Death Eater Takes a Holiday
Love Bites
Chapter 13 Love Bites
Severus was lying on Harry's bed
when he returned, a blue potion vial twirling in-between his fingers. It was
the pain relieving potion they used to make Harry's first time less painful.
"Hello, Severus." He
locked the door behind him, letting the towel fall to the floor. "Hmm, you
look so intent, I wonder what you could be thinking?" Harry asked
seductively, as he saw the vial in Sev's hand. He climbed up on the bed,
nuzzling Sev's neck.
"I was thinking about why my
handwriting is on your potion vial."
Harry froze. Oh no. No, not now.
"Did I brew these?"
Harry slowly nodded.
"I teach Pns hns here?"
Sev asked slowly and quietly.
Harry nodded once again, this time
not lifting his head back up again. He was suddenly feeling uncomfortably
naked, next to a fully clothed Severus in mid-realization.
"This morning, a first year
asked me how I liked living in the tower, compared to the dungeons. I thought
he meant the Slytherin dorms." Severus noticed how pitiful Harry looked.
"It does explain a lot. When you found out who I was, you tried so hard to
fend me off." Harry mumbled something at the comment. Severus continued,
" I thought, since you were still turned on, it was safe to push you. It
never occurred to me you were reluctant because it was unethical."
That was all Harry could take. He
lay back, putting his arms over his face.
"Could you refrain from using
words like ‘unethical’ while I'm lying here naked? I may never get it up
again."
Severus snorted. Harry was dead
sexy in that pose, with his arms above his head. "Harry, I'm sorry I
pushed you. I was selfish, and didn't realize what a position I had put you
in." Harry said nothing. "How you must feel, I'm so sorry…"
"Enough!" roared Harry,
hopping off the bed. He stood naked, with his hands on his hips indignantly.
"Stop the pity party. You've never given it to me in seven years and I
don't want it now!" Severus moved to speak, but Harry held up a hand to
stop him. "Before we were introduced you were aggressive and pushy. You
kissed me in the first hour I met you." Severus looked properly chastised;
Harry continued on. "I was never so turned on in my life." Harry's
lips curled up at the edges, Sev's eyes widened. "I didn't do anything I
didn't want to, before or after the introductions. I have no regrets. Do you
understand that?" Sev nodded. Harry sighed. "It's so much more
complicated than you realize. Part of me wishes it was Monday already, so we
can get on with it and I can find out if I stand a chance with you, and
hopefully get to know you for real. Parts of me don't want this week to ever
end. I hate that we only have two days, and now if you’re uncomfortable, we
won’t even have that. I'm not ready to give you up." He said the last part
softly.
Severus crawled across the bed on
his knees, putting him around the same level as Harry. Harry's expression
showed no signs of consent, but he did step forward to the edge of the bed,
almost touching Severus. Long, slender fingers carded through his hair, pulling
him closer. Soft, gentle kisses started at the center of his forehead, kissing
his eyes closed. He could feel the kisses trail across his cheeks, to his
earlobes, following his jaw line. Soft lips ghosted over his. Harry hadn't
noticed his eyes had stayed closed since Sev kissed them. He almost didn'oticotice that the kissing had stopped. He opened his eyes lazily to see Sev
looking adoringly at him, at the way he stood with his head slightly tilted,
lips parted.
With no words said, Severus stood
up removed his robes quickly and effortlessly. Harry found himself picked up
and placed in the center of the bed in one sinuous motion. Damn he was
smooth, and strong as hell.
Those glorious hands smoothed over
Harry's body, massaging his tense muscles. The flying had taken it out of him
mentally and physically. The shower, while relaxing, had only given him a
chance to think about the meeting, leaving him a little tense. The massage
moved down his torso and legs, completely ignoring a very important part, in
Harry's opinion. Harry thought perhaps
he was now paying for the teasing he’d done in the shower yesterday. The
massage felt wonderful.
Harry hadn't heard the spell cast,
but enjoyed the result as he felt the now warmed oil being spread over him. Nice
touch, he thought. When Sev had finished massaging the front of his legs,
he was helped to roll over. Encouraged by the low moans muffled slightly by the
pillows, Sev continued to smooth and soften the tense muscles beneath his
strong hands. Long, slender fingers kneaded and squeezed the tight shoulders,
while his thumbs slid up and down the base of Harry's neck. He melted
bonelessly into the mattress below him, as the firm hands slid down his sides
and up the center of his spine. Sev repeated this stroke several times, while
straddling Harry's lean thighs.
