the front door slam. She did see the door close and had to cover her mouth to stop herself shrieking again.
“Se – Severus, you're not really going to tell Dumbledore what we did, are you?” Harry looked terrified at the thought.
“Do I want a cell in Azkaban?” Snape growled, “Of course I won't tell him everything. Now, wait until we get out of range of the wards around the house, and then I'll apparate. I can take you on side-along.”
During the walk up to the castle, the teacher formulated what he'd tell Dumbledore. He'd not lied to Petunia, he was going to talk about what had happened, but it was going to be a carefully edited version of events. He sent his Patronus ahead of him to warn the older man.
Harry was fascinated by the form of his Patronus. “Was that a … doe?” he asked.
“Yes.” Not wanting to elaborate on why he had the same doe as Harry's mother (Oh Merlin, Severus, you do make life complicated for yourself!) he kept walking, his longer strides eating up the ground whilst Harry had to scurry to keep up.
Albus was waiting at the front door. His eyes fixed on Harry and smiled, but he was worried too. “Harry! So good to see you! I was intending on visiting you myself in a few days.”
“Somewhere private, Albus,” Severus muttered and the headmaster nodded.
He led the way into his office and then into a small ante chamber that was devoid of portraits. Settling into a chair, he waved the two other wizards into seats too. Harry stared at the blackened hand but was too full of his own concerns to question the older man.
“Harry's aunt has kicked him out,” Severus began with preamble. “She discovered he is gay, and that, apparently, is the one thing she can't live with.”
Dumbledore's brows lowered. “You spoke to her?”
“I had to. She was threatening all kinds of things, and calling Harry any number of unpleasant names. And she won't take him back. She's too afraid he'll 'corrupt' her son.”
Albus made a noise very like a snarl. It made Harry jump. “My apologies,” Dumbledore said, smiling wanly, “but I get so tired of dealing with people's bigotry.”
“Perhaps the boy could stay here at the castle?” Snape suggested. He knew that Albus had intended Harry to go to the Order headquarters, but he really hoped the youth could remain with him. There were weeks and weeks before term started and already he was feeling hunger for the lad's body curling in his stomach once again.
“His friends are at Grimmauld Place. I think it would do him good to be with them.”
“Don't I get a say?” Harry asked, rightfully grumpy at being discussed as though he wasn't in the room.
“Of course.”
“I don't want to go to Grimmauld Place. It's got too many memories of Siri ...” he paused, feeling that loss wash over him again. “If I stay here I can be quiet. Maybe even get some of my holiday homework finished for once!”
Albus looked over his glasses at the student. “If you are sure. However, before I arrange for your things to be collected from Privet Drive, where I will also need to make some arrangements for next summer, there is a favour I wanted to ask you. And, also, a little matter of Sirius' will.
Severus stood up. “If you're finished with me...?” He wanted to stay and support Harry, but to do so would have been completely out of character.
“Yes. Thank you, Severus.”
“Yes. Thank you, sir.” Harry said, not looking at the man he had so recently had sex with.
---
Down in his quarters a few days later, and having had his DADA appointment finally confirmed (about time too!), Severus mulled over what had happened. Since Harry had decided to stay at Hogwarts over the summer, he had moved back into his dormitory, but came down to Snape's rooms regularly to get help with his homework projects. Of course, Harry had no way of knowing if he'd be taking any of the subjects at NEWT level, but he thought it showed initiative if he acted as though he was going to pass. He really hoped he had done well enough to get onto the courses he wanted.
Snape, quietly planning lessons for his new subject, gave Harry the help he needed, and the sex he wanted. It was difficult keeping something like that secret, especially with so few people around; Harry's wanderings were just so much more noticeable. Still, the few teachers left at the castle seemed to accept that the animosity between the teacher and his student had abated, and were pleased that the boy had someone he felt he could talk to.
Sometimes, when they had sex, Severus was sure he was delving into a different channel, as the angle was so different. But, Harry certainly seemed to enjoy it, and the teacher didn't give it the attention he should have. Getting laid regularly has been known to have that effect on people.
---
With the end of the holiday, Severus spoke seriously to his young lover about their relationship and that it would have to alter once the term began. Agreeing whole-heartedly, Harry had kissed Snape and asked what they would be doing.
“Not having sex,” was Severus' blunt reply.
“Not …? But ...” Harry returned coherently.
“I can just about claim to not be your teacher at the moment. But that all changes as of tomorrow. We cannot be involved. You risk censure and ridicule. I risk Azkaban and death as you are still underage. So, no, Harry, from tomorrow, we will not have sex.”
Pouting, Harry had reluctantly nodded. Then he had brightened up, “But til then, we can have sex?!”
They had sex.
---
Severus had gone less than a week without Harry under him and already he was feeling the effects: shortness of temper (well, shorter than normal), increased arousal, and a desperate desire to bend Harry over every time he saw him were all taking their toll. The boy didn't look any better. He seemed to be permanently flushed whenever he looked in his teacher's direction, and his eyes glazed over far too often when Snape was teaching him, lost in the sensation of that velvet voice instructing him.
He was clutching a glass of alcohol rather desperately when a knock at his door made him jump. He recognised the sound and his cock leapt at once.
“Ha – Potter, what are you doing here?” he asked, a bit more breathlessly than he would have liked.
“I needed to ask you something about the work, Professor,” Harry explained for the benefit of any listening pictures.
“Oh, very well.”
With the door closed, Snape barely had time to register that he was alone with Harry when he had an armful of youthful exuberance and felt a cock grinding against his own throbbing shaft.
“No,” he panted, even as he dipped his head to claim his man.
