Dreams In Time

TITLE: Dreams In Time 26 of ??
AUTHOR: Casey Snape
PAIRING: Snarry
MINOR PAIRINGS: Albus Dumbledore/Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy/??, Ron Weasley/??, Charlie Weasley/Poppy Pomfrey, Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Malfoy, Cornelius Fudge/Gilderoy Lockhart, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew/Tom Riddle, Charlie Weasley/Neville Longbottom (1 sided??),
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: caseysnape@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Nope, Not mine, however much I might wish. If they were, they would be having hot, smutty man-sex 24/7, all within the confines of my personal viewing room.ƒº The characters and concepts in the following story do not belong to me. Ms. Rowling and all her assignees, publishers, etc¡K have that honor. .

WARNINGS: Parts of OTP & all of HBP and DH never happened. OOC. AU. Time Travel / MPreg / Graphic Sex / Rimming / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Mention of BDSM / Mention of Het. Sex / Bonding & Marriage / Dirty talk / Mention of Non-Con /

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From Chapter 26: THE DREAMS OF THE TIME TRAVELER

Severus sighed as his eyes opened. His arms were still wrapped around Harry¡¦s pillow, but he was no longer on his side. He was on his back, with the pillow resting on his shoulder.

He smiled wryly. ¡¥Funny,¡¦ he thought, ¡¥the dream was so real.¡¦ He smiled again. It was the first time he had awakened to feel rested and peaceful since his husband left.

Chapter 26: THE PROMISE OF A LOVER

Present ¡V about four am on Saturday morning:

Severus sighed with satisfaction as he turned over. He had had the most pleasing dream. He stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of muscles extending. As he stretched, he noticed the delicious feel of the soft sheet as it shifted lower on his bare skin ¡V wait, bare skin? He sat up. He was dressed when he went to bed. Quickly, he grabbed his wand and lit the candles in the room.

He was indeed naked. His mind raced. Then, he noticed it. Deep royal blue silk sheets adorned his bed, and there beside him, was the indention of another body. He gulped. What had he done? He was on the verge of panicking, assuming the worst, when his eyes fell on something that had never been in his room before, but he had certainly seen previously. Harry¡¦s old sweatpants, were draped across a chair in the formerly empty corner of his room ¡V a threadbare, dusty Queen Anne chair.

Tears of joy slid unfettered down Severus¡¦s cheeks. It had not been a dream. Somehow, just as in the past, his dreams had connected him to Harry. It had been real. Moreover, he had proof of the vision in the sheets and the chair. He beamed as he extinguished the candles with his wand. Quietly, he slid back down in the bed and rolled toward the place where Harry¡¦s body had been. Almost fearfully, he placed his palm in the center of the indention. It was still a little warm. He rolled, centering his body in the middle of Harry¡¦s place, and closed his eyes.

Today, breakfast could wait a few minutes. Right now, he was going to enjoy this link to his young mate all he could. Severus slept serenely that morning.

Present ¡V Saturday morning:

Panic swept through the Wizarding world as the Daily Prophet announced the news: Starting on July 1st, The Master would pay a very handsome reward for the bodies of all vampire, werewolf, veela, centaur, (or like creature) or pureblood brought to the Ministry offices. Purebloods had to be those who did not have any Muggle blood in their traceable bloodline. Squibs were not to be touched, no matter what. Bonuses were to be given for torture and mutilation performed before the abominations were killed.

Entire families fled their homes in fear; the poorer families split altogether in hopes to reduce the temptation of a quick galleon. It did not matter that there was still weeks before the start date. No one wanted to take a chance after what had happened with Voldemort.

Inside Hogwarts, Albus and the other professors did everything they could to calm the near rioting students. The Headmaster had the other professors gather everyone into the Great Hall while he and Severus went to inform their hidden guests of the problems.

¡§Use binding spells, if necessary, professors. I shall be back shortly,¡¨ the Headmaster had cautioned. Only Minerva understood where he was going. The Deputy Headmistress took firm charge of the chaos, and in moments had the student sitting peacefully in the ancient room, almost more than half were hexed in one way or another.

