How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Severus took one last look around his quarters to see if he had forgotten anything that he may need in the next two weeks. Satisfied that he had packed for every possible occasion he might run into, he went to find his lover to see if he was ready as well.


It was a good thing that Hogwarts was basically empty during the summer holidays, because not one student would believe the man walking down the hallways was in fact their dour Potions Master. Normally dressed from head to toe in severe black wizarding garb, Severus was now in a pair of well worn, faded, tight jeans, a slightly faded tee shirt, heavy motorcycle boots, with a leather jacket slung over one shoulder. With his long black hair tied back, the man was the epitome of sex as he strode to Professor Potter’s door. Severus took a deep breath and smiled, he was ready for his yearly trip.


Knocking once and then opening Harry’s door, he walked in to find his lover sitting on his sofa lacing up his boots. Harry looked up and his jaw dropped in amazement, he had never seen his man looking like this. He doubted they would make their departure on time if he had anything to do with it. Smirking, Severus grasped Harry’s lower chin and closed his mouth gently and then kissed him.


“Are you ready?” Severus asked as he shrunk the bags that were sitting by the door.


“Ummm…yes…I packed everything you said I would need,” Harry answered as he stood and wrapped his arms around his taller lover’s waist.” Sev…what is that on your shirt?”


“What? Oh…” looking down, he shrugged,” it’s the Pride symbol. I suppose I should have warned you that where we are going, I am out about who and what I am. Is it a problem?”


Harry just stood there once again with his mouth open; this was the same man that was adamant that no one ever saw them in a compromising position, not even sitting together at meals in the Great Hall.


“Okay….so people know about you, and they will know about me too, right? Openly? In the muggle world?” Harry could not believe his ears. Severus let muggles know about the Wizarding world? “I think it is about time you tell me just where exactly we are going.”


Harry crossed his arms and waited for the explanation.


Chucking, Severus took Harry’s arm and guided him out of the rooms and into the hall. “I’ll tell you as we walk.”


“You know I go to the United States each summer, right?”


“Yes, I remember you being gone last year. So we are going to the States?”


“That’s right, I belong to a motorcycle club and we ride from West Virginia to a small town in South Dakota for something like a convention each August. The other members of the particular club I belong to are all wizards as well. One man in particular I consider a good friend. I generally stay with Damon and his husband when I am on hols, and they keep my Harley for me while I am here at school.”


“Where in South Dakota and how long of a ride is it?” Harry asked, trying to imagine this man before him on a motorcycle. Hell, he wouldn’t even ride a damn broom without tossing a fit.


“The town is called Sturgis, and we will be on the road for about three days. It is a normally very small town, but for this….festival….there will be almost a thirty thousand people there, if not more.” Severus turned Harry to face him and smiled nervously. “Would you rather not go? I should have told you much sooner and let you decide. I just wanted to show you a different side of me and let you meet my friends.”


“You are going to introduce me as what?” Harry asked quietly, not wanting to simply be known as Sev’s traveling companion. He knew they had to be careful while here at school, but he so longed to show the world how he felt about his man. He hated hiding his relationship; it was such a big part of who he was. In so many ways the older man had helped to shape the man Harry had become, and he loved Severus more than life.


“Harry, do you know what the Pride symbol is?” Severus asked gently, as he stroked his lover’s unruly hair back.


“No.”


“It is the symbol adopted by gays and lesbians. Where I vacation, people know and accept the fact I am gay. I admit there is always an arse or two that has to say something imbecilic, but for the most part, it is not an issue. I am looking forward to having you at my side. You are my Harry. I will be honoured to introduce you as my significant other, my lover, my boyfriend, my bitch, my main squeeze; you can take your pick as to title. I wanted to share this bit of freedom with you, since we don’t have this liberty here at the Castle.”
Severus explained as he rubbed slow circles on Harry’s back as he held him.


“Is that why you had me dress like this?” Harry asked as he gestured to what he was attired in.


Severus looked at his love and took him in wearing tight jeans, fitted tee shirt, a matching leather jacket and biker boots.


Smirking, he answered, “I want these other men to see that I have been blessed with an angel in my life. You are exquisite, is it wrong that I want to show you off a bit?”


“Not at all, but remember, if I am an angel, a heavenly body, then I demand worshipping.” Harry teased as he leaned in and laid his head on the taller man’s chest. Severus put an arm around his waist and dropped a kiss to the top of his head.


“We should be going; Damon will be waiting for us with my bike.” Severus held out a leather key fob, “I am sorry Harry, but we do have to portkey, just hold me tight.”


