How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Harry looked down into the upturned and anxious face of his beloved and smiled, his tears falling from his cheeks to drop heavily onto the long fingers that were clutching his hands so tightly. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t believe what the man had just asked him. Someone actually wanted him as a part of their life; part of their destiny and not just as someone that would be used as a so called hired gun. This was the man that loved him, the man that had bared his soul to him and in return, he’d shared his own pain and suffering with him and had not been judged and found wanting as a person. Harry opened his mouth to try to speak and nothing came forth, he wanted to shout yes, wanted to shout that he would be thrilled to spend his life as Harry
Snape, that he would consider himself blessed if Severus would gift him with children. He would happily endure any indignity as long as Severus would always look upon him with love and understanding.
Severus shifted nervously at the growing silence and briefly glanced at Max, he was worried about Harry. He’d been quiet for far too long, nothing like his normal exuberant self. Why wasn’t he speaking? Was he going to laugh at the idea of being tied to an ex Deatheater? Find the possibility of a future with him preposterous? Dammit, why wouldn’t the boy speak? Severus could feel his heart crawling up his throat. It had happened again, he had thought happiness might find its way into his life, only to have it change on a whim and Severus left devastated once more. No more he thought, he’d not ever do this again. Harry was laughing at him, laughing inside, not to his face, but still laughing. How could he, Severus William Snape, be so damnably gullible to believe that he could be loved?
Max and Allie watched the couple silently, Max was hurting for his friend, this was taking too long. Harry should have answered by now. Allie felt for Harry, she knew what it was like to be so unwanted that when you are finally wanted; your mind simply cannot process it.
Severus pulled his hands from Harry’s, his face settling into a mask of cold indifference, he moved to stand. His pain wrapping around him like his black school robes, thick and armouring him from the outside world. Moving abruptly from Harry, he turned and strode off into the darkness of the South Dakota night, the strains of music mocking him as he glided through the shadows. Max started to follow.
Harry crumbled as Severus pulled away. He’d made a mistake; the man didn’t want him, who would want him? He was a freak, a freak of nature that no one would want around in their life. A whimper started in his throat, quickly growing to a scream of pain and anguish. His life was walking away; he was being tossed out of his life.
“Severus….” Harry cried out, “Please…..don’t leave me….”
Harry fell to his knees sobbing; now he could speak; now he could breathe. Now it seemed it was too late for either.
Max had followed Severus into the darkness and at the sound of Harry’s choked scream; he grabbed the man’s elbow and hauled him around. Severus struggled to free himself, his face set in a mask of ragged hurt.
“Go to him Sev.” Max growled, not letting the smaller man go, “Listen to him.” He shook Severus roughly as the man tried to fight his way free, but he was simply no match against Max. He was taller and easily outweighed Severus by a hundred pounds.
“Let me be Max, you saw him, he …..” Severus stopped and drew a ragged breath, hearing the blood pound in his ears. He wasn’t aware of anything else until a flailing form ran smack into him, knocking him off his feet.
“You can’t go…” Harry sobbed as he wrapped his hands in the Potions Masters’ shirt. “I can’t do this if you aren’t in my life.” Harry wrapped himself around the older man, sobbing his heart out.
Severus looked down at Harry’s heaving, sobbing form and then looked up at Max, his jaw dropped as the puzzle started to make some semblance of sense to him. Allie quickly ran up, trying to find Harry, she stopped as Max threw an arm around her.
“He…he ..thought,” she panted, “he thought Sev was playing, that he didn’t want him when he walked away. Sev, man, the boy couldn’t breathe when you asked him, he couldn’t talk. You asshole, you had better make this right.”
Allie glared at the tall, raven haired Dom and then softened, it was plain as day as to how badly those two had been hurt in the past. They simply couldn’t help fucking up something this simple.
Severus wrapped his arms around the sobbing Harry and slowly sat up with him in his arms. Rocking him back and forth; he tried to calm him down enough to talk and breathe. He grasped Harry’s chin and wrenched the sub’s head away from his chest for a moment so he could see into his eyes. What he saw broke his heart, the searing self hatred, the conviction of self loathing, the broken soul; it was all there, laid out as a feast for someone far more sadistic than Severus could ever be in his life.
Harry’s chest was still heaving when he registered the fact that Sev was kissing him, kissing his forehead, kissing his lips, kissing his eyelids, kissing the tears away as they coursed down his cheeks. Quieting slowly, he leaned into the kisses and said softly.
“May I be your husband?” Came the whispered question.
A sob escaped the throat of the most hated teacher at Hogwarts, the great greasy bastard felt a tear of his own trace down his cheek as he pressed Harry closer to him.
“Oh yes Harry, I want that so very much.”
After seeing that the two could conceivably figure this out of their own volition, Max and Allie quietly slipped back to the rest of the party, leaving Severus and Harry clinging to each other in the hay field Sev had run to for refuge.
The couple still had so many things to struggle through, all the baggage that life had left them. At least now they knew for a fact that neither one of them would ever have to face it alone again. They talked, cried, and laughed together until Damon found them a few hours later to let them know it was time to head back.
“Damon,” Severus began as he held Harry by the waist, “we would like you to marry us.”
Blinking in surprise, but not letting the boys see it, he smiled.
“When you are ready to take that step, I’d be happy to, Sev, you know that.”
Severus cleared his throat hesitantly and Harry giggled.
“Before we go back to Scotland Damon. We want to be wed before we leave to go wrap up that part of our lives.” Severus continued, “We are moving home to West Virginia, close to you and Grant, and we want to start this part of our lives right. We want to be wed legally and magically by a wizard of your strength and honour. Please.”
This time the usually stoic and unflappable Damon Wolffe was stunned, he was speechless for a long moment.
“I’ll be honoured boys, but I am not going to be the one to tell Grant, Sev, you remember that.”