Severus and Albus ducked into an empty classroom. Albus produced a pouch of floo powder from a pocket in his brightly colored robes. ¡§Severus, I¡¦ll take Sirius and Remus, and the baby. You take your in-laws. Explain everything as quickly and thoroughly as you can.¡¨ The old man looked all of his considerable years. ¡§James is a pureblood, as is Sirius. Remus is a werewolf, and their baby is a mix. We can¡¦t lose them after all that has happened.¡¨

Severus put a comforting hand on his mentor¡¦s shoulder. ¡§I will not let that happen. Harry will need his family when he gets back, and I will make sure he has it, no matter what. No one will touch any of his family as long as I have anything to do with it.¡¨ Steely determination colored the Potions Master¡¦s voice.

Albus smiled wistfully. ¡§Harry is a lucky young man to have such a devoted and loving husband as you, my boy. He will know that when he returns, and the happiness denied you all these years will finally be yours to take.¡¨

Severus sighed, ¡§I am the lucky one, Albus. My mate is an extraordinary man. Even if he does not want me,¡¨ his voice broke slightly, but he continued on, ¡§knowing that he is alive and happy will be enough for me.¡¨ Sincerity and truthfulness rang from his words and his tone.

Albus stared at the younger man, wondering what could have happened to give Severus such a sense of peace. He shook his head. He¡¦d think about that when this mess was over with. With grim resignation, both men travelled the plunging, churning floo system to their destinations.

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As expected, both professors had to threaten full-body binds and numerous other spells to keep the families out of the action. In the end, it wasn¡¦t the threats that made all four adults promise to keep well hidden in the old castle; it was Harry. Severus told his in-laws, in no uncertain terms, that if they managed to be found and killed, again, before Harry returned, he would personally resurrect them and put all his years as a Death Eater to good use on them. Neither James nor Lily actually believed the threat, really, but they knew how serious he was when Severus mentioned their son. Sirius and Remus were the same, when the Headmaster told them what Severus had said earlier. Despite all the old animosity, Severus had vowed to keep them safe, for Harry. They would not make his task any harder.
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When the two returned to the Great Hall, both were amazed and slightly amused at what they found. Minerva could be quite daunting when she chose. Both scanned over the students, making note of those who had to be magically restrained.
¡§Now, students,¡¨ Professor Dumbledore began, ¡§Let me explain how this will be here at the school. First of all, no one will be allowed to enter or leave the school grounds, including families and staff. No one will be hunted here. You are welcome to stay as long as it is needed. We will make arrangements.¡¨

He took a deep breath and continued. ¡§I regret that I cannot offer the same to your families. It is too dangerous to allow everyone in, but I can ¡V and will ¡V do everything in my power to keep all of you safe. We all will,¡¨ he turned his head to the left and right to include the staff and faculty standing around him. ¡§You may owl your relatives today, but after today, I will not allow any owls in or out, for safety reasons. Any questions?¡¨

As he expected, Ms. Granger raised her hand. ¡§Professor, if the Muggle-born and half-bloods are safe, then why can¡¦t we leave? We could help fight, or do something¡K¡¨

¡§Ms. Granger,¡¨ the Potions Master answered before the Headmaster could, ¡§do you think that anyone will pause long enough to ascertain your bloodline before they use the killing curse on you?¡¨

Hermione gulped. She just wanted to help. Ron took her hand and squeezed slightly, looking slightly green. He was from an old pureblood family, and there were a lot of them to worry about. She squeezed back, offering what comfort she could.

Present ¡V Saturday morning:

Poppy was elated. Her proclamation was now known to the world, and soon ¡V after the torture of sweating it out a little ¡V she would have her revenge on those that had ignored her and her mother. She twirled and danced about her sitting room, cackling and shouting her glee. Her hand landed on her slightly rounded belly. This was another thing she could celebrate. Her child seemed to be growing at the anticipated rate. The only problem was that its¡¦ father had not shown up yet.

She tapped her wand agitatedly, not realized that her spell had been cancelled. She needed a good ride, and she needed it soon. Pregnancy had made her horny, and, as she had already found out in the last few days, masturbation and women could not satisfy her appetite. She thought about her followers. If she could not get to Weasley, who could she get to?

A wicked gleam entered her eyes as she strode into her office, kicking aside the limbs of the three women that had died when they failed to bring her to an acceptable orgasm. She found her parchment and quill, and wrote out two missives. Finding her owl, she instructed it to take the letters to Hogwarts. If her plan worked, soon she would have not one, but two playmates.