---
Over Christmas, Harry, Ron and Hermione stayed at the school. The plan had been for Harry to spend it with the Weasleys, but even the thought of a few days apart from Severus made him feel unhappy, so he had lied and said he had some studying to do with Snape. Harry was more than happy to lie and stay at the school as it gave him a better chance to sleep with Severus, but it made Snape edgy. Having fewer people around increased the risk of Harry being noticed entering or leaving the quarters. Even given the fact that the teachers knew Harry seemed to like Snape now, it would still never do for any hint of a rumour to begin.
Snape was leaning back in his chair on Christmas Eve. Harry had talked about coming down for a 'pre-Christmas fuck' as he so elegantly called it, but so far there had been no sign of him. Severus tried not to be disappointed: there were any number of reasons for Harry's absence, chief amongst them one of his pesky friends getting too nosey.
When the knock came, Snape was up and across the room like a bludger. Harry barged in and was kissing the older man as soon as the door had fitted into its frame.

Finally sated, Harry rolled over and kissed Severus gently. “Happy Christmas, Severus,” he whispered.
Snape just pulled Harry more tightly into his arms and held onto the lithe form.
---
Severus had been very suspicious of Harry's new found brilliance at Potions and had asked him (during a conversation that had gone rather off topic) why he had saved his genius until after Snape had stopped teaching him. It was then that the boy had admitted borrowing a book and using the 'Half-Blood Prince's' ideas when they differed from the main instructions.
Harry's reaction, when he learned whom he had been taking instruction from, made Severus smile even now, over a fortnight later.
Harry entered the room and threw his bag aggressively onto the chair he usually sat on.
“Problem?”
“Hermione says I'm getting fat!” Harry rubbed his stomach, which did swell out more than it ever had done before. “I'm finally happy and she starts having a go because I've put on a bit of weight.”
Severus moved over and rubbed the rounded area. “I rather like it,” he admitted, “more to grab on to.”
Panting, Harry gave him a passionate look. “I need to eat more carefully.”
“Well,” drawled Snape, undoing his fly, “I have something here you can feast on.”
Harry enthusiastically dropped to his knees and began sucking.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Severus mentally thanked anyone who would listen that the boy was in his life and so very very eager to swallow Snape's thick prick.
For his own part, Harry lapped happily at the swollen length. This hardness had given him so much pleasure since they had begun having sex, and he did genuinely like having Severus' cock rammed into his mouth. The taste of the other man's come was like nectar to him, and he worked the long shaft with practised precision until he felt the swelling at the tip and heard the desperate groan of his lover trying to warn him.
Snape shuddered as he shot his load into Harry's mouth, hips rocking as he spurted his seed inside.
---
Severus had decided not to watch the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw match. With the rest of the school out of doors, he was alone and could catch up on some marking. He wasn't going to deny that having Harry to screw wasn't causing him some issues, but they were minor when compared to the pleasure of pounding that glorious body. Also, watching Harry was just torture as he knew he'd be afraid of the boy slipping and falling. Despite the youth's prowess on a broom (in both reality and as a euphemism), accidents could still happen.
Hearing the thumping of footsteps passing his door, he assumed the game was over. He sighed. He supposed he had better go and find out by how much Gryffindor had won. Enthusiastic he was not. It was getting rather monotonous that every year Gryffindor lifted the House Cup (at least they hadn't won the Quidditch Cup too much recently). When Slytherin had been the ones winning, he'd not found it boring, but constantly ending the year surrounded by sodding red and gold was wearing on his nerves. Still, once Harry left the school, there was a good chance that Slytherin would once again be rightfully back on top.
Finishing the essay he was reading (although he did wonder why as he had struggled to pick his way through 'The fiiv wayz tu tel if a spel iz dayngrus' without committing homicide on the luckless illiterate), he scrawled a suitably vicious comment at the bottom ('Most students are either ignorant or thoughtless. You are the rarest specimen as you are both. Or, to put this in a way even you would understand: This is Shocking Horrible Irritating and Terrible.') Feeling he had vented his spleen nicely, Snape at last stretched and sauntered over to the door.
A Slytherin student rushed past as he poked his substantial (he would have called it classically Roman) nose out, and he reprimanded the girl.
“Oh, sorry, sir! I was just going to tell everyone the good news! Potter's in hospital again! That bludger he took to the head must have done some damage!”
Oh fuckity fuckity fuckity!
Snape nodded, resisting the urge to hex the witch into oblivion; after all, it was hardly her fault if Severus didn't relish the thought of Harry being injured. He set off up to the ground level and wondered how he could make his appearance in the hospital wing seem natural.
Luckily he didn't have to as Albus raced past him and called for him over his shoulder. For once keen to obey one of the old fool's commands, Severus hurried up the stairs and into the hospital wing. He stared at the pale face lying on the bed; a sheet covered the boy, and the distended stomach was more noticeable than he had previously realised. Was there something wrong with Harry? Some reason he was gaining weight?
Odd, he thought, Granger and the Weasel aren't here. But he didn't have time to consider why as Poppy was standing over the youth and seemed to be saying something.
“Oh, thank goodness, Albus! I ran the tests as you suggested. You are quite right, there is a reason for his weight gain: he's pregnant.”
The two other adults turned as Severus Snape groaned and collapsed into the chair by Harry's bed, his hands covering his face. Bending over, Snape drew in gasping breaths that had a sob of hysteria mingled in. Just audible was, “Oh fuck, no, fuck, no, no, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, no!”
“Severus?” Albus' voice had never been scarier. He stalked over to the younger man and grabbed a handful of black hair. Looking into the black eyes that leaked tears he seemed to age. “You did this? You did this? YOU did this? YOU DID THIS?” Each repetition increased in volume until the headmaster was bellowing, spittle spraying onto Snape's sagging face.