Harry could barely form coherent
thoughts when he felt the oiled hands caressing over his backside. He continued to moan and make happy little
sounds as Sev prepared him. His sleepy
moans soon became desperate pleas, and whimpering for more. He hadn't noticed when Sev added the
remaining half of the numbing potion to the oil, only that strong hands had
wrapped around his hips, pulling him up into a better position. Severus leaned
over Harry's tanned back, kissing the back of his neck, tongue sliding down
before biting his shoulder. His erection teased at Harry's entrance.
"Sev please, " Harry
panted "I'm begging you". Sev grinned and bit his shoulder once more.
Harry shuddered as he felt the teasing at his entrance was now a solid
pressure. Severus seemed to be waiting for something. Harry took a deep
relaxing breath; just as he let it out fully he was entered in one smooth
motion. He gasped, filled completely. The slight pain ebbed away. Warm arms
ensconced around his waist, giving him time to adjust. Severus held still
inside the tight heat to prevent himself from going over the edge before they
even got started. Hot puffs of breath on his neck sent shivers down Harry's
spine, and he began to rock back and forth. Sev moaned at the sensation,
content to hold still while Harry set the pace for their lovemaking. At first
it was slow and careful, if not a little clumsy at times. Sev held his hips to
steady them; in time he began thrusting with determination to hit the gland
that was his target. "Oh! Severus," Harry screamed when Sev hit his
mark, grinning at the reactions he got from the gorgeous creature trembling
before him. Their pace quickened, bodies glistened with sweat, the uttering of
encouraging words from Harry were now only sounds of pleasure. Then, when only
gasping and an occasional squeak could be heard, Sev knew Harry was close to
climax. Reaching around to take hold of Harry's dripping hardness, he stroked
it in time with his thrusting, or as best he could with his own impending
orgasm.
The moment Harry felt the firm grip
around him, he began his descend over the edge. With a scream, he came in his
lover’s hand, the clenching heat bringing Sev along with him.
Sev lay on Harry where he had
collapsed, licking the mark he made on his shoulder. Eventually, he rolled off
to the side on Harry's request for breath. Turning on his side, Sev faced Harry
and ran his fingers through his hair. "Hmmmm, that feels nice," Harry
sighed. "I could stay like this all day, but we've already missed half of
lunch. Ron and his Mum will be waiting for me."
"Is Ron's Mum that bad?"
asked Sev.
"Huh? No, no she's not."
Harry realized Sev had seen him after flying on the pitch and heard Madam
Pomfrey's comment, too. "Molly Weasley had always treated me like one of
her own. She was always here when something would happen."
"But…?" Sev prompted.
"But, for a while, the only
time I saw her was when bad things happened. I couldn't take the pity she would
show every time I saw her, so I would plaster on a smile so she would think I
was happy and fine. After a while, I got to resent having to keep my happy face
on for her all the time, and I just got irritated whenever I saw her."
Harry sighed, thinking back to when he had to talk to the counselor. He wasn't
going into that conversation with Sev.
"I had to retrain my mind so
that my initial reaction to her wasn't negative, not to just think about the
bad stuff, but all the great times I've had with their family over the years.
Besides, when I wasn't myself, she would see right through me; after seven kids
I wasn't going to fool her." Harry added the last part chuckling.
"So you have to fly till
you're in an exhausted state every time you see her?" asked Sev
incredulously.
"No, today was just one of
those times when I had a lot on my mind, aouldould be better off to vent before
I saw her and maybe fell into an old pattern." Sev nodded in
understanding. He wondered if he and Harry had been the same way, disliking
each other out of habit, perhaps they could make this work. As a teacher that
would be difficult, but he wasn't going to think about that now; he had all
afternoon to think while Harry was gone.
Sev started to trail a finger down
Harry's chest. "Flying works, but you know you can get the same result
with some hot sex. If ever you need to vent," said Sev, in offer of
services. Harry climbed on top of him, burying his face in Sev's neck, sucking
on an earlobe.
"I'll take you up on that
sometime. I could easily see where being fucked senseless would be infinitely
better than flying for hours." Sev growled in response. Harry looked down
at their sticky bodies. "No time for a shower and we're so late now,"
he said, grabbing for his wand. He spelled them clean, then climbed off the bed
to pull clothes out of his trunk.