Present ¡V Saturday around lunchtime:

A steady stream of owls entered and left the school grounds. The staff was exhausted; before any owl was allowed in or out, the letters had to be checked for portkeys. Twenty-seven had been found so far, and they were sure there would be more before the grounds were shut down from the outside world.

All of the students were still in the Great Hall, trying to remain calm and eat. A large grey owl flew into the building, bypassing the line before the faculty. Albus, Severus, and Minerva started, leaving their posts and running further into the room. Each one tried to stun the bird, but it was quite adept at evading their curses. The bird swooped low over the tables, making it impossible to cast at it for fear of hitting one of the students. The bird let go of its¡¦ letters when it skimmed the Gryffindor table. The teachers shouted to keep away from the letters, but the two recipients did not listen.

Seamus and Dean disappeared from the room.

Albus could have cried, if he wasn¡¦t so angry. This was going to be a long, long few weeks.

Past ¡V Sunday evening:

Peter Pettigrew grit his teeth as he was impaled again on Riddle¡¦s ¡V no, Voldemort¡¦s ¡V wand. The older man was stroking himself as he watched the wand fuck the boy over and over. In the hours since the Gryffindor student had rejoined him, the Dark Lord had run through every depraved thought he had ever had. The student had not refused, not even blinked an eye. The boy simply whimpered, ¡§Yes, Master. Whatever you want, Master,¡¨ no matter how sick, how degenerate the act was. ¡¥How delectable!¡¦ Voldemort thought.

Peter felt sick to his stomach, but he was determined to stay the course. He had a plan, and he would accomplish the plan, no matter how long it took or what he had to do. He felt something warm and wet spray across his arse, and knew that his Lord had just spewed his seed on him. He thanked Merlin and every other deity he could think of as the wand stopped.

¡§Peter, you have an animagus form, do you not?¡¨ Riddle asked nonchalantly.

¡§Y¡Kyes, Master. I have the form of a rat,¡¨ Peter nervously answered as he bowed down before the Dark Lord.

¡§And, do you have a pet name associated with this form?¡¨

¡§Wormtail, Master.¡¨

¡§Excellent. Wormtail, you have pleased me, therefore, I will heal your wounds.¡¨ Voldemort waved his wand, and the injuries vanished. Peter sighed in relief. ¡§You will return to me on Friday night.¡¨ Voldemort turned to stalk out of the room. At the doorway, he stopped. ¡§And stay in your animagus form. I have¡Kideas¡Kfor the weekend,¡¨ and continued out of the room.

Peter vomited.

Present ¡V Sunday Evening:

Poppy moaned in bliss, and she tightened the spells on the young man between her thighs, making him buck savagely and groan oh-so-prettily in pleasure/pain as she rode him hard. She leaned forward slightly, allowing the young man behind her to slide deeper into her tight arse. She thrilled at the sensation of two thick cocks filling her at the same time.

Hands slid around from her back, stopping to cup her tender, full breasts, using them as leverage to pull her back against the boy. Lips and teeth fastened onto the side of her neck, biting hard and making her whimper in delight. She ground her hips into the boy below her. She lowered her eyes, taking in the way those dark skinned hands looked against her white flesh. The hands left her breasts and slid lower, caressing the soft mound that hinted at the baby hidden beneath.

¡§This should have been mine¡K,¡¨ a voice whispered possessively in her ear. She nodded in agreement as the hands shifted lower, finding the treasures hidden in the soft folds between her legs. One touch, and she flew apart; the contraction of her muscles pulling climaxes from both young men.

She ended the spells on Finnegan, near useless twit that he was, and turned her head to look at the man behind her. This one had surprised her. She knew that he was involved with the other boy; that was part of the reason that she had chosen him, however, he seemed to have an enthusiasm and inclination that matched her own, and was more than agreeable to do her bidding in every situation. She captured his lips in a brutal kiss, drawing blood. He didn¡¦t seem to mind.

¡§Mr. Thomas,¡¨ she purred, pausing to lick his blood from her lips as she felt his cock slip from her well-used channel, ¡§you will join me in my bed tonight. If you continue to¡Kproduce adequate results¡Kyou will live, unlike him¡K¡¨ She nodded toward the comatose Irish boy. She whispered a spell, and the life drained from the young man. Poppy smiled in delight. She whispered another spell, and the glazed, confounded look disappeared from her new lover¡¦s eyes. Dean saw what had happened, and dropped his head slightly in mourning for his boyfriend.

