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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: Thanks for all the reviews! I am really enjoying this web I have woven! It has been a long week of job-hunting and taking care of my three young kiddos. Well enjoy!
(All my work is unbeta'd so forgive a few errors!)
Warning: Drama-mama and a little visit from a blonde blast-from-the-past!
To Protect
Chapter Eight
When Harry awoke, his entire body felt stiff and painful to move. Doing his best not to cry out, he shifted to the side of the bed in an awkward side-shuffle that took a great deal of effort to accomplish. After he had finally gathered his strength, he tenderly shifted his body into a sitting position. Bloody hell it feels like my arse is going to split into two! Harry searched desperately through the side table for a pain potion and was relieved to find one. Downing the contents, the effects were immediate and the pain that was wrecking havoc on his backside ebbed away. Oh dear Merlin...thank the gods for pain potions...
After a substantial amount of the pain was gone, Harry showered and readied before venturing to the sitting room. Not surprisingly, Severus was sitting with a novel and a tray of tea and biscuits. The clock on the mantel ticked softly as Harry made his way to the other man's side.
“You are up early,” he commented casually. Severus used his finger to bookmark his page before gazing up to Harry. The dark eyes looked rather serious, and Harry found himself sitting harboring an overwhelming feeling of concern. “What's wrong?”
Sighing, Severus set aside his novel and focused his attention on Harry. The man looked to be deliberating before he spoke in a rather deep, serious voice. “I spoke with Minerva early this morning about a series of disappearances. It would seem the group that is after your life has claimed a ransom.”
“What is their ransom?”
“Your life in place of several hostages,” Severus replied a spark in his dark eyes.
“And the Ministry?”
“It would seem they plan to deliver you in hopes of trapping the perpetrators,” Severus said this evenly though his hands clasped white-knuckled in his lap would say he felt otherwise.
“And you do not agree,” Harry replied gravely.
“It is not for me to decide.”
“No, Severus, however your opinion is crucial for my decision. You will be involved in every decision I am to make.”
Severus had gone completely still and wide-eyed at this declaration. Harry had to fight his urge to smile as the situation was quite grave for such an act. He would not lie to himself and say he was not eager to help the Ministry despite his life being at stake, but from what he knew of relationships (having had it modeled by Ron and Hermione since their school days) it was important that his loved ones were involved in those decisions. He was no longer the boy who went head first into danger without a thought to anyone else. He had made too many mistakes – lost too many friends and loved ones. So instead, he was asking for Severus to put forth his opinion in hopes of coming to a reasonable decision that suited both of them.
The smallest hint of a smile graced the older wizard's face. As if brought out of a trance, his face snapped into all professionalism, “I agree that it is their best hope for tracking these elusive individuals; however, I do hesitate on whether or not this, in itself, is not also a trap.”
“How do you mean?” Harry had unknowingly leaned forward in his interest.
Severus let out a small sigh and continued, “The group's identities have remained unknown to the Ministry, hid in the shadows if you will, for a good few years. I am reluctant to believe they would endanger themselves in order to claim your life. It is my belief they have judged the action the Ministry would take in order to capture them and have already created a counter-attack.”
“So you believe if we were to go along with what the Ministry plans to do, we will be unknowingly walking ourselves into a trap instead of creating one.”
“Indeed,” Severus replied calmly.
Harry ran his fingers over his chin in contemplation. “So what do you propose we do instead?”
The smirk that arose with Harry's question caused prickling gooseflesh.
“A counter to their counter-attack, Mister Potter.”
o-o-o
Kingsley Shacklebolt regarded them silently for minutes before a small smile crept over his face. “It may just work,” he chuckled before slapping Severus on the shoulder. “I should expect no less from a previous spy.” Severus cringed at the man's good humor causing Harry to smile in response.
“Yes,” Harry offered a smile to the Minister of Magic. “When should we execute it?”
“I will gather the necessary intelligence and personnel and be in contact with you soon,” Shacklebolt told them before sitting down. “It should take me no longer than two to three days. We do not want to risk the life of any more muggles.”
“Of course,” Harry said as his stomach clenched. Just the idea that so many had already gone missing was enough to make him eager to put forth the plan. “I will await your correspondence.”
“Indeed,” Shacklebolt rose with the two as they made their way to the door, “and Mister Potter?” Harry turned to look at the man. “Have you reconsidered my offer?”
“Sorry sir,” Harry said smiling. “I quite like my occupation at the moment.”
“Pity,” the man replied sadly. “I think you would make an brilliant auror.”
