You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You

23

Harry was the first to wake for a change and looked down at his husband’s face in sleep, smoothing back the lustrous black hair and stroking a cheek gently, kissing his brow, a small kiss to the slack lips, rewarded by a sleepy tongue and he took advantage, gently rolling Severus onto his back, his lover grunting in sleep. Harry pushed back the bedding and regarded his beloved in sleep, the half-hardened cock, the swelling belly, the erect nipples and softly pounced unable to resist the riches splayed before him, parting the unresistant thighs, the slow preparation as his lover still stayed below the surface of sleep. He entered him so slowly and carefully, his thrusts cautious and experimental, this was Severus’s fantasy, after all, but Harry found it worked for him too, raising up onto his hands, his elbows locking and thrust in earnest, his lover asleep providing the extra impetus, he understood now, as Severus’ head started to twist on the pillow as he fucked him, waiting for the eyelids to flutter open, which they did as Harry’s hand tightened around his thick cock and pumped him. The surprise on that usually unshockable face made Harry speed up and the younger man watched and felt Severus undoing beneath him and the older man was coming and coming and coming between them with a loud series of moans, tightening his arse around Harry, and two more deep thrusts catapulted Harry over the edge, screaming. He lowered himself slowly into waiting arms and rolled off still panting, the collapse face to face lost for now as bellies got in the way but they adapted readily enough.

Severus kissed him sleepily and held tight, “I thought that was my fantasy”, he muttered. Harry shrugged in warm arms, “I looked at you and couldn’t resist. Mornin’ love of mine. Just thought I’d test it out the other way round”, and Severus chuckled sleepily, “It’s a wonderful way to wake up. Love you, my Harry and good morning to you too”. They kissed languorously, Severus carding his hand into Harry’s thick hair and holding their mouths together as they kissed, then both pulled away and yawned and slept again. It was a slow start that day.

Harry threw Severus his gown as he shrugged on his old rugby shirt. Severus held his lover from behind, pushing the collar of the soft shirt away and feasting on his husband’s neck, “So it’s to be one of those days, is it?”. Harry laughed and made his way downstairs to the kitchen and began to prepare breakfast.

He brought Severus his plate and set it before him then turned to fetch cutlery from the drawer and heard his husband gasp behind him. He whipped his head around to see the horrified look on his man’s face. “Severus, what’s wrong?” Severus raised concerned eyes to his lover, “Harry, we need to see Poppy Pomfrey as soon as possible. You’re bleeding”.

Harry turned his leg out to see the thin trickle of red and grabbed some kitchen towel and soaked it to clean himself but his hands were shaking. Severus rose from the table and went into the living room and Summoned Dobby and asked the Elf to alert Poppy that they were going to come back to school, then dashed back into the kitchen to a weeping Harry with his hand around his bump murmuring, “No, no, no, please don’t leave me Princess, don’t let me lose you, baby”. Severus threw his arms around his distraught husband and gently encouraged him to dress, “We’re going to let Poppy take a look at you, but I can’t risk the delay by letting her come here first. At school she has all her resources around her so we’ll go straight there”.

He went straight to his lab and fashioned a portkey with trembling hands, then went to the lead-lined safe under the kitchen floor and dug out their wands and Harry’s Cloak. Harry came downstairs wet-eyed and shaking, plainly terrified but fully dressed in Muggle clothes and a loose jacket. Severus helped tie his laces as his fingers fumbled and he activated the portkey with his arms around Harry, intoning, “Hogwarts, main gates”, and they lurched away.

Under the cloak they stumbled up to the school. The final class of the morning was in progress so they sneaked around the school to the medical wing without being seen and Poppy wasted no time in sequestering them both in a side room asking questions as Harry undressed his lower half for examination. He was now so distressed that his husband had to lend a hand, then lay back on the examination table clutching Severus’ hand so hard he left marks in the man’s skin. Severus sat by the bedhead and gave Poppy free rein to do her job.

She dowsed him carefully with her wand, nodding to herself, then tapped his inner elbow with her wand withdrawing a little blood which she tipped into a few phials and tipped in a few drops of various potions, “I’m just testing your hormone levels, Harry. Your baby is still very much alive in there, but if your hormones are low, then you still may lose it. We’ll know in a few minutes. Is there anyone you would like to inform of your presence here?” Harry shook his head anxiously, “Not until we know for certain”, and she understood. “I will run the tests now, I won’t be long”, and she swept out of the small room, whereupon Harry curled up in a small ball and wept in Severus’ arms. The older man lay alongside Harry holding tight and rocking his young husband as he stroked his hair with one hand as they waited.