¡§Pity,¡¨ she continued, not knowing or just not caring about his grief, ¡§that he couldn¡¦t have been more like you. Whatever could you have seen in him?¡¨ She laughed deprecatingly. ¡§Get rid of that,¡¨ she pointed to the Gryffindor¡¦s body, ¡§and those,¡¨ a point to the bodies of the women, ¡§and retire to my room to await my return.¡¨

Dean sighed contentedly as he rose to do Poppy¡¦s bidding. He was not heartless by any means, however, he could not deny his body¡¦s reaction to the woman and her methods. Seamus had humored him by allowing Dean to get a little rough, but the Irish Gryffindor had never allowed him to fulfill his true fantasies. Already, he was beginning to anticipate the feel of her body around his; the curses she would use and the weapons she would utilize as they fucked.

She sauntered out of the room, indifferent to the way the evidence of earlier activities seeped from her body or the ache she had caused to her lover. She hummed a merry tune to herself as she showered, luxuriating in the feel of being well-fucked. The pour of water slid over her body, taking the traces of semen away with it. She was so pleased with the way things were working out that she never noticed the slight flow of blood that trickled from between her legs down toward the drain.

Present ¡V Sunday Evening:

Percy was not in a good mood. That woman was out of control. She had endangered him, and his family. He paced in his study, grateful that Penelope had gone to visit relative on the continent for the duration. He did not want his young wife to get caught in all of this.

His earlier attempts at contacting Dumbledore by owl had not worked. The owls had returned with the letters still attached. He had tried portkey and floo, and those did not work. He had even tried to contact his parents and brothers, but they were not at home. He only hoped that they were safe. Still, he had to get a message to Dumbledore, but how? He paced again, trying to think. He tripped over his own feet and almost fell to his knees when he thought of it: of course, the patronus!

Quickly, he conjured his patronus. The silvery image of a spider scrambled from the tip of his wand. He smiled as he sent it on its way with a flourish of his hand. Percy sat heavily on the ottoman, summoning a bottle of firewhiskey as he did. Not bothering for a glass, he drank steadily, waiting for the headmaster¡¦s response.

It was several hours and nearly two bottles of Ogden¡¦s best later when Percy¡¦s floo flared to life.

¡§Headmaster,¡¨ he nearly shouted, ¡§I have news, but it can¡¦t be relayed through the fire.¡¨

Albus nodded solemnly. ¡§Of course, dear boy. Step through and we¡¦ll get down to business.¡¨

Percy stood and straightened his clothes. He double-checked his wand and stepped into the snapping green flames. He hid his surprise well as he exited the large fireplace in the Headmaster¡¦s office and found himself in the middle of what looked like a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. ¡¥Strike one up for the old man,¡¦ he thought as he brushed the persistent bits of soot from his clothing. He raised his head just as his mother came hurtling toward him.

¡§Oh, Percy. I am so glad to see that you are alright!¡¨ His mother exclaimed piercingly, causing him to suddenly wish he had been born deaf. She embraced him tightly, and he took the chance to peer over her shoulder into the room behind her. His father, all of his brothers, and even his sister were present. Along with them was the remainder of the ¡¥usual crowd¡¦ ¡V Fletcher, Moody, Tonks, Shacklebolt, Lupin, Snape, McGonagall, and several others that were not worth his regard, as well as four very interesting new members ¡V Neville Longbottom, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, and, of course, Malfoy Lite.

As soon as his mother released him, he turned to the Headmaster, ¡§Is there somewhere we can talk privately?¡¨
He really didn¡¦t want to relay this information with his family, especially his second brother, listening.

¡§I¡¦m afraid that anything you have to say will need to be relayed anyhow, Mr. Weasley. I think it would be for the best if everyone heard the news straight from you rather than secondhand from myself.¡¨

¡¥Blast!¡¦ Percy¡¦s brain screamed as he frantically tried to figure out how to get out of this. After several long moments, he gave in. He motioned for the professor to sit, and he strode to the head of the room, taking several minutes to pace and gather the thoughts from his slightly fuzzy mind.

