The Most Difficult Of All Our Tasks

-- New chapter people. Hope you like it. Jicky in answer to "but couldn't Jack ask Harry for the money?". No, she couldn't. After all, Harry would want to know why, and she couldn't say, not without Lucius calling in the debt. And yeah, Luc's death is a bit anti climatic, but he wasn't meant to die! In my plan he was meant to stay around so Harry would have to marry Sev, and there were going to be some arguments over Dan. Bloody Sev got over protective! SP





Chapter the fifteenth – Truce



“This is all your fault! I may just kill you!” Harry screamed as Severus ducked the jinx blasted his way from his mightily pissed off husband.



“This was your idea!” Severus snapped back, flinching as the shelf behind him collapsed.



“But I don’t want this! I don’t want this life! This trap!” Harry screamed in frustration before returning to the original premise, “This is all your fault!”



“TRUCE!” Severus bellowed as he rolled away from yet another spell. “If you can’t discuss this like an adult, Harry, then I’ll have to treat you like a child!”



“You always do!” The end of Harry’s wand spat sparks ominously and Severus, who had been peaking over the edge of the sofa, dropped back down.



“How do I treat you like a child?” He asked, fairly reasonably, despite crawling away on his hands and knees.



“Oh, I don’t know,” Harry began sarcastically, “How about: forcing me into this marriage? Keeping me at home like I’m the little woman? Never telling me ANYTHING? Lying to me?”



“Lying to you?” The ex-teacher was so surprised he peered over the chest of drawers he had been cowering (Severus would have referred to it as “strategically retreating”) by.



“All those late nights? Meetings for work? Don’t lie to me, Sev, I’m not stupid. I’m not a child. You’re cheating on me!”



Harry glared at the older man, red rimmed eyes dancing with tears.



Severus, being far braver than his recent actions might have led one to believe, stood up, dusted down his cloak and turned to his husband. “One, I am not lying to you. Two, how can I “cheat on you” when we don’t do anything that I could cheat on? Three, have you forgotten the conditions? I can’t cheat on you. And four, you’re acting like a child.”



Harry calmed down momentarily, then flared up at the last point on Severus’ list. “Yeah, I’m acting like a child? Have you forgotten I’m only just twenty two? You’re fifty six next year, we’re very different people; very different ages. But that’s not the point. You aren’t being honest with me. Tell me the truth.” Harry glared relentlessly at his partner until the other shook his head slightly in resignation.



Severus sighed heavily. “I didn’t want to, not until it was finalised, but I’ve been offered my job back, at Hogwarts. I have been in all those meetings trying to work out the details.”



“What details?”



“Well,” the Potions Master was deeply sarcastic, “how about the arrangements for my husband and two children? How about whether I’ll take up my role as Head of Slytherin? How about working out reasonable times off so that I can be in the bosom of my loving family?”



Harry bit back a snort of amusement. He frowned. “I’m still mad at you. You lied to me.”



“No. I told you I had “work meetings”. That was true. The work meetings just weren’t related to my current job. That’s all.”



“That’s all!” Harry yelled and Severus sighed again. “You are making this huge decision and not even discussing it with me? What, were you just going to tell me, “By the way we’re moving to Hogsmeade tomorrow”? You are unbelievable.”



“Maybe I hadn’t worked out all the kinks,” Severus acknowledged. “Look,” he said, “can we sit down and talk about this? I’m fed up of crawling around the room dodging jinxes.”



“You did look silly,” Harry commented. He deliberately put his wand on the table and moved over to the sofa. He sat down and looked expectantly at the other man.



Severus cautiously moved to the couch and sat down. He knew that Harry had been upset for a few weeks, and that it wasn’t just about him being out late, there was something else wrong with his partner.



“Care to tell me what the actual problem is?”



Harry considered and, looking at his shoes, muttered, “I’m horny.”



Severus bit back a laugh. He could not for one minute let the other think he was being laughed at. That would ruin the slightly calmer attitude that now prevailed. “I’m sorry about that.” He replied, deliberately not pointing out, “but it was your idea”.



Harry looked at him. Very slowly, very hesitantly, he took his husband’s hand and led it to his own groin, gasping as the long fingers stroked him through the cloth.



Severus was frankly amazed that Harry was not only allowing this, but actually wanted it. He put his mind fully to the task “at hand” and soon had his husband thrusting up into his palm. He fiddled competently with the zip and freed Harry’s hard length fully. He rubbed the tip with a calloused thumb and listened, inwardly chuckling, as his husband whimpered slightly.



“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” Harry commented intelligently as he was thoroughly worked.



“Indeed?” Severus quirked an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?”



“Hnnnnnnn! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Urgh! Yes!” Harry expanded.



“I see,” the older man responded, chewing his lip to avoid laughing.



“God!” Harry was thrashing wildly now. “Yes! Please! Just – a – bit – moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore ng!” He collapsed panting.



Severus took in the flushed cheeks and messy hair of his partner and smiled gently. Harry was truly beautiful, with high cheekbones, amazingly deep green eyes and a slender build that hid a lot of wiry strength.



He ached for the other.



Harry was still gasping for breath.



“Better?” Severus quizzed, an eyebrow raised.



“Much,” Harry panted. “Thanks.” He glanced down at his trousers. “Urgh. Need to clean myself up now.” He struggled to sit up.



The older man made no comment, but his response was more than adequate. He bent his head and began lapping away the fluid that still clung to Harry’s dick.



“Oh, shiiiiiiiiiit!” Harry groaned, slumping back on the cushions.



***



Severus was horny as hell, frustrated and desperate. Since their fight and Harry’s admission, he had been fisting his husband fairly regularly, but getting nothing back in return. He was walking around with pretty much a permanent hard on, desperate for some touch that wasn’t his own.



Bringing Harry off definitely wasn’t helping matters.



***



“And finally, I wanted to welcome back an old face at Hogwarts. For many years Professor Snape taught Potions here, and we are very pleased that Professor Snape-Potter has agreed to return to his old post!” Minerva McGonagoll indicated the dark haired man with a lazy flick of her wrist. Biting down his irritation – Severus had never liked public spectacles – he rose and spoke to the latest students at the recently rebuilt and refurbished Hogwarts.



“Many of you, no doubt, have heard of my reputation. If you please me with your efforts, you will find I am reasonable,” Here Severus ignored the snort of indignation from Minerva, “Those of you who fail to meet my expectations will quickly learn to hate me. Good.”



He sat down.



For a moment there was stunned silence then the Headmistress began clapping politely, and soon the rest of the school was joining in.



-- Poor Harry! Even more though, poor Sev! Oh, and as a tease, the next chapter is called: D I V O R C E. Mwahahahahaaha! SP