It was Snape's lack of reaction that threw them all. He made no attempt to deny or justify what he had done, he just sat there, broken, and let his friend and mentor shout at him. He didn't react when Albus reached into his robes using his cursed arm and drew out his wand. It was pressed dangerously to Severus' temple. Dumbledore's eyes glinted with something not quite sane as he stared down at the DADA teacher.
“Sir?” That was Harry, hesitant and clearly scared.
At once Albus let go of Snape, face filled with loathing as he saw the other man drop his head again and continue crying. “Harry?” he said, a terrible parody of his usual cheerful style emerging from his mouth.
“Is – Is Severus all right?”
“No,” Snape groaned, “Severus is not all right, Harry. Severus is likely going to Azkaban in about ten minutes time if I'm not killed before then.”
“Ten minutes? You think I will give you even that long?!” Albus growled. His wand sparked redly as he glowered at his DADA teacher.
“S – sir, it isn't his fault.”
Snape sat up and gave a hollow laugh. Turning desperate eyes to his young lover, he explained, “I am an adult and you are still a child. As far as the world is concerned I have raped you, repeatedly, and now got you pregnant. Even worse, I have abused my position as a teacher to seduce and debauch a student in my care. Harry, it is entirely my fault.”
“B – but you tried to resist, I know you did. And I wouldn't let you!” Harry cried, sliding one hand onto Snape's cheek.
Severus shook his head. “No, Harry. I made my choice when I followed you into your room. Even knowing what a bad idea it was, I still went. I knew that this day would come. Although, I never expected it to arrive because you were carrying my child.” An expression of wonder crossed his face as he said the final words.
Madam Pomfrey stared at the three men and pointedly walked away, leaving them to air their dirty linen in private. Albus looked down at the student, sorrow in his face.
“Harry, Severus is correct. He has abused and raped you. Even if you allowed him to – to do so, the consent was not yours to give. And your body was not his to take.” Anger was creeping back into the wizard's tone as he explained Snape's actions.
“B – but he can't go to Azkaban!” Harry wailed, “I need him!”
Looking down at his dead arm, Albus said softly, “As do I.” He turned violent eyes to Snape. “There is one thing I can try to keep you out of Azkaban, much as you deserve to be there, and I'm only suggesting this as it will mean Harry won't have the child taken from him, and that is you must marry.”
Snape shook his head. “No, Albus. No. Harry deserves better.”
“I thoroughly agree. There is hardly a person I can think of who would not be better than you, but he is underage and, as such, the Ministry will deem him incapable of caring for his offspring. If he were in a marriage with the child's other parent, who is, in law at least, an adult, you can care for your son or daughter. For that to happen, you have to be out of Azkaban. So, here's the choice: marry him, or rot in jail.” Albus made a noise very like a sneer, “And, truly, I'd much rather you chose jail if it wouldn't impact on Harry so.”
“Marrying would keep me out of Azkaban?” Severus was incredulous.
“I can pull a few strings,” Dumbledore admitted unhappily. “Much as I would gladly throw you to the dragons, you will be a father shortly, so you better start acting like it.”
“Harry?” Severus asked, unsure which answer would give him the most pain, “What do you think? Marriage or Azkaban?”
Stroking the bulge that was their child, Harry said quietly but with determination, “Marriage.”
---
Eleven days later, after having had a special licence arranged, Severus Snape stood in front of the marriage official and promised to love, honour and cherish one Harry James Potter. As Harry promised Snape the same, Severus wondered what the point of this sham was. Harry didn't love him, and although he was sure he did love the brat, what chance did either of them have getting married in the middle of a war when one of them had to go and play with the bad guys and the other was the beacon of hope for the goodies?!
The ceremony ('farce' was Severus' word for it) took place at the very edge of the Hogwarts wards, just inside them to ensure all were protected. Harry had remained in the hospital wing (Albus said 'for observation' but everyone knew Harry was there to stop him and Severus having any more sex before they were married) and been gently levitated to the place chosen.
Even in the days since the Quidditch match, Severus could see the change in Harry; the way he looked definitely pregnant now. It was almost as though his body had kept the fact hidden until it had been acknowledged, and then his shape had changed to become not just fat, but 'with child'. Standing, Harry put his hands in the small of his back and leaned back. His bones clunked and he smiled up at Snape.
Once married, the officiate had gone and left them to celebrate the joyous event. No-one seemed particularly joyful. Albus glared at his DADA teacher as though chewing on a wasp, Ron and Hermione (who had both been allowed to attend) had looked vaguely disgusted throughout, Remus (acting as Harry's guardian) had allowed the marriage with a sentence that sounded as though it physically pained him to say it.
“Now,” Albus said, “there is some work to be done. Harry, you are moving into Severus' quarters.”
All of the listeners (with the exception of the recently married) had looked ill at the idea.
“You are, after all, his husband / wife.”
“Wife?!” Harry screeched.
Severus rubbed his forehead. “As you are capable of carrying a child, the Ministry has changed your gender to 'hermaphrodite'. That means you are both genders, which is why this,” he waved his hand indicating the ceremony, “could take place at all.” Snape spoke wearily, sounding completely defeated.
“Now, there is nothing I can do to prevent the news being reported. This marriage will be recorded at the Ministry before the day is out, and that makes it public knowledge. Plus, I do expect you both to wear your wedding rings as a reminder of what you have sworn today.” Dumbledore glared at Severus, as though expecting him to argue.
Albus spoke gently to the younger partner of the marriage. “Harry, there will be a great deal of unpleasantness because of what has happened today. I hope you understand what you are letting yourself in for, all to protect him.”
“No,” Snape said, “he's protecting our child. That is the right choice. And Harry can take some nasty comments. He's dealt with them long enough.”
“Generally from you,” Ron muttered, not quite under his breath.