“Thank you sir.”
o-o-o
When they arrived back at Severus's home, they were greeted by a tall, platinum-blond dressed down in crisp, three-piece suit. Draco Malfoy's hair had grown to be about shoulder-length and his height almost matched that of Severus's. He was all aristocratic airs as he greeted them with a bow.
“Potter,” Malfoy sneered, “what an unpleasant surprise.”
“Malfoy.”
Severus took a step forward, inadvertently blocking their tongue-lash. “Draco, I was not aware we had a previous appointment.”
“No uncle,” Malfoy said taking a seat in Severus's favored chair. “I merely assumed you would be otherwise unoccupied.”
Severus scoffed before turning to Harry. Harry was suddenly very uncomfortable by their company. Malfoy, his usual prat-self, was someone he had hoped never to see again. He was already aware that Severus was Malfoy's godfather but had chosen to forget the several weeks he had been growing closer to the man.
“Harry,” Severus said giving Harry a small look. “Might I ask you to allow me some privacy with Draco?”
Malfoy's eyes widened. “H-Harry?”
Ignoring Malfoy's obvious surprise and noted disgust at the use of his forename, he nodded and locked himself away in his room.
o-o-o
Severus turned on his godson, his sneer distorting his features. “What have you come for?”
“Harry?” Draco ignored his question. “Since when have you been referring to Potter by his forename? Is he the reason you took a leave of absence Sev?”
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Do not refer to me by that name, and it is at my discretion to whom I refer to by their forename, Draco. Do not presume to question me. I voluntarily took leave and that should be enough to satisfy your curiosities. Are you not busy at the Ministry?”
“Very,” Draco quipped. “Though my dearest uncle takes precedence in all matters. Why is Potter here?”
Severus let out an exasperated groan. “That is none of your business.”
“It is my business, Sev.” Draco argued indignantly. “You tell me everything...why have you chosen not to explain this?”
Severus's eyes narrowed dangerously. “Perhaps your power in the Ministry has gone to your head, Draco. Do not forget that you are not beyond discipline should you continue to make demands.”
Draco's eyes downcast at the sight of Severus's anger. Sheepishly, his godson began, “I was merely curious, Sev. I have never known you to allow anyone here, let alone someone you, until now, hated.”
“I do not hate Harry,” Severus took a glass from a cabinet and poured himself a whiskey. He was in great need of it. “You will do well to remember that when you speak to him.”
“I just do not understand this sudden protectiveness,” Draco whined. “What is going on with you and Potter?!” Draco had risen and taken a few steps forward before Severus was looking on with a face entirely masked in indifference.
“If I were to disclose my relationship with Harry,” Severus warned as his voice dropped in volume but not ferocity. “The information would remain with your person and this room until I see it fit to disclose it publicly.”
“Of course,” Draco responded immediately.
Severus groaned inwardly. It was the last thing he wanted, but he knew his godson would not cease his questioning until he did. “Mister Potter and I have come to an understanding that led to a relationship of an intimate nature.”
Draco's mouth hung lax. “You do not mean you two are shagging...”
Sneering, Severus growled, “Mind your manners, boy.”
“Sorry,” Draco straightened. “I just...well, its the last possible conclusion I would have come to.”
“It does not leave this room, Draco.”
“Of course,” the blonde wizard stood, his eyes searching the room as if looking for an escape. “So then, what led to your removal from Hogwarts? I assume that it is in regards to a joint issue.”
“There was an attempt on his life that ultimately required our removing ourselves from Hogwarts. I cannot disclose the details at this time.”
Draco nodded before grinning, “So shagging the savior of the wizarding world?” Severus's eyes darkened, and his mouth went thin. Draco chuckled before shaking his head. “Sorry, Sev, just a bit odd to visualize.”
“Do not visualize anything, Draco.”
“Difficult not to,” Draco quipped with a lopsided grin. “So is he a good shag?”
“Draco,” Severus warned before the blonde wizard broke into a fit of laughter. “If you are quite finished, I would like to allow Harry his meal. He has gone without a good bit of the day.”
“My, what the mother hen you are,” Draco teased as he took the initiative to get Harry himself. Severus was hot on his heels, close to hexing his own kin if the boy decided to try anything. However, Draco ignored his glares and knocked on the door to Harry's bed chambers having already deduced them to be next to Severus's own.
o-o-o
Ignoring the impossible tightness of his stomach, Harry had busied himself with a letter to Hermione, disclosing loose details of the events over the past few days. He would prefer to tell his friend everything so he could lessen the great weight on his shoulders, but he worried it too risky with their current predicament. Instead, he told her of his relationship and its deepening along with a few other minor details about his activities.