Harry rolled his eyes and groaned. Pressing close to Severus, he grasped the other end of the key fob and shuddered slightly as he felt the sickening pull behind his belly button. What seemed like hours later, but in reality, maybe ten minutes at the most, Harry opened his eyes while standing behind a large red barn. The sun shone brightly, and he could hear the sounds of a tractor and cattle nearby. Holding Severus’ hand, he took a deep breath of the humid country air and looked around with wide eyes at the bucolic scene. He simply could not imagine Severus spending time here voluntarily, it was too quiet, too country, so not English.


“Hello there Sev, good to see you made it after all.” A short blonde man said as he stepped forward from the shade of a large oak tree to embrace Severus awkwardly, who still had one arm wrapped around Harry. “Is this the man you were all worked up over last year?” He motioned briefly at Harry. He remembered that Sev had gone on and on last summer about the younger professor he was involved with, he was glad to see that so far things had been working out for his friend. Last summer had been the first time since Damon had met Severus that the other man had spoken of a love interest in his life. He knew that since that damned Voldemort had been killed, the stress that his younger friend had been under was gone. Looking at him today, Severus looked almost fifteen years younger than he had only two years ago; love definitely was good for the man. Now maybe that he was being laid on a hopefully regular basis, Damon would not have to keep such a close eye on him at Sturgis any more, Merlin knew that Severus could always be counted on letting his alligator mouth overloading his Chihuahua ass and then getting said ass pounded into the dirt by some ill-educated bubba that had a hate-on for gays.


“Hello Damon, I told you I was bringing Harry along. Sorry if we were running a few minutes late, you know what it is like with these Trans-Atlantic portkeys.” Severus replied as he hugged his old friend back and pulled Harry away from his side a bit.


“I’d like for you to meet my partner, Harry. Harry this is one of the people I mentioned. Damon keeps my bike here for me.” Severus said by way of explanation to the younger wizard. Harry quietly held his hand out to the stranger and was surprised when he was drawn into a friendly embrace. Harry could feel the quiet power that rolled off of the other man as he was hugged. He could tell instantly that if he ever hurt Severus that this would be one man he would have to answer to. That prospect seemed almost as frightening as facing Voldemort had been.


“Good to meet you Harry, I am Damon, and this is my farm. If you all are ready, then I suggest we get on the road soon. The others left about an hour ago, but said they’d wait when they stopped for lunch.” With that Damon turned and began walking to the barn with the other two following. Opening the doors, he revealed a beautiful vintage Harley Davidson 1970 Electra Glide Shovelhead touring bike,” Here Sev, she’s all gassed up and ready to go.” Severus nodded in reply, running his long fingers lovingly over the lines of the motorcycle and then moved to pack their shrunken bags in the saddlebags that hung down in the back of the bike on either side of the rear wheel. Picking up a shiny, new helmet that had been resting on the buddy seat, he turned to Harry and winked.


“Here Harry, this is your helmet, you do have to wear this while we are on the road. It is not quite like Quidditch, here you are required to protect that thick skull of yours” Severus said as he moved to fit the helmet on his love, he was glad Damon had gone ahead and picked up the equipment that he needed for Harry. Once he had it adjusted, he lifted it back off again to show Harry how to work the buckle for himself.


Harry just grinned as Severus strapped the thing on his head and then leaned down to catch his mouth in a kiss. At the sound of an amused cough Severus stopped and turned around to find a new man watching them.


“Hey there Sev, is this Harry?” asked the new man as Damon moved up to encircle the new man’s waist with his arm.


“Hello Grant. Yes this is Harry.” Severus answered as he too wrapped an arm around his own lover’s waist, pulling him close.” Harry, this is Grant, he is Damon’s husband.”


“Hi there,” Harry said, still a bit shocked at how open Severus was with the obvious gay couple. Grant simply smiled at them both warmly and leaned forward to kiss Severus’ cheek in greeting. “We’ve missed you Sev. You know we are going to bug you about simply not going back and staying with us. You have Harry here with you now, so that won’t be your excuse this year. I know that the Wizarding school in Salem would love to have you for their own Potions Master.”


Severus just smiled and murmured, “We’ll see Grant, you know I can’t speak for what Harry wants to do, and I am pretty certain he is happy teaching at Hogwarts.”


“He’s a looker Sev; you had best keep a close eye on him. Someone may try to steal him away.” Grant joked, but from the tightening of Severus’ mouth, Harry got the impression that was exactly what he was worried about.


Leaning up on his tip toes, Harry whispered in Severus’ ear, “That will never happen; you are stuck with me for as long as you want me with you.”


Severus smiled and turned to kiss his lips possessively then looked at Damon and Grant, “He’s mine and he knows it. Now where are we meeting the others?”


“At the mill where we usually stop for lunch. Evan said something about needing a while to get his road legs back.”