“Indeed, Weasley, so he should be prepared. Malfoy, for example, will no doubt love the fact of you being married and pregnant. It will please him enormously, I am sure.”
“You sound like that pleases you,” Hermione accused.
“Oh, yes, there is nothing I long for more than for the entire school to know I have had sex with a student.” Severus retorted sarcastically.
Harry huffed out a breath. “I'm tired. Can we save the bitching and arguing for a time when I'm not seven months fucking pregnant?” He glowered at his friends and they murmured apologies. “And in case no one noticed, I just got married, so some fucking congratulations might be in order!”
Not wanting to upset the hormonal man (after all, he could hardly like the fact that he had been forced into a marriage with Snape), they had each made rather insincere congratulations and begun moving back to the school.
Remus gave Severus a long look. “We've had our differences,” he admitted, “and I can't say I'm thrilled at what has taken place today. In truth it makes me feel ill. But, Harry has made his choice. If he ever has cause to regret it, Severus, be assured I will learn of it and I will pay back in kind.”
“Harry has nothing to fear from me,” Snape declared. He wasn't upset by Lupin's threats. It actually pleased him that someone cared enough for Harry to try to protect him. And when, as Severus expected, he was dead and gone shortly, at least Remus would be around to see to Harry's well being.
“Reem,” Harry complained, “I'm not upset that we're married. I'm just tired and sore. Being in a bed for the past week and a bit has been really boring and it's shot my stamina to hell. So, have the pissing contest some other time, please. Right now, I just want to get horizontal.”
Lupin blushed, eyes flicking to Snape.
“Not like that!” Harry cried, “Honestly, you're such a pervert!”
Remus laughed a little awkwardly and took his leave.
Finally alone, the couple seemed rather at a loss. Severus broke the silence. “Did you want to walk back, or shall I levitate you?”
“Levitate, please!” Harry asked, “My feet are killing me. And I need to pee!”
“You should have said,” Snape scolded.
“Needed to get all my friends to unknot their wands,” Harry explained as he began drifting towards the school, “my choices are mine. And you are my choice.”
Touched at the declaration, Severus announced, “Harry James Potter, you are a remarkable man!”
Smiling slyly, Harry corrected, “You forget, I got married today. It's Harry James Snape.”
---
Severus had never looked forward to a day less. Even the previous morning, with his stomach tied into a tangled mess, hadn't been this bad. Letting his husband out into the school, with no doubt every child and adult knowing everything there was to know, made every nerve in his body scream in terror. It wasn't that he was afraid of harm coming to Harry (well, he wasn't too afraid of that), but he was concerned about the emotional injuries Harry would sustain.
When he ushered in his sixth years, he noticed Harry's downcast face, his dejected pose, although the youth did give his teacher a quick warm smile before settling at the back of the room between Granger and Weasley.
“Today, we shall be continuing our work on counter jinxes. The list of jinxes are on the board, and in your groups you will need to identify and cast the counter charms to end any spell. As is always the case with such spell work, those of a nervous disposition, or, pregnant, should not take part.”
Almost everyone in the class craned around to look at the one person they knew was pregnant. Harry sank down on his seat, forehead bright red.
“Other than that, I would hope each of you is considerate of those around you, a poorly aimed charm can do damage to the best of us.” Silently hoping that Longbottom and his piss poor aim stayed well away from Harry, Snape prowled the room and corrected arm movement and pronunciation. Although he usually insisted on non-verbal magic for his sixth years, with these counter-jinxes he needed to hear the mangling of the vowels to correct them.
When he finally allowed himself to approach Harry he saw that at least half of the class was trying to unobtrusively watch their interaction.
“No, Weasley! Your wand is not a sword, it is an instrument of precision, something you Gryffindors have never understood! The only thing I am thankful for is that your lethal combo,” he indicated Ron, Hermione and Harry, “has been reduced by a third.”
He paced away, knowing Harry wouldn't care about the insult.

That evening, in their shared rooms, Harry was puzzling over some homework. “Severus?” he asked, getting his husband's attention.
“Harry?” Mr Snape the elder hurried over and stroked Harry's hair. “Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all. But keep doing that,” Mr Snape the younger smiled. “I was wondering about Malfoy. You said he'd be all over me; you know, being, well, Malfoyish. But he barely seemed to notice. And, I know I've not been around much recently, but I have been wandering down here rather a lot over the past few months, and a lot of the time, Malfoy was heading out of the dungeons.”
Thankful for the opening, the teacher began explaining the vow he had made that summer, the promise he had given Dumbledore, and the task Voldemort had given Draco.
“Hang on,” Harry said, rubbing his stomach. “You're telling me Voldemort was pissed Lucius messed up so he's getting his revenge by making Draco try to kill Dumbledore, which he could never do, so instead you're going to kill Dumbledore? How is that any better? Dumbledore still ends up dead!”
It was then that Severus revealed just how serious Dumbledore's cursed arm was. He was surprised at the strong reaction Harry had. “We've been having private lessons,” he said, “and he never once said anything about this!”
“In fairness,” his husband replied, “he didn't know we were having sex, and that you might feel, rightly, that you should be aware of something like this that affects us both.”
“He's an idiot!”
“A point I have made to him on numerous occasions,” Severus remarked dryly. “But, I think we should be clear, Harry. Once I kill Albus, I will have to leave the school. No-one will believe it was a plan thought up by the old man himself. And I'll have to join the Dark Lord. Trust that I will never betray you or our child.”
Harry glared at him. “That never crossed my mind. Of course you wouldn't betray us! I just wish I knew a way out of this mess so that we could be together without there being curses and evil wizards and prophecies and horcruxes in the way.”
Snape merely twitched his eyebrows. It so completely covered his own feelings that nothing else needed to be said.
