Bliss (The story)

The next day was Christmas eve and it found Harry, Ron, and Hermione seated in the sitting room awaiting the arrival of the rest of the Weasley family. Ron was especially thrilled because Bill and Charlie were joining them for Christmas this year, and though they weren’t arriving with Molly, Arthur, the twins who had went home for the holidays, and Ginny who went to another friends house, they were still going to be there.

“So, Harry, did you get Snape anything for Christmas?” Asked Hermione from the love seat next to Ron.

“Yeah, I got it a long time ago. I hope that he likes it,” Harry said absently mindedly rubbing circles on his belly. He could just imagine what everyone was going to say when they saw him. He was wearing a pair of jeans that were once too big but now fit snug, and a faded red tee-shirt that also fit a bit snug.

“Why did you buy him a gift after how he‘s treated you?” Ron questioned, putting his arm around Hermione’s shoulder.

“Because he‘s… well… he may have treated me badly at first but I… um…. I do care about him, I guess.”

Hermione smiled at her friend, “So, what did you get him?”

Harry shook his head, “You‘ll just have to wait and see.”

“But, Harry, that‘s not fair.”

“Yeah, Mate, it‘s not like we‘re going to tell him or anything. Hell, the day I tell that greasy git anything, will be the day Voldie admits he wears lacey pink thongs because he likes the way they feel rubbing against his--”

He was cut off by a dark, deep voice from behind him, “Mr. Weasley, I‘d advise you not to talk about the Dark Lord that way.”

Ron’s face flushed as he watched Snape make his way over to the chair that Harry was comfortably seated in and take a seat himself on its arm. “Um… I‘m…I‘m sorry, sir,” he stammered.

Hermione and Harry laughed at their friend and Severus smirked at the boy’s embarrassment. He looked down at his baby’s mother and noticed his belly. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off it lately, it was defiantly a turn-on for the older wizard. Who would have thought that just looking at the young Gryffindor made him hard? He longed to touch that soft skin again, to feel Harry under him, begging for more; to make sweet, slow, passionate love to the younger man.

He tried not to think of all that but he couldn’t resist touching him, so Severus caught Harry’s eyes and lowered his large, pale hand to run soothing circles on the expanding belly.

Harry didn’t mind, so he went on with his conversation, “Sorry guys. Severus, was there something you wanted?”

Snape looked up at Ron and Hermione, “Yes, I was sent up to inform you that Bill and Charlie Weasley have arrived. They‘re in the kitchen talking with the werewolf and his mutt.”

Harry sighed as he watched his friends stand to leave but before Hermione made it out the door, she turned to see if her friend was coming. When she saw that he hadn’t moved and inch she asked, “Harry, are you coming down or not?”

Harry looked up to Severus, who hadn’t stopped rubbing his belly, before looking back to Hermione, “I‘ll be down in a bit.”

“Alright,” and with that she turned to leave.

After she was gone, Severus pulled Harry out of the chair and they made their way to the love seat. Severus propped his feet up and Harry took a seat between the Slytherin’s legs, leaning against the brood and muscular chest.

Snape wrapped his arms around Harry, “Are you comfortable?”

“Ummhmm,” Harry hummed, he’d never been so comfortable and relaxed and it felt good.

“Are you having any problems?” Snape asked, his concern showing.

“No, not really. I mean, I‘m just trying to get use to all this.”

“Oh, I see. It‘s a little strange, isn‘t it?”

“What isn‘t strange in the wizarding world? No, it‘s just that sometimes it gets a little awkward.”

“How so?” the dark man asked a bit confused at Harry’s comment.

“Well, I‘ve always been really thin and I‘m not now. That and the baby kinda makes my back and feet hurt.”

“So is that why you don‘t seem to move very often?”

“Sometimes, yeah. It‘s just easer to sit around and talk, as appose to helping Remus cook, or standing on my feet.”

“I see.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, both deep in though. Severus had begun running his hands over Harry’s belly and sides again and Harry laid his head back on the older mans shoulder and closed his eyes. He didn’t want this moment to end, it was like heaven to him. Had someone told him a year ago that he’d be relaxed in Snape’s presences and even be sitting with the man, allowing him to touch him like this, Harry would have surely laughed in their face.

“We should spend more time together,” Snape said, breaking the silence.

“I would like that,” Harry confirmed, still not opening his eyes.

“You know, you can stop by my room anytime you want. I tend to stay up late working, and I wouldn‘t mind some company.”

“I‘ll do that,” and they fell back into silence.

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AN: I reread the last chapter and found some mistakes in spelling, I'm sorry for those. I'm not taking the time to go back and fix them now, maybe I'll do that later. Anyway, Please review if you want more!
love,
-MS