The steady, loud knocks startled him from his focus. Standing, he answered and immediately glowered at the blonde, very tall and arrogant, wizard standing on the other side.
“Potter,” Malfoy greeted again. Rolling his eyes, Harry let the men inside deciding that it was not worth the effort to retort. “I hear you and my godfather are shagg--” Malfoy grunted as he received a loud smack to the backside of his head.
“That is enough out of you,” Severus growled as he moved past the grinning blonde. “I thought you may be ready for a meal.”
“You told him then?”
“He can be trusted,” Severus sent a steady look to the wizard, and Malfoy immediately nodded is assertion.
“Why?” Harry had crossed his arms against his chest, feeling slightly betrayed.
“Although not blood related to myself, Draco is just as important as any close family relation. I thought it prudent he know considering he is known to on occasion come by unannounced. I did not want our relationship to come as any surprise. I do believe he will send correspondence when he should decide in the future to visit...is that not right, Draco?”
“Definitely, uncle,” Malfoy smirked. “I cannot imagine what it might do to me if I were made witness to certain...activities.”
“Oh Merlin,” Harry groaned.
Another sound smack echoed, and Malfoy was once more left rubbing his injury with a grin. “I understand that it is not ideal to have him in our confidence in such a matter, but I will make no complaints if you were to disclose it to others...say a Mister and Misses Weasley?”
Harry nodded, finding that it would be a similar situation when he told Ron and Hermione. “Okay,” he said finally as he eyed Malfoy. “I realize that you and I do not like each other, but I will contrive to tolerate you since you are Severus's godson.”
“How benevolent of you, Potter.” Another smack. It was Harry's turn to grin as the blonde rubbed his head hissing. “Sev, that really hurts you know.”
“It is meant to,” Severus said with a smirk of his own.
“Will he be joining us for lunch?”
Malfoy gave a quick shake of his head. “As much as I enjoy the countless injuries to the head, I have prior engagements and must take my leave.”
“Thank Merlin for that,” Harry quipped earning him a glare from his lover. He smiled sheepishly at Severus before watching Malfoy leave.
When they were alone, Harry inched himself closer to the silent wizard and allowed a brief moment of indulgence. Severus smelt of ash, mint, and some unidentifiable ingredients. Though it had been a few days since the older wizard had brewed a potion, he still very much carried the smell with him. Harry found he quite enjoyed the way it smelt.
“Should I inquire the reason for your sniffing me like some animal or leave it to another unusual habit you are prone to?”
Harry smiled as he gazed up at the older wizard whose mouth was drawn upward. Laughing, Harry pulled away. “You smell good, is all.”
“That is difficult to believe,” Severus retorted with a smirk. “I have often been told that I indefinitely smell of sour ingredients.”
“Not at all,” Harry argued and drew close to take another whiff. “You do smell a bit like ingredients but there are also hints of mint and ash. It is actually quite lovely.”
Fingers laced through his unmanageable tresses. “You are the only one who believes so.” Severus bent and pressed a soft kiss to Harry's temple before releasing him and leading them to the dining room. “You must be famished. Shall we have lunch?”
Nodding, he followed the man to the dining room.
o-o-o
After lunch, Severus excused himself to brew a few potions at the request of Poppy, and Harry continued his letter to Hermione. After he was satisfied with the overall content, he sent it off. When he made his way into the sitting room, it felt oddly empty. He knew that Severus would be brewing for the rest of the day, but the idea of being alone felt incredibly lonely after almost all of his time had been spent with Severus. Shaking his sudden thoughts, he took out 'Lord of the Rings' and began to read.
It was close to seven in the evening when Severus resurfaced. Harry had read a good deal into the first book and was close to finishing it to move to the second in the series. Severus made his way to the sofa, choosing to sit beside Harry and conjure a tray of tea and biscuits. The man looked beyond exhausted.
“You should have asked for help,” Harry said as he put his novel aside.
“I had no need for it.”
“You look exhausted,” Harry argued. “I could have taken over if you needed a bit of a break.”
Severus was smirking as he gazed at Harry with amusement. “I shall remember it for the next time.” A hand wrapped around his wrist, “However, I am by no means unable to perform should an occasion arise.”
A shiver raced down Harry's spine, causing an inadvertent tremor as a result. The dark obsidian depths had darken further with desire and were entrancing as Severus leaned forward. Their lips touched, lightly at first, and Harry moaned softly in anticipation. Curling his fingers into the fabric of Severus's shirt, Harry deepened their kiss. Tongues slid together in a hot dance as Harry was pulled forward and coaxed into the older wizard's lap. Gasping, Harry was pressed firmly into Severus's hardness; it was a shock of pleasure that nearly sent him over.