---
Humming to himself, Severus combed his hair. He was readying himself for another day and had picked out his most dashing black robes. They looked identical to all his other sets, but these had fabric covered buttons, rather than the usual dragon hide covered ones. He glanced at the bed, Harry was rubbing his stomach and groaning.
Over the past few days they'd both noticed that the child had moved position and seemed to be resting on Harry's pelvis. The younger man had been almost grateful as he'd been getting fed up of 'Snape junior doing a fucking tango on my bladder all the time!' Now though, Harry was lying with his legs spread, hands moving restlessly over his large bump.
“Harry?” Severus asked, turning to face the younger man.
“Hurts,” Harry panted and threw his head back and screamed.
Snape winced at the volume but hurried to his partner's side. “Harry?!”
“OW! Fuck it! That hurts!” Harry had tears in his eyes. “Why am I … OW! … having … FUCK! …. contrac ... WANKER! … tions when ... SHITE! … I'm not going … FUCK! … to give birth … OH! … like a wo ... BASTARD! ...man?! SHIT!” Harry bucked and writhed, screaming and yelling whilst Snape felt completely helpless.
“You asshole!” Harry wailed, “What did you fucking DO to me?!” He dug his heels into the bed and shrieked.
Snape ran to the fireplace and stuck his head through, “Poppy!”
On one's knees is not the best angle for looking at someone, but the medi-witch was still a welcome sight. Hurrying towards the fireplace she asked,“It's started?”
Behind him, Harry was screaming in agony and hurling abuse at Snape.
Poppy smiled, “Oh yes, it's started. Get him up here. No levitation charms. Not this close to the birth.”
Bitch. I bet she said just because she likes the idea of me carrying him up hundreds of steps.
“Harry?” he asked as he returned to the room and walked back into the solid wall of invective that was being screeched at him.
Conjuring a wheelchair, he awkwardly got his pregnant partner into it and began pushing. It was no easy thing as the youth was heavy and still screaming. Ears ringing, Snape pushed as quickly as he could, pulling Harry up the stairs backwards.
The volume of the cries and the sheer amount of cursing soon had a crowd gathering round, but at least some of them were willing to help carry the chair up the flights of stairs whilst Severus panted along by Harry's side.
“See! At least someone is useful!” Harry howled, “Bastard! You fucking … SHIT! … AH! … Make it stop!” The green eyes opened briefly and fixed on Snape, “MAKE IT STOP!” he ordered.
By the time Harry was at the Infirmary, the entire school knew he was in labour and knew he could curse like a one-armed dragon tamer. As people were shooed away, Severus wondered how many of them would ever be able to look at him without remembering Harry's blistering (and untrue) attack on his attributes. It had gone, “So you … ARGH! … liked fucking … FUCK! … me but you … OW! … never thought … WANKER! … you could do this … ASSHOLE! … to me! And … SHIT! … you're hung like a … FUCKER! … baby mouse! SHITHEAD! GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!”
Resisting the urge to deny the claim about his size, and trying not to let the volume and consistent abuse injure him, he manoeuvred Harry into the ward and shut the door, thankful to close out all the interested and mocking faces.
Poppy settled Harry on a bed and gently dabbed his face with a damp cloth. “Thanks,” he croaked.
Severus felt annoyed. He'd hauled the boy up Merlin knew how many steps but the witch got thanked for running a flannel over his face?!
After asking permission, Poppy lifted Harry's top and felt all over his stomach. He bucked, and the screaming (which had blissfully stopped only mere moments ago) started up again.
“I'll fucking … OW! ... kill you!” Harry bellowed, “You useless … ARGH! ... shit! Stop … WANKER! … just sitting there and … BUGGER! ... do something!”
Wringing his hands, yes, really wringing them, Severus had slumped into a chair by his husband and attempted to pat his hair.
“Get off … OW! … me! It was … OWWWW! … you touch … AH! … ing me that got … OH! … me here! This is … ARGH! ...all your fault!”
Poppy busied herself with removing clothing and placing towels by Harry's side, but she still shot a sympathetic glance at Severus, who looked thoroughly wretched.
“GET IT OUT OF ME!” Harry shrieked.
Stroking Harry's swollen stomach, Madam Pomfrey explained, “I'm sorry. We have to wait a little longer. Until your contractions ease it will be too dangerous to attempt the cut to birth your child.”
“GET IT OUT!” Harry screamed. “NOW! OW!”
“Can't you give him something to slow them down?” Snape asked, eyes hating to see Harry hurting like this.
“HELP!” Harry sobbed. He turned his twisting face to Severus, “Help!” he choked and went silent.
“What's wrong?!” Severus cried, standing and looking at Harry. He stared into the dilated green eyes and kissed the scarred forehead, his tears splashing onto the younger man's face. “Harry? Please, Harry, please!”
Heart breaking, he pressed his quivering lips to Harry's, then nuzzled his cheeks, neck, ears, hair, all the while babbling nonsense and begging his husband to be okay.
Forever afterwards, Severus never knew how long the birth had taken. To him it had seemed years, and even had he wanted to remember exactly what had happened, his own memory had been warped by fear. All he knew was that Harry was lying still, eyes blank, whilst Snape tried desperately to coax some kind of response from the younger man.
Poppy, carefully focusing on casting the right spell to cut through the skin but not damage the baby inside, heard the words but didn't register them until later: “Harry, please, love, please, you've got to ... please, don't do this, not now, not when ... please, please, Harry, please, be strong, love, please, don't give up, please, Harry, Harry ...”
Arms covered with gloves, she eased the child out of the silent man and looked down in wonder at the black-haired baby.
Harry seemed to give a gasp and draw breath. At the same time, so did their daughter, and she had a pair of lungs on her fit to match her father's.