“Road legs my arse,” Severus snorted in amusement, “What he means is that he is getting too soft from that desk job he has now.”


Damon nodded and laughed in reply as he and Grant mounted Damon’s bike and rolled down the drive to wait for Sev and Harry.


Severus grabbed the handle bars of his bike and swung one long, jean clad leg over the warm, worn leather seat. Holding the bike upright he motioned for Harry to get on behind him. Harry awkwardly clambered behind him and wiggled around a bit to get seated.


“Harry, have you ridden before? I know Black had that flying monstrosity.”


“He never would take me for a ride. Is there anything I need to know?” Harry asked, just a little on the nervous side. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass Severus in front of his friends and he definitely didn’t want to cause an accident. He watched as Severus pulled his wand from an inner pocket of his jacket and then began to chant. Several minutes later he finally spoke.


“Just putting some extra protection charms on, and a few for balance. Just hold onto me and stay centered. Lean into turns, but don’t overdo it. Oh and watch that you don’t burn yourself on the pipes down by your calf, just put your feet on the pegs.” Severus instructed as he turned the ignition key and then pushed forward to roll them off the kick stand.


Keeping the speed nice and slow, Severus steered the big bike down the long drive where his friends were waiting. With a nod from one driver to the other, they hit the road for the first day of travel. Severus could feel Harry gripping his waist tightly, to reassure the younger man, he took one hand from the handlebar and rubbed it over Harry’s tightly clenched hands.


Harry slowly opened his eyes as he felt a calming hand stroking his own. He could feel the power of the bike’s engine throbbing between his legs, almost sexual he thought. Then he felt the sheer physical power in the older man’s body, how his muscles worked in his shoulders and back. Harry knew that power, he felt it almost nightly when his love took him in the privacy of the Potions Master’s chambers. Harry carefully adjusted his body until he was molded around the other’s back. With a rueful grin, Harry realized he was getting aroused, whether from the nearness of Severus or the vibrations of the engines, he wondered if it were a combination of both. Briefly he wondered if it were possible to fuck while on the bike.


Laughing silently, Harry loosened the death grip he had on Severus’ jacket and tee shirt, and received another loving caress for his efforts. He began to notice the scenery as they passed it by, looking around wide eyed as they passed small family farms and rolled through one horse towns with some of the residents staring at the noisy bikes as they roared past.


As for himself, Severus was reveling in the feeling of freedom he always got while riding his bike. He had been traveling to the States for twelve years now, and had been going to Sturgis for eleven. He loved the fact that no one knew him here, that he did not have to hide the fact he preferred the company of a man in his bed rather than a woman. Here he was not Potions Master Professor Snape, he was simply Severus Snape, or Sev to his friends. He wasn’t an ex-Deatheater, a spy for the Light, the great greasy bat, or any of that other nonsense, he was simply himself here, no preconceived notions from others placed on him. He was proud of the fact he was gay, proud of having Harry as his beloved, and unfortunately, even though most of the staff at Hogwarts was accepting, the governours were not. He didn’t want to be sacked and he really didn’t want to see Harry’s teaching career ended so early on. Personally he thought the younger man made a wonderful DADA teacher, much better than he himself could have ever been at the post.


He thought that this just might turn out to be the best few weeks he’d ever had while on holiday, hell, probably in his whole life. He relaxed just a bit and pushed his back into Harry’s warm chest, feeling the younger man adjust himself to the movement, but not draw away, instead using his own body to cradle Severus’.


As the miles rolled past, he once again let himself become part of the machine. He had found the bike at a farm auction one Saturday afternoon while on his first holiday in the States. He had been drawn into conversation with Damon that day, and it had been the other man that had drawn Severus’ attention to the pile of junk sitting under an old filthy tarp in the corner of the disused barn. At the other man’s gentle urging and reassurances that he would be happy to help him rebuild the bike, Severus had bid on it and to his amazement, won.


For the rest of the summer, Severus had stayed with his new friend Damon, and Damon’s life partner, Grant. Severus allowed himself to simply forget everything but the machine he was attempting to bring back to life. Albus had had the right idea in sending him somewhere that his name would not proceed him in a room. The headmaster had forbidden Severus to step foot back in England any earlier than one week before term ended.


True to Damon’s word, he’d helped the younger wizard rebuild the Harley, gradually getting it to the point it was rumbling like a barely tamed lion. Motorcycles like this definitely do not purr, they roar. One evening while sitting under the big oak outside the barn, enjoying a couple of well earned beers, they began discussing body work on the bike. When Severus had hesitatingly asked about body shops in the area, Damon and Grant both looked at him and told him to just use his wand. That way he’d get what he wanted in detail and they would no longer have to dance around the subject of the Wizarding world that they all belonged to.