Sev pulled on his robes, watching
Harry pull on a pair of blue jeans; they were not tight, but hugged his arse
nicely, and were followed by a comfortable tee shirt. "Ready?" asked
Harry, hand on the doorknob. Sev placed his own hand over Harry's, holding the
door closed. Harry raised an eyebrow. Sev pulled him close, kissing him
soundly.
"Now, I'm ready,"
Molly and Albus were speaking about
Ron's future after Hogwarts, when she spotted Harry entering the Great Hall.
Harry found himself in a warm embrace before he had even said hello to anyone.
"Harry, dear, I've not seen
you in so long," she said as she ran a hand in his still damp hair to
smooth it. Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "Let me have a look at
you." She pulled on the shoulder of his tee shirt to straiten it out after
the hug. She had pulled his shirt hard enough to reveal a mark where his neck
met his collarbone. Harry looked at her curiously, hearing her sharp intake of
breath. "You'll not be out with me today looking like this," she
declared, pulling her wand out of her purse.
"What? This is a new
shirt." Harry protested, knowing she couldn't be referring to his muggle
clothes, since he wore them all the time at her house. She frowned but the
smile hadn't left her eyes.
"Respectable wizards don’t go
around with love bites on their necks," she said firmly. With a fast
spell, the mark was gone. Harry had the decency to look properly ashamed. In
seconds, her big smile was back. Harry introduced Sev to Mrs. Weasley, but
didn't mention his last name. If she were to put two and two together…. he
didn't want to deal with that today. Sev was very polite, and Molly asked if he
was coming along. Since they had missed lunch, she wanted to take them out to
eat in Hogsmeade. Sev thanked Mrs. Weasley and made his excuses.
The walk in to town was pleasant
enough, Molly told them how the family was, what Charley had been up to, what
department Percy was now in and other various things. Ron had already started
planning the first party he thought Harry should have in his new place. Molly
told him all about the amenities the place was supposed to have. She had helped
out immensely by looking into different places to rent and getting information
in more detail than the list Harry had been given. She had owled him with
details of each place, so he could narrow down the search, avoiding spending
his whole weekend looking at places that were a waste of time.
When they reached their
destination, Harry started to get excited for the first time. He would have his
own place, a place where he could have friends over; lie in on the weekends
without roommates to wake him. He could cook for himself for the first time
without resentment for his relatives.
The landlord was a nice old man who
showed them around, pointing out details that he thought were of interest. The
large fireplace had a nicely carved mantel perfect for pictures and such. The
kitchen was a bit small, but Harry convinced Molly that if he ever wanted to
eat with more than four people at once he would probably be at her house
anyway. Ron had also commented on the large closet in the bedroom, perfect for
his ever-growing wardrobe. Harry told him he was just jealous that Harry hadn't
grown tall enough for Ron to ever be able to borrow his clothes.
The landlord was very proud to say
that he was a personal friend of Albus Dumbledore, and had helped out many
times by housing guests of Albus' that needed a quiet place to stay. Harry
wondered briefly what kind of guest they would be, if they couldn't just stay
in the castle, and if Sirius had ever stayed there? Then he realized that the
thoughts of Sirius hadn't disturbed his good mood any and he was glad of
it.
Some time later, Harry, Ron, and
his Mum were eating and discussing the pros and cons of the places they had
seen.
"It was lucky that we ran into
Mrs. Donovan today, I don't think she had planned on seeing you ‘till at least
a few weeks from now," said Molly, referring to a woman she went to school
with. They had run into her on the street, and when the topic came around to
Harry looking for a place to stay, she told them that she was expecting Harry
to look at a place she was showing. Molly hadn't recognized her on the list
because the place belonged to her daughter, and was listed with the daughter’s
married name.
"Glad we got to see it, though
I don't think I'll chose that place," said Harry casually.
"Why ever not?" asked
Molly "It was just as nice at the first place." Harry took a sip of
his butterbeer, stalling for an answer, when Ron came to his rescue.
"Mum, come on, the woman
stared at his scar the whole time we were talking."
Molly looked apologetically to
Harry. "Sorry dear, I hadn't noticed, and you'd see her all the time since
she lives downstairs."
Harry winked at Ron.
"Was she staring?" Harry
said sarcastically. "I just don't want to live there because she's a
friend of yours. What with all the wild parties I'm going to have, it might get
back to you how Ron acts while you're not around." Harry clinked his glass
against Ron's as Molly's eyes went wide for barely a second before she laughed
at him.