Poppy smiled and whispered, “You're a father,” before she held out the child to Harry who shifted so that he could hold her and stare down at the perfect bundle. His tears dripped onto her bloodied face.
“Oh god,” he whispered, “how did we create anything so beautiful?”
Snape looked down at his child, and the wonderful man who had carried her, and could think of nothing to say that didn't sound trite. He knew he would never be worthy of his husband or his daughter, but he was damned determined to try.
Madam Pomfrey cast a cleaning charm whilst the baby was still in Harry's arms, and then Harry handed her to Severus, a dazed expression on his face. Severus was sure he wore a similar one himself as he gingerly cradled his child. He bent his head and kissed her on her dark hair. “I may not always be around, but I will always love you,” he promised softly, then added, “and you're never ever dating.”
---
The morning after their daughter's birth, Severus entered the Great Hall as usual for breakfast. He heard the whispers, the sniggers, and the giggles coming from the students and wanted to disappear. No doubt they were all discussing the size of his ahem gentleman's area, especially in the light of the defamatory comments made by his husband during labour.
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table (he had been encouraged to eat properly and spend a few minutes away from their daughter whilst Poppy cast some charms to check the baby was well) and looked shell-shocked when Hermione leant over and explained what all the whispering was about. His face flamed as she related to him exactly what he had said on his way up to the Infirmary (Severus had neglected to tell him). Turning apologetic eyes to his husband, he chewed his lip, not really sure how to respond to the gossip without making it worse.
Snape was horrified to see Harry standing up and heading towards the door. Please don't do something stupid, please don't do something stupid! He begged mentally and seemed to have got his wish as Harry left without saying or doing anything to address the claims about Snape's size.
At the evening meal the whispering was no better and he wondered how he was ever going to get through the next few days if the gossip didn't die down. It was Minerva who crouched beside him and told him.
Oh, Merlin, no! What has he done?!
What Harry had done was write a letter and asked the elves to post a copy in each of the four House dormitories. It said, “I am aware that whilst I was in labour, I may have made some unpleasant comments about Professor Snape. Please be assured that these were completely untrue, and that there is nothing whatsoever to criticise.”
Minerva related it to him, a smile on her face, and she even showed him a copy she had made that she intended to frame and hang in her study.
“Kill me, Minerva,” Severus begged, only half joking, his usually pale face flaming,“Please, it would be a kindness!”
She sniggered and went back to her seat. Almost unable to meet the eyes of his colleagues, he glanced along the table (it was preferable to staring out into hundreds of interested adolescent eyes) and saw Albus twinkling at him.
Bastard!
---
Snape sat in their quarters listening to Harry talking to their daughter whilst she fed. They had both been surprised when the baby had snuggled against Harry's chest and begun sucking on a swollen nipple, and even more surprised when they realised milk was being produced for the child. Harry was reluctant to allow his husband to see him without his top on, as he felt the new swellings on his chest were ugly. Severus had tried to reassure the new parent that Harry's chest would go back to normal, and he was just as attractive as always.
Harry didn't believe him and they hadn't had sex since their daughter had been born.
Partly this was due to Harry's body image concerns, and partly due to Severus being unwilling to push a man who had been through so much whilst giving birth.
“Okay? Go to sleep now,” Harry whispered and settled the baby into a cot they had been loaned by Poppy until they had time to buy one themselves.
“She's asleep.” Harry announced, tugging his t-shirt down over his stomach.
Snape looked at the younger man and longed to touch him, but felt that any overtures of that kind would be rejected. Instead he followed Harry's movements with his eyes until the tired wizard sank into a chair. “Have you given any thought to her name?”
Harry rolled his neck, hearing cracks as the bones shifted. “I wanted to name her after my Mum,” he confessed, not quite meeting Severus' eyes.
Snape wondered how he could avoid an argument; as he had no desire to be consistently reminded of his first love every time he spoke to or about his daughter. “Erm, perhaps, we can honour Lily in other ways, rather than re-using a name?”
As was all too common during this first week of parenthood, Harry flared up but had tears starting in his eyes, “What's wrong with 'Lily'?”
Severus felt as useless as he had felt whilst Harry had been screaming; this was not a situation he had any experience of, and as he had never been the cooing over babies type, he hadn't heard the various conversations new mothers had sharing their feelings. “I – I think there was something in the Baby Name Book,” he offered, leaning over for it.
“You're just like fucking Hermione!” Harry snapped, “Every answer is in some bloody book!”
Ignoring the insult with difficulty, Severus tapped the cover with his wand and said, “Lily,”
The book, being magical, would find all names that had some link to the word 'Lily' and would display them on the first page. It was also possible to browse through the book looking for ideas that caught your eye.
“Ah!” Severus smiled, “How about Susan?”
Harry made a face. “I'd prefer Suzanne, but why that?”
“Susan, and indeed, Suzanne, means 'graceful lily'. Perhaps that is acceptable as homage to your mother whilst still allowing our daughter to be her own person?”
Suddenly Harry was in Severus' arms, sobbing and clinging onto the older man's neck. “I'm sorry,” he cried, “I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch. I can't help it! Suzanne is lovely.”
Shushing his partner, Snape stroked his hand over the tense back, enjoying the feel of the bunching muscles, and the sharp shoulder blades. “I understand,” he replied, “it's been a rough week,”
“Well,” he could feel Harry smiling against his neck, “it's not like I had to battle through a maze, get portkeyed to a graveyard, be cut by an ex-rat and then duel a re-animated Dark Lord!”
Snape tightened his grip, remembering that awful time. “And no more insanity like that, please, you have Suzanne to think about.”
“And you.”
Heart bursting with joy at the simple words, Severus acknowledged, “Indeed, and me.”
Harry licked his partner's throat and nibbled on his ear. “Are you ever going to have sex with me again?”