Poppy came back into the room beaming, “Harry, your baby is fine and your hormone levels are still appropriately raised though I would like you to stay here for the night so I can run the tests again in the morning. You have had a bad scare but you and baby are fine. This is not an uncommon occurrence but you will need a few days bed rest when you return home”, and Harry’s tears turned to joy as he heard the news, “Did I do anything to hurt my baby?”, he asked, feeling guilty about the vigorous sex the previous night. She smiled and shook her head, “No, there is nothing to feel guilty about, Harry. The reason a child miscarries are many but that is not one of them. Some babies are lacking in genetic material, some just pass on in the womb, others have defects and in other cases, which I did suspect in your case was that your new cervix wasn’t capable of holding a baby in to term. I would like to do an internal exam in the morning when I do the tests again, but for now, you’re okay”. Harry breathed an audible sigh of relief and sank against Severus’ chest, “Oh, Severus, Princess is going to be all right. I was so scared I was going to miscarry”.

Poppy stood back and looked at the two men before her, both trembling and in tears, the elder holding the younger close, then spotted the broad gold band on Severus’ left hand and her eyebrows shot up. Severus glanced her way and noticed her expression, “What is it, Poppy?” She smiled and tapped her own third finger on her left hand, “Is that a wedding band?” Harry looked up as she said this and grinned, flashing his own hand, “Yes, Madam Pomfrey, Severus and I married on Valentine’s Day. We’re Messrs Potter-Snape now and we had a brilliant honeymoon in Spain, but we didn’t fly until I was safely past the three month line so we had to wait a bit”. She came to perch on the end of the bed, “Severus, I would like to take this opportunity to give you the once-over too, if you will consent? Not now, but maybe tomorrow when I examine Harry?” Harry felt his husband bristle and then exhale, “Certainly, Poppy. Oh, and Poppy?” The Medi-Witch inclined her head, “I would like you to inform Albus that we have been here, but preferably not until we are gone, if at all possible, and obviously I don’t think he needs to know the real reason why?”

The woman’s tone bordered on sharp, “Severus, I would never breech patient/healer confidentiality, although I think he should be informed that you are here in case he feels the need to step up security. Harry, I have already been told of your visit to us in June to take some of your exams. If I had my way then I would prefer that you be without further sources of stress particularly after this incident but it will give me the chance to examine you again. Will you be accompanying him, Severus?” The man smiled, “But of course”, and gave Harry a gentle squeeze kissing his hair who responded by closing his eyes and sighing contentedly against his beloved’s chest. Poppy regarded them for a moment, her head tipped to one side then smiled, in all her years knowing the normally irascible man, she had never seen him act with such tenderness towards anyone and whatever one might say about the inappropriateness of their relationship or their age difference, it was patently obvious that the taciturn man was very much in love with his young bond-mate.

He looked up to see her expression, “What is it, Poppy?” he asked gently. In reply she just shook her head. “All right then, have it your own way, tell Albus, but no-one else”, he sighed. Harry looked into his mate’s eyes, “Actually, love, I feel happier if Professor Dumbledore knows we’re here”. Severus leaned back a fraction to look into Harry’s eyes, “Sorry, Harry, I was presuming again. I should have asked your opinion”, he said in a low voice and kissed Harry’s brow and they were losing themselves again until Poppy brought them round with a polite cough. “As it is just about lunchtime, perhaps the Potter-Snapes would care for some food?” They remembered the uneaten breakfast at home and both nodded vigorously, “Yes please, Madam Pomfrey”. The woman laughed, “You’re a married man now Harry not to mention the mother, er, father, oh sod it, parent of two children. I think it can be ‘Poppy’ from now on”. This made them all chuckle and she left the room to organise food.

Lunch appeared fairly quickly and they wolfed it down in Poppy’s company and she was glad to see they had healthy appetites. “You know, I’ve never heard of any Wizarding statutes that allow two of the same gender to marry before”, she said dreamily as she regarded them. Harry glanced at Severus, who gave a short nod, “We weren’t married by Wizarding law, but Muggle law. We wed in our local Registry Office and a friend of Severus’ gave us the reception. It was a brilliant day, Poppy. I didn’t want to raise, er, illegitimate children in either world so I asked Severus to marry me”. The woman sighed and bit her lip, “Can anyone with Muggle backgrounds do this, Harry?” He nodded. She took a deep breath and looked at them, indecision in her eyes, then breathed out grinning, “Right, that’s it! I’m asking Viola in summer”, and blushed furiously.