"Very funny, Harry James.
Sure, mock me, you're not better than the twins." Harry smiled at the use
of his middle name; Ron laughed.
The rest of their time in The Three
Broomsticks was less confrontational until the check came. Harry wanted to
thank Molly for all her help with the searching she had done, while Molly was
adamant that she invited him and wouldn't dream of letting him pay. In the end,
it was settled that when he was all set up in his new home, he would cook a
dinner for her and Mr. Weasley. As they got up to leave, Molly stopped
suddenly.
"Ron, I almost forgot."
She pulled out a small package wrapped in brown paper. Harry thought it looked
a lot like the way they wrap deli meats at the butcher, but soon the package
was enlarged to show a much larger parcel. "Bill sent this over to the
house this week. I would have sent it along, but I didn't trust Errol with
it."
"What it is?" asked Ron,
curious as to what his brother would send him.
"Dress robe, he needed one for
a friend’s wedding last month, and thought you could use it for the seventh
year Formal. It's quite striking, and I adjusted the hem for you."
"Brilliant," he said,
kissing her on the cheek "Thanks, Mum, oh, and thanks for lunch,
too."
She hugged them both and told them
to keep out of trouble and then she apparated back home. Harry and Ron started
back for Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley had suggested earlier that Harry get his own robes
while in town, but he was exhausted. Harry smiled as thoughts of Sev came to
mind, 'definitely worth the fatigue'.
An hour later, Severus had left the
paddock where he was helping Hagrid, when he came across Harry and Ron on the
grass near the gardens. Harry was lying
on the grass, legs crossed, hands behind his head, and fast asleep. Ron was
sitting next to him with a large package. He was reading a letter, while a tiny
owl, hooting incessantly, flew around his head. Ron looked up from his reading
as he heard Sev walking over.
"Hi Sev," Ron s
fo
folding up his letter, placing it on the package from Bill. "Helping
Hagrid with the horse?"
Sev nodded and sat down, watching
the owl in amusement. "Yeah. I can't wait ‘till next week when I can take
him for a ride. How long has ‘Sleeping Beauty’ been out?"
Ron chuckled, looking down at
Harry's sleeping form, and back up to Sev, to see him also watching Harry
sleep. "He's been out about half an hour. I was getting bored, but Pig
came by with the post. Post usually comes in the morning!" He directed the
last line in Pig's direction, which only caused the happy little owl to hoot
louder.
Severus looked at the tiny owl and
the large package at Ron's side. "That's quite a feat; did you deliver
that all by yourself?" Sev asked.
Ron found it very entertaining to
see his young Potions Master talking to his owl like one would to a child. Pig
perched himself next to the letter and puffed out the feathers proudly.
"My mighty owl," said Ron, shaking his head. Turning back, he saw Sev
no longer paying attention to the bird, but to Harry. He looked so relaxed
laying there, his sun kissed face showing only signs of blissful dreams. Sev
gave a contented sigh, a smile on his face, his eyes gazing at his dozing friend.
Ron had never seen so many emotions on Sev's face.
Clearly, he cared for Harry a great
deal, but this was Sev, not Snape, not the man they would face in class again
next week.
"You don't trust me, do
you?" Severus said, noting Ron's expression of mild contempt.
Ron thought about that for a moment
before commenting. "You’re an anomaly, Severus Snape. I don't know what to
make of you. I trust you with his life, maybe," said Ron, glancing at the
scar on his best friend’s head, "but not with his heart."
Severus chose not to reply. He knew
that no matter how much he cared for Harry, he truly didn't know what to expect
when he returned to his true life. They stayed in silence for a while.
Eventually, Ron picked up his things and the minute owl.
"I want to go reply to this
letter, you staying?" It was obvious that Ron wouldn't have left Harry
asleep alone, and would only leave if he knew Sev planned on staying until
Harry woke.
"Yes," said Sev with
certainty, and Ron started to leave.
"For what it's worth, I hope
I'm wrong about how this turns out," said Ron with sincerity.
Severus gave a short nod, and for a
moment, Ron saw the face of his Professor, the man behind this young man’s
eyes.
Once alone, Sev gazed down at Harry
again, placed a ‘notice me not’ spell around them, and lay down beside
Harry, placing a small kiss on his lips.
Harry's eyes fluttered open,
squinting against the sun. "Hmmm… hi, Sev," murmurerry rry before
cuddling in close and falling back to sleep.
Tbc