“I was waiting until you felt ready. Your body has been through a lot, and I didn't want to push.”
“Well, you could have mentioned you were interested!” Harry huffed.
“How? Declaim 'Oh Light of my Life, make love with me'?”
“God, if you ever say that again, I'll know something's wrong!”
Snape leaned close and spoke, “When I have to leave the school, it may be difficult for us to even meet. If we do, I want you to be sure it is me. I will say those stupid words to you, as no-one would ever believe that is our code!”
He repeated, whispering so warmly into Harry's ears that he hoped the boy understood how much Severus truly meant the words, “Light of my life,”
Harry leaned in and nibbled an ear lobe. “And I'll reply with, 'Make love with me.' Then you'll know it's me.” He squirmed and said, “Let's practice.”
“Light of my life,” Severus murmured, nose brushing Harry's soft hair.
“Make love with me,” Harry begged, and shifted to kiss his husband.
---
For Severus, life settled into an odd sort of pattern: he taught, he went back to his chambers, he helped Harry with Suzanne, and he tried not to think about Dumbledore's deteriorating condition. He worried too as Draco seemed less downtrodden and therefore probably felt he had some kind of plan to ensure he was able to murder the old fool.
Before he knew it, May had bled into June, and Albus was politely knocking on the door (whilst Harry had been in the midst of undressing them both).
“Am I interrupting something?” the old man asked. When he received no reply, he knew he had, but hurried on regardless. “My apologies. Harry, as you know, I have been looking for horcruxes, and I think I have found one.”
Eyes wide, Harry stared at the headmaster before glancing at his partner. Snape stood and nearly blocked Albus' view of the younger man. “Are you suggesting Harry accompany you?”
“He has the right.”
“And he has a daughter too.”
Harry edged around Snape and stood beside him. “Thank you, professor, but I can't come with you. Not now I have Suzie to care for.”
“Her name is Suzanne,” muttered Severus. This was already a long standing argument between them.
“I will need some help, I think,” Albus went on as if he hadn't been denied.
“Try Kreacher. Try Dobby.” Harry suggested, shrugging, and not really caring.
At once Dumbledore seemed to brighten up.
“Kreacher?” Harry called. “Dobby?”
The two house elves appeared and were clearly in the midst of a fight as Kreacher had a firm grip (with his teeth) on Dobby's ankle, whilst Dobby himself was smacking Kreacher's head with a soapy frying pan.
There was another 'pop' and Peeves appeared. “Come on, smacky, bitey...” he spotted Albus, “Ooops!” and he vanished.
“Kreacher! Stop it!” Harry cried. Beside him Severus just shook his head in weary amusement.
The house elf let go of Dobby's ankle and glared up at his owner. “Master has called Kreacher? Master who is not fit to lick dear old Mistress' shoes has called Kreacher?”
“Oy!” Harry shouted.
Severus looked down at the unpleasant creature. “I am married to Harry, Kreacher. Therefore I expect I am now also your master. You are never to make unkind comments about Harry ever again, are we clear?”
“Oh, yes, Master Severus. Finally Master Harry has found someone suitable, someone who serves the Dark Lord and who spies on his foes.”
Rolling his eyes, Snape spoke clearly and coldly, “Albus Dumbledore wants you to accompany him and you are to obey him as you would your master.” He glanced at Harry, “Well, as you would obey me. Anything he asks you to do, you will do promptly and to the best of your ability; anything he tells you not to do, you will not do swiftly; anything he tells you to say, say accurately and clearly; anytime he tells you be silent, you will make not one sound of any kind. Do you understand?”
Kreacher bowed and nodded. “Oh yes, Kreacher understands how to obey a proper Master.”

With Albus gone, Severus felt uneasy. “I'm sorry, Harry, I need to check on the Slytherins. Something doesn't feel right.” He dipped his head and kissed Harry, “Be good,”
“Funny,” Harry said, “I was going to say something similar. Except mine was 'Be nice'.”
Severus left and entered the Slytherin common room. As he had suspected, there was something in the air. The unwelcome glares he received told him they were still irritated that he had chosen a Gryffindor over his own House, but he was far too used to those to let them bother him more than a little. Spotting one of his prefects he hurried over and crouched by his side. “Greene, do you know where Malfoy is?”
Greene sneered. “Letting in the Dark Lord's followers, sir. Well, the ones who aren't spreading the legs of half-blood Gryffindorks.”
Snape gave Greene the full force of his many years intimidating and disliking children and the boy muttered, “Sorry, sir.” He paused, “They're coming in through the secret room, sir. Seventh floor I think Draco said.”
“Thank you,” Severus muttered and rushed up to the seventh floor. He was relieved a little to see that the levels he passed had Order members patrolling them, but he still couldn't stop the fear curling in his gut.
On the seventh floor there was no sign of anyone other than a Death Eater hidden in the shadows. He saw Snape and greeted him. “Snape! The Dark Lord was unable to contact you for fear of the old fool learning of our plans. Malfoy managed to do it! Now he just needs to complete the Dark Lord's task and he will be praised above all of us, even you.”
“Where has Draco gone?” Severus asked, trying to let no emotion show.
“The top of the astronomy tower to cast the Dark Mark. That will draw out that Muggle loving fool and we'll have him!”
Snape nodded his thanks and fairly pelted along the corridors until he reached the winding staircase that led to the top of the astronomy tower. He began circling up, a stitch making him wince and massage his side in desperation even as he kept climbing. Above he could hear Bellatrix's cold laugh and a quiet unsure voice that he was convinced was the blond boy.
“Snape!” Bellatrix aimed her wand squarely at him as he burst through the door. “Just like a bad knut, aren't you? This time you're too late and the Dark Lord will see you for what you are: a coward. It is Draco who has acted this year, Draco who is preparing to do what you have not.”