¡§I have heard from Pomfrey this evening. She is delighted. You¡¦ve seen the papers ¡V she plans to wipe out thousands of witches, wizards and other magical creatures.¡¨ He paused and looked straight into Charlie¡¦s eyes, ¡§She also informed me that she is,¡¨ he gulped, trying to delay his news, ¡§pregnant with Charlie¡¦s baby. She is taking a series of potions that will speed the development of the child and allow her to give birth in approximately three months time.¡¨

Molly gasped, and clutched at her son¡¦s hand. Arthur and Bill both rose and stood behind the young man, each one offering a comforting hand on his shoulder as quiet sobs shook the dragon tamer. The rest of the Weasley family moved around, each one offering solace in their own way. Percy paid close attention to the others in the room. Everyone was shocked, but two reactions caught his attention in particular. Neville paled and cast his moist eyes to the floor, wringing his hands and looking very distressed. And the other ¡V Malfoy, Jr. ¡V was positively green. His eyes flared with jealousy and his wand hand twitched angrily. Malfoy, Sr., reached over and put a calming hand on his son¡¦s arm, causing him to instantly shutter his emotions.

¡¥Very interesting,¡¦ Percy¡¦s mind whispered. ¡¥This could be very useful in the future¡K¡¦

Severus sprang to his feet, ¡§How could she even get the potions? Many of those are meticulously regulated and only three Potions Masters that I can think over can even attempt to brew them.¡¨ He was about to continue when Percy broke in.

¡§I believe, Professor Snape, that she got them from you. You like to experiment with difficult mixtures and she has had years to take them from you.¡¨

Severus staggered and fell back into his chair; his mind instantly cataloging the dozens of tonics, elixirs, and doses that had been stolen or ¡§misplaced¡¨ during that time. He felt sick ¡V sick with rage and humiliation. He gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white as his fingernails dug into the soft fabric.

Severus continued to seethe as the headmaster took over the conversation. He was vaguely aware of discussions of the Weasley spawn when it hit him like a heard of first years. Harry¡¦s special potion! For the second time that night, the chair could not contain him. He leaped to his feet, surprising those around him as he shouted in alarm.

¡§Albus, what about your cabinet? Is it still there?¡¨

Both Dumbledore and McGonagall paled as they realized what Severus was referring to. With speed that belied his age, the headmaster crossed to his cabinet, his wife close behind him. Severus wanted to follow, to help him look, but found that he could not force his feet to move. The rest of the room, including Percy, looked from one to another in mass confusion. Albus hastily took down the wards and began to search the cupboard. The twinkle in his eyes died as he realized that the bottle was missing. He turned to face Severus feeling three times as old as he was.

¡§Severus, it is not here. At this point, we must assume that she has it.¡¨

Severus Snape felt his blood freeze as he pieced together the parts of the puzzle. The potions, the baby, and Harry¡¦s special elixir; he shuddered and snapped his gaze back up to his mentor. ¡§Albus, do you know what this means?¡¨ he asked quietly.

¡§Yes, Severus. I¡¦m afraid I do.¡¨

The room exploded in a cacophony of voices, each asking what was going on and what they were talking about. Albus tried to calm everyone, explaining in his usual cryptic way about the special potion and what their theory contained. As he listened, Severus closed his eyes and pleaded with the gods to allow Harry to return before she had the chance to use it.

Behind a hidden panel in the Headmaster¡¦s office, three adults started to pace, their eyes wide with near-panic. Lily looked at James, and knew exactly what he was thinking. They could not allow that to happen.


Past ¡V Sunday Evening:

Harry stretched languidly on the sofa, letting the thin shirt ride up to show off his muscled stomach. He bit back a grin as he saw Severus¡¦s eyes widen slightly and darken with desire. Severus was supposed to be finishing up the end-of-term paperwork, but Harry couldn¡¦t help teasing him. No matter how occupied Severus was in whatever he was doing, he always knew where Harry was in the room and what Harry was doing. Harry stood and cast a quick glance toward his husband. Severus was still watching, and pretending that he wasn¡¦t. Harry smirked slightly before he quickly covered it up.

He began to pull the shirt up, letting the fabric brush his skin softly and seductively. As he pulled the garment over his head, he heard the sharp intake of breath from his husband. Harry turned a little, putting his back toward the reserved teen. Harry lifted his arms as he ran his fingers through his own hair, knowing that the movement would showcase the play of muscles in his back and arms. A stifled groan drifted toward him.

Oh-so-slowly, Harry began to peel off his gray uniform trousers, bending exaggeratedly as he pushed them down his lean legs and off his feet. He slid his hands from his ankles to his knees leisurely, then allowed his fingers to brush his thighs and hips. He slid his fingers to the waistband of his smalls, resting there for the slightest moment before he slid them in. He let his hands wander for a moment before he began the same, gradual process to remove them. He listened carefully: harsh breathing was the only sound that met his ears and he couldn¡¦t tell if it was his own or his spouse¡¦s.