“You are tantalizing, pet.” Harry bent his head forward and rested it on the man's shoulder. The deep huskiness in Severus's voice caused his hardening erection to begin to strain painfully in his trousers.
Severus had grasped Harry's rump and thrust his hips upwards, resulting in another shot of pleasure through Harry. Grasping the older man's thighs, Harry leaned backward and moaned in approval. One of Severus's hands effortlessly undid his trousers while the other slid beneath the cover of his shirt, drawing it upwards, and trailed over pert nipples. Harry found it hard to breath through the continued assault of pleasure. Every touch was making his body burn with unresolved need, and he wanted nothing more than to have Severus's talented hands stroking his arousal. Severus had bent forward, tasting one of Harry's nipples and teasing it with his tongue.
The fire blazed behind them. “Oh bloody hell!” Malfoy groaned, “There is no way I will be ever able to get that image out of my head...”
Severus growled and thrust Harry's shirt down. “Draco,” he hissed.
“Sorry,” Malfoy was saying quietly, but Harry was burning with embarrassment so he could not look at the other wizard. “Merlin, you were not spouting lies earlier.”
Severus's arms tightened around Harry slightly before he was moved to the seat beside him. Being forced to gaze at the blonde, Harry did his best to remain unaffected.
“What is your reason for coming twice in the same day to disturb me?” Severus looked much more composed than Harry; it was a talent that Harry envied, especially in a circumstance such as this one.
“Your trousers,” Malfoy started. Severus gave him a look before the blonde was pointing to Harry. It took a moment before Severus was growling and with a deftness only a Potion's Master could exert, righted Harry's trousers before turning a glare to his godson. “Right, sorry. Well I had hoped to speak with you on a private matter earlier but was distracted...” Malfoy was staring at Harry, his eyes glistening with intrigue. Harry turned away, feeling oddly uncomfortable. “So even, Potter can look like this?”
“Draco,” Severus warned in a low, violent tone. “You may be my godson but it will not deter me from hexing you if you continue that notion.”
Malfoy grinned before continuing, “Of course, uncle, would not dream of it. You are a fearsome opponent. Mother has requested your attendance this year at the annual Malfoy party. I was to bring by your invitation since she inquired as to whether you would be bringing a partner. That, however, has been answered.” Malfoy's grin widened. “Shall I tell her that you and Potter will be in attendance?”
Harry had gone stiff at the idea of being forced to attend any sort of party, especially one at the Malfoy's. He turned to the man beside him who had been regarding Malfoy silently.
“We will be attending,” Severus finally said. “You may go now that you have your answer.”
“Oh, I am certainly looking forward to this year's party,” Malfoy remarked as his eyes captured Harry's. “Should prove quite entertaining.”
Severus was standing and pushing the younger wizard towards the fire hearth. “Leave, Draco. You are wearing on my patience.” Malfoy was chuckling before he stepped through the Floo with a wave of his hand.
As soon as Malfoy disappeared, Harry was rearing on the older wizard. “Why did you not ask for my opinion on the matter?”
“I have attended every year, Harry. If I were not to attend this year, along with my leave, do you not think it would appear even partly suspect? We are not yet sure of whom might be involved with the organization kidnapping muggles, but it is my belief many of them will be in acquaintance of the Malfoy family and highly-esteemed within the Ministry as they have gone several years undiscovered.” Severus had returned to stand before Harry.
“When is the party?”
“Sunday,” Severus replied. “I will admit to forgetting its date until now. It must be the reason Narcissa sent Draco to get my answer. I am usually prompt with my response.”
“I imagine you would be,” Harry retorted with a small smile. “It would be unlike you otherwise.” Sighing, Harry once more took a seat on the sofa, the mood all but fled from earlier. If he was the vengeful sort, he would use every bit of effort to return it in kind. However, he was neither vengeful nor eager to deal with Malfoy more than he had to, so he allowed the frustration to pass.
“So Sunday...”
Severus had taken the seat beside him. “Despite it being a public place, you will need to be vigilant to attack. I expect you not to leave my side during the entirety of the event.”
“Yeah,” Harry sighed again. “What about our meeting with the group for the 'trade-off'?”
“It can wait until then should Shacklebolt be ready before,” Severus mused while trailing his fingers absently over Harry's thigh. “He will be attending the event as well.” Severus's ministrations stalled and then he was standing upright. “It would be a prime opportunity for an attack on higher members of the Ministry...” Before Harry could ask further, Severus was gone from the room.
TBC...
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