Severus smirked and raised a brow, “Viola?” She fiddled with the edge of her apron, “Viola and I have been partners for many years. She, like me, works in a boarding school. She’s a non-Magical. Marriage, eh? Is there an age limit or anything?” Both men chuckled, “Not as far as we know”, said Harry, “But I’ll look it up on the Internet for you and send you some stuff. If you’re both ‘spinsters of the parish’ then it’s cool. We’re able to send and receive mail, just give letters to Professor Dumbledore and he sees that we get it and we can send stuff back, that’s how I can carry on with some studies. Hey, congratulations for summer by the way”. The woman went even redder, “Thank you, Harry. I congratulate you two, too. You look so happy together and both of you deserve it, you’ve bloody well earned it”. She lifted the trays and stood, “Oh, yes, Albus will come up about three o’clock, if that’s all right. Severus, you might want to make the bed a bit larger, after all we don’t usually have doubles at Hogwarts”, she winked as she left.

While Harry went off to the loo, Severus enlarged the bed then sprawled across it his head resting on his raised hand leaning up on one elbow. Harry emerged from the bathroom rubbing his stomach and talking to his baby, “Now you just stay put, my little Princess”, and Severus bit his lip and felt tears rise as he watched the love of his life approach in nothing but his t-shirt sweeping the covers back and waited until Harry had climbed in before covering him. “Aww, Severus, aren’t you going to jump in here with me?” Harry intoned, lust writ plain in his eyes. Severus tried to look shocked ,”No, love, I’d rather meet Albus fully clothed, if you don’t mind”, then laughed, gathering Harry to him, “Bloody hell, that was a shock, love. I’m glad it was a false alarm”. Harry dissolved into the warm arms he loved so much, “Me too, Severus, I thought I was goin’ to lose her”, then Severus felt the shaking of his love and tightened his hold as the tears came.

Harry was still a little red-eyed when Poppy appeared with Albus Dumbledore in tow. He rushed straight over to them, “Is anything wrong? What brings you back to Hogwarts?” Harry smiled waterily, “I wasn’t feeling too well but Poppy assures me it was a false alarm. Princess is still with us. We are to stay overnight then I need a few days in bed but otherwise we’re fine, all four of us”.

Dumbledore laid a hand over his chest, “Poppy nearly gave me a heart attack when she told me you were here”. Severus grinned, “It shows the efficacy of our communications system, though the phone would have been quicker. But still, The transport was faster than the Muggle way”. This was a long-standing banter that the two colleagues had shared and Harry got a glimpse of it, Severus wanting to inject a little of the twentieth century into Hogwarts and Albus’ persistent refusal to consider it, even electricity.

They talked all afternoon, Harry wrapped in Severus’ arms. His husband dropping the occasional light kiss into Harry’s hair and Albus once again noted the stillness and the passion that emanated from the bondees and made up his mind. “Severus and Harry, I have a feeling that your Magic has increased with your marriage. Three of us witnessed the change in your bond-light at your wedding and obviously you have used no Magic since going into exile, but I would like you both to spend the summer holidays here at Hogwarts. There are various safe ways that you an be tested for an elevation in your Magical levels that will not try you too much. I know you will be in need of rest, both of you, but a couple of hours each day shouldn’t be too much”.

Poppy glowered at this, “Albus. I don’t want Harry trying anything untoward after the scare he has had today”. Both men were reserved. Harry didn’t feel good about it and said so, “Professor, I told you we would be back and we will, but I am delivering Princess before I do anything else. Severus and I have discussed this and we know our Magic levels have changed, but there will be no experiments until both of us have given birth”. His tone, while not disrespectful, was determined and brooked no nonsense, his thoughts ran on, ‘You manipulative old git, you just want your fucking weapons back’ and this garnered him a snort at the same time from his beloved.

Albus sighed, he wasn’t going to win this one, he would just have to wait. He changed the subject to Harry’s lessons and upcoming NEWTs, “I have a room of requirement for you, my boy, and Minerva will invigilate. I must confess, your projects have been well received and Aurora, Pomona and myself are very pleased that you are applying yourself”. Then Albus and the two others discussed the incident of Draco and the postcard. Harry giggled, “Sealed letters from now on. It would be good to have a few parchment envelopes to put stuff in and parchment is awfully difficult to obtain in the real world”. Severus disguised his mirth in a cough and Albus stared, “The real world, Harry?”

