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Making Happy	By : neelix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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9. Where Harry Learns A Little.

‘You may not love me today, tomorrow, or ever, but I will love you until it kills me, and, even then, you'll be in my heart.’

~ Anonymous ~

Severus

‘Can I come home, Daddy?’

Her dark eyes sparkle with hope as she sits comfortably against the hospital pillows. She has steadily become herself over the past few days, and although we no longer need to maintain our dual vigil, neither of us can bear to be away from her for any length of time. Hermione finally allowed herself to return home to bathe and sleep, and for now I have Happy to myself. I cherish the simple conversation, and the quiet moments where I read and she listens.

‘When you are fully recovered, and not before.’

‘Uncle Harry said I’m better,’ she protests. Uncle Harry, indeed. He tolerates it, too. He has a way with him around his charges, a gentle authority and warmth that they respond to with eager smiles and quick laughter, and now it seems that Happy has embraced him as part of our small family.

‘Medi-witch Potter will tell us when the time is right.’

Medi-witch Potter is avoiding me like the plague right now, apparently. I went too far in my assumption that his affection had lasted the years between us. I never was that good at reading the signals, but it changes nothing anyway. I will go back to the life I had and be no worse for it. I had no expectations, but I had thought there was a look in his eye. I was mistaken, and I made fool of myself in the process. All the better that he makes himself scarce when I’m around.

‘Daddy, will you read to me again?’

Happy moves across the bed to make space, and I indulge myself by sitting beside her. She rests against me where she can see the words as I speak, and I feel her small hand worm its way into mine.

‘Which chapter today?’ I already know the answer, but I live in hope.

‘The Godric Gryffindor one,’ she says with excitement.

‘Again? Not Salazar today?’ I’m teasing her, a familiar game. She giggles and squeezes my hand with hers.

‘Daddy! Stop it,’ she says, still laughing. I look down at her smiling face and feel gladness and love and all that comes with parenthood.

It’s so good to have her back.

***

Hermione

I’m surprised to find myself here again so soon, but Harry deserves the truth. If I wait for Severus to tell him, Harry will spend the rest of his life in the dark, and if there is any chance for them, I have to do this. I really just want them both to be happy.

It’s raining hard here, but when I Apparated the sun was shining. It’s too Muggle-heavy to cast a charm, and with no umbrella I can feel my hair turning to frizz, and water is running down the back of my shirt. I knock on the door and try to find some shelter under the narrow overhang of cornicing and gutters.

‘Hermione! No one called me from the hospital, is something wrong with Harriet?’ The genuine concern on his face makes my heart melt.

‘Happy’s doing just fine, Harry. I just wanted to talk to you.’ I smile as relief washes over him.

‘You’re getting soaked. Come on in.’

I walk past him and feel the warmth and gentle pressure of a Drying Charm. My heart sinks and I know it was done out of kindness, but Drying Charms play havoc with my hair.

‘Thanks.’

‘Come through, I just made a pot of coffee.’

I follow Harry into the sitting room and I’m momentarily stunned. The house is bigger than it looks. The room is large with a high ceiling and deep bay window, the walls painted a soft blue. There is a large, cream sofa and a blue upholstered chair opposite the fireplace and a television sits in the corner. On the large, oak coffee table sits a tray, complete with coffee pot and biscuits.

‘Help yourself, I’ll just go and grab another mug.’

I sit and pour myself coffee. Taking a sip, I’m not surprised to find that it’s the best I’ve ever had. Harry seems to have impeccable taste.

‘It’s good, isn’t it? I buy it from Bewley’s. It’s one of the perks of living in Dublin. That, and the fact no one really knows me.’ He walks over and pours himself some of the delicious, dark liquid before taking a seat in the chair.

I’m suddenly unsure where to begin. He’s settled here, so it seems, and I realise I know nothing of his life now, beyond St Mungo’s. But I remember my first visit, and how upset he was.

‘Harry, I came to talk to you about Severus.’

He pauses in mid sip, but tries to hide it swiftly. ‘What about him? He’s alright, isn’t he?’

‘He’s over the moon about Happy. We’ll never be able to thank you enough, you know,’ I say sincerely.

‘Just doing my job,’ he says with a grin, but I know he’s as pleased with the outcome as we are.

‘He loved you, Harry.’ There. I said it, and it can’t be unsaid.

‘Is that right? Not what he told me.’ He frowns and drinks more deeply. ‘Not that it matters now. He has you and Harriet, remember?’

‘We have a daughter together, but that’s all it is. Severus and I have never been a couple.’

‘What?’ He blinks at me in confusion and I wonder if I should start at the beginning.

‘Severus is gay, Harry. And so am I.’

He laughs, disbelieving. ‘Nice try, Hermione. You don’t have to do this, really.’

‘Yes, I do! You have to understand, Severus was trying to be noble by pushing you away. He didn’t want you to throw your life away in the dungeons with someone old enough to be your father!’

I have to convince him somehow. Short of letting him use Legilimency, I’m running out of ideas, and I can’t go that far. There are some things that are not mine to share, after all.

Harry is staring at me, his face pale and eyes bright. I don’t know what else to say to him.

‘He said that,’ he whispers softly. ‘The day that I left, that’s what he said to me.’

‘He didn’t tell you everything, Harry. He was so scared you would leave him, and that you would bore of him. He doesn’t have a good track record where relationships are concerned, and he couldn’t bear being hurt again. That’s why he let you go.’

‘He doesn’t know me,’ he says, and I hear the hint of desperation in his voice.

‘I know, Harry. I told him you would never let him down. But he wouldn’t listen to me.’

He shakes his head and laughs again, this time incredulous. ‘So at what point did you end up in bed with him Hermione? Did you take pity on poor, broken-hearted Severus?’

‘Severus and I never slept together, Harry. We both wanted a child, and it was unlikely to happen the conventional way. I was with Rosmerta then…’

‘You? With Rosmerta? You’re winding me up!’

I grin at the look on his face. ‘Oh yes. There were perks to working at the Three Broomsticks that I didn’t share with you, Harry.’

He shakes his head and laughs. ‘So, how the hell did Harriet happen?’

‘Not in the usual way. But that’s for Severus to tell you.’

‘I doubt I’ll be having an in depth conversation with him any time soon, Hermione.’ I hear the sigh and feel as frustrated with Harry as I did with Severus all those years ago.

‘Well if you wait for him to make the first move, I’d have to agree with you. But he still loves you, I’m sure of that. It’s up to you, Harry. But he would never have removed the Vow if he wasn’t hoping for something.’

‘I wanted to ask you about that. Why an Unbreakable Vow?’

‘We agreed that no one should know the truth about Happy. We wanted to protect her, so convincing the world we were a normal couple was the best way to do that. We didn’t mean to hurt you.’

There is nothing more to say, and we sit in silence as the minutes tick past. The coffee goes cold, and as I leave, Harry is still nursing his mug between tightly-clasped hands.
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