“Draco has not yet done it,” observed Severus coolly. His fingers twitched at the accusation of cowardice, but he made no other sign that Bellatrix's words had irritated him. “And I happen to know that Albus is away from the school at present.”
“Oh, 'Albus is away from the school at present',” mimicked the witch, “Well, when he returns he'll see the Mark and come running, won't he? And then Draco shows you what service to the Dark Lord really means.”
“You talk as though I have allowed opportunities to destroy Dumbledore to pass me by,” Severus commented calmly, “yet our Master seems pleased with my work. He does not accuse me of failing him. It is the Malfoy family who need to be restored to his good graces: your sister, your brother-in-law, your nephew, Bellatrix. Not I.”
A faint shimmering far away told Severus that someone was making their way through the wards. Hopefully it was Dumbledore returning, but at the same time he hoped it wasn't the old man. Really he didn't want to have to kill the idiot. And Suzanne! He hadn't said goodbye to Suzanne! He could only be thankful that last night had been spent inside Harry.
There was a 'pop' and Albus was suddenly leaning against a wall, Dobby and Kreacher holding him up. Their sudden appearance had surprised them all, as, like him, he knew that apparatition was impossible on the grounds. It was now that he realised elf magic worked differently; it was able to freely pass beyond the protective spells.
“Ah, Bellatrix,” Albus greeted her. Seeing Amycus and Alecto Carrow peering through the door, he also welcomed them.
“Dumbledore,” Bellatrix sneered, mocking bowing to him, “always so correct, even when facing death.”
“You?” Albus asked weakly.
Trembling, Draco stepped forward, his wand aimed unsteadily at the older man. “No, m – me. Expelliarmus!”
Dumbledore's wand flew out of his limp grip and landed in Draco's left hand. Even disarmed, Albus seemed calm. “Forgive me, Draco, but you do not strike me as a murderer.”
Teeth gritted, Draco snarled, “I have to do this.”
Bellatrix was grinning manically. “Do it, Draco! The Dark Lord commanded you! Do you know the honour he bestowed by giving this task to you? Kill him!”
“You are so eager, Bellatrix,” Dumbledore commented, “perhaps you should cast the spell?”
Almost snarling, she glared at him, “You have no idea how much I long to, but the Dark Lord has decreed that Draco must be the one to destroy you. If he fails...” she trailed off and glanced at Snape.
During her words, Draco's quivering arm had dropped until now his wand pointed at the ground. He stared, not at any one figure, but at a spot on the floor near Albus' robes. His lips shook and he seemed to be trying not to weep.
Seeing the boy's obvious distress, Dumbledore turned his blue eyes to his DADA teacher, “Severus, please.”
Black eyes filled with disgust and loathing, Snape cast the killing curse and watched as his friend and protector tumbled out of the castle and landed with a most unpleasant wet thud on the flag work far below.
Screaming in fierce elation and glee, Bellatrix sent sparks up from her wand and began running out of the castle, heading for the wards, ensuring she caused as much destruction as possible on her way out. Severus grabbed Draco's arm and tugged him along behind him, casting spells to keep the Order members away, but not actually hurt any of them.
“Draco?” Snape asked, shaking the limb gently.
“You killed him?” It was half question, half disbelieving sob. “How could you do that?”
Snape's lips tightened. “Not now, Draco. Now the Dark Lord requires us by his side.”
Sure he had felt a shudder run through the boy's body, Snape went on, “He will be displeased that you failed to do the deed, but I hope he will, in time, forgive you. No doubt he will deal with me more easily than I deserve, because of this day's work.”
“What?”
“Have you forgotten the little matter of the Boy Who Lived and I?”
Malfoy laughed hysterically. “The Dark Lord will kill you for that!”
Mouth tight, Snape thought that Draco was probably correct.

Luckily for them all, Draco was wrong.
“Severus, I hear such extraordinary things have been happening to you this year.” Voldemort greeted him once he'd returned to the Malfoy's house and bent his knee like a good loyal servant.
“Albus Dumbledore is dead, my Lord,” Snape said without emotion.
“I did not mean that. I meant the stories that have been suppressed saying that not only did the Boy Who Lived spread his legs for another man, but that he did so for you; that you bred a brat on him, and now he is bound to you for life?” The statements came quietly, and Severus had no idea how his master felt about them. Around him he felt the shifting of bodies as they anticipated (or hoped for) bloodshed.
Glad that he'd had the forethought to remove his wedding band and tuck it inside his robes on a chain, Snape nodded. “My Lord, as always your sources are accurate. All that you say is true. I admit my failing.”
“Failing?”
“Allowing my lust for a young, eager, innocent body to overwhelm my good sense. So much resulted from that which was not intended.”
“But he is married to you?” A faint note of amusement was clear in the Dark Lord's tone and the Death Eaters sniggered softly.
“Sadly, sire, yes.”
“Oh, not sadly, my severe one. It is truly a chance to behold. No doubt this foolish spouse of yours would do anything to rescue you, should news reach him of your distress?”
Oh shitshitshitshit!
“It is possible. Although, in truth, my Lord, our marriage was one of convenience. He was facing having the child taken from him as he was – is – underage. And I was facing a term in Azkaban for my abuse of his body. He agreed only to ensure he did not lose guardianship of the baby.”
“Hmm,” if Voldemort were disappointed by the news, he did not show it. Instead he turned his attention to the luckless youth cowering on the floor next to his teacher. “Draco. Such a shame you have the same weakness as your father – you both fail me.”
“M – my Lord...” Draco whispered.
“Oh, you can speak more loudly than that, my little dragon. Crucio!”

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Extracts from the Diary of S. Snape