Harry slowly nodded, wondering if he had gone too far but Dumbledore merely cast him an inquiring glance, “Yes, where we light lamps with a flicked switch, where messages can be sent around the world at the speed of light, where telescopes are exploring many hundreds of light-years from here in deep space, where my eyes can get fixed, once and for all. Yeah, the real world. If I win this thing, I’d love to see a bit more integration. The colours did it, the religions still struggle but, by and large, here in Blighty, they at least try for the most part, and same sex couples can marry. I think we’re a bit past burning at the stake now, wouldn’t you agree?”

A quick glance around put Poppy and Severus on Harry’s side and Albus felt like an island adrift, “So the Magical world is not your home?”, he asked, aghast. Harry shrugged, “Professor, I send in my projects as print-outs, the pictures, although still, are embedded in the document at the right points in the articles and the whole is done with computers. If I could send my essays as e-mail attachments I would. There’s a lot that the Muggle world has going for it, not to mention fab food from all over the world just a phone call away”. A thought not his own threaded into his brain, ‘Attaboy. Have at ‘im’, and Harry started, to receive a meaningful look from his lover. His eyes widened and he looked down, grinning.

‘Did we just.....?’ ‘Ssshhhh. Talk later’, it was faint but it was there. Albus left shortly afterwards wishing them both sweet dreams in a distracted way. He looked rattled as he walked away. Poppy grinned at them, “Nice one, Harry, and I totally agree with you”. She served them an early dinner then left them to it.

Severus laid the tray aside and took Harry’s face between his palms, ‘Did we, you know, before?’. Harry smiled, ‘Yes. Now try it when you kiss me. Use the Voice’. Then Severus’ face was incredulous as his mouth claimed his beloved, ‘I love your mouth, you astound me, you undo me’, as their tongues tangled together lost in passion. As the kiss grew fierce, ‘Severus, fuck my mouth with your incredible tongue, I’m open to you’. Severus nearly passed out from the intensity of the voice in his head and obeyed, ‘If my tongue could come, then I’m about to come in your sweet mouth’ and felt Harry clutch around him pulling them closer, ’Want you, want to be buried in you balls-deep. Want to fuck you. Ohhhh, my Severus, want my cock deep inside you, want you, want you, oh god, sorry, too late, oh fuuuck’ and they clutched together in amazement and a not little embarrassment.

Harry giggled, his hand in front of his mouth. His lover was equally red and tongue-tied. Harry was the first to speak, “Bloody hell, what happened there?” Severus turned his beetroot face to his lover, “I haven’t come in my pants for years. That was intense”. Harry nodded, “Does that mean that we’re Telepaths?” Severus laughed out loud, “Looks like it. Come here, you gorgeous man”, and kissed his husband hard, ‘You’re the sexiest man alive’, as that tongue plumbed his depths once more and Severus was quickly relieved of his clothes, he cast a quick scourgify as they dropped to the ground and Harry’s t-shirt was lifted over his head, then their mouths joined again and erections freshened again after the first blast of passion.

Harry talked his beloved through the whole preparation routine in intimate and erotic detail, ‘Now I think you’re ready for the fourth finger, one day, the thumb will join in but not for now. Now I am desperate to fuck you. I want to bury my cock in you’. His husband opened before him, eyes glazed with all-consuming passion, ‘So fuck me, take me, make love to me’. They were in a Magical environment so a quick ‘Lubricus’ charm was in order and Harry slid in in one smooth thrust to gasps from them both then leaned down and took that eager mouth below him, their kisses desperate and longing, mixed with their thoughts and fantasies sending and receiving with abandon until Severus nearly bit Harry’s tongue off as he came, fiercely and savagely with the last thrust. As he clammed with the force of his orgasm, Harry squealed loudly and filled his husband in long slow waves, ‘Mine, mine, mine...’, shouted out with each pulse.

Neither passed out but they regarded each other levelly as they came down from the best sexual high either had known. Harry giggled, “I can’t believe I just had wild sex in the hospital wing at Hogwarts”. His lover chuckled, “Oh yes we did, wild, sexy telepathic lovemaking. Now come here for a cuddle”. Harry grinned and capitulated to the warm arms around him, the sensuous mouth on his, and gave himself up to the bliss, knowing Severus felt it too and they drowned in thought, word and sensation as sleep claimed them.

Sometime later, Poppy tapped politely on the door to collect the dinner trays. On receiving no answer, she peeked shyly around the door then stepped into the room, her two patients asleep. She picked up the trays and spared a look for the men in the bed, naked, closely twined around each other, fast asleep, and decided that this was what true love was and ached for Viola. She moved towards the door and paused, remembering Harry’s name for his baby. She smiled and turned, although she knew neither of them could hear her, and muttered, “Actually, it’s ‘prince’”.