As he slid the underwear off of his feet, he felt elegant fingers touch his hips and a heated groin press slightly against his arse ¡V the first and only indication that he had that his mate had even moved. ¡§Bratling,¡¨ a voice rumbled sensually, ¡§just what, pray tell, do you think you are doing?¡¨

Harry fought the twitching of his lips as he stood, making sure to thrust himself further against the Potions Apprentice. ¡§It got a little stuffy in here. I was¡Kcooling myself down.¡¨ He was standing straight now, and he leaned back to rest against his lover¡¦s body. ¡§Don¡¦t you think it is¡Khot¡Kin here?¡¨ He lowered his voice and purred.

¡§Positively sweltering,¡¨ was the only thing he heard before lips and teeth assailed the side of his neck in a measured assault. The sudden rush of air and the feel of hot skin against his told him that Severus was very impatient tonight. His grin widened, even as he began to pant. ¡§Oh, Sev¡¦rus. So good,¡¨ he let his head drop back to rest on his husband¡¦s shoulder.

¡§Is this what you had in mind, my love?¡¨ Severus urged him toward the couch, not stopping until Harry was braced on his knees over the arm. ¡§Did you aim to tease and torment me until my limits were strained and my distress reached its peak?¡¨ He held his hand out and summoned the distinctive lube that they now used. Setting it to the side, he began dropping hot, wet kisses along his husband¡¦s back down to the swell of his buttocks. ¡§Did you think to excite my blood until I lost control and took you like some lust-crazed animal?¡¨ He smirked as he heard Harry¡¦s answering moan. He bit lightly on the firm globe beneath his lips, delighting in the obscene curses that spilled from such sinfully innocent lips. ¡§It¡¦s working, Harry.¡¨ He licked the hurt as he reached down for the jar.

He quickly dipped his fingers into the lube and prepared his lover, not as thoroughly as he usually did, but enough to keep the man from being in pain. Quickly, he applied the slick mixture to his shaft, hissing in pleasure as he stroked. ¡§What you do to me, Harry,¡¨ he sucked his breath in through clenched teeth as he lined himself up with the twitching entrance, ¡§is beyond sin. It¡¦s heaven and hell all at once ¡V and Merlin, help me, but I can¡¦t get enough¡K¡¨

His words died as Harry began to answer him ¡V sweet Merlin ¡V was that parseltongue? He fought to keep from coming as the sibilant words slid over him, caressing his skin as surely as it was his mate¡¦s hands, urging him on, pushing him for more. ¡§Fuck, Harry¡Kdon¡¦t¡Kstop. Keep talking¡K¡¨ His breath left him as Harry surged backwards, impaling himself on Severus¡¦s hard cock. Both men shouted at the sensation of filling and being filled.

Harry began to babble, not aware that he was speaking the ancient snake language, ¡§Yes, Severus. Hard and fast, love. Please, more¡K¡¨ Severus felt his last bit of control slip from his hold, and he began thrusting wildly, striving and straining to reach that wonderful place¡K Somewhere, his mind whispered that it would be bad form to orgasm before his mate, but his body didn¡¦t ¡V couldn¡¦t ¡V care. One hand gripped the boy¡¦s hip, surely leaving finger-shaped bruises while the other hand flitted restlessly along Harry¡¦s back and chest, his hip and thigh.

Harry was so close. Severus was fucking him like a savage, and he loved it. The loss of control was strangely arousing. He pushed back harder against the man, trying to take more of him inside. Fingers bit into his hip, but he didn¡¦t care. It felt too good at the moment, and he needed release too badly. Another hand snaked around his body, twisting his nipple harshly, causing him to pant and moan. He just needed one thing, and he would be there.

He worked his hands under his chest, bracing them on the arm of the sofa as he lifted his chest. He surged back, not stopping until his arse and back was nestled against his husband¡¦s body. He turned his head as Severus pushed forward, and gave him what he wanted. Lips and tongues met in a fierce battle, dueling not for dominance, but for relief. It was rough, and both men were sure that they tasted the slightly metallic tang of blood, but it was just what was needed. Harry exploded, strands of pearly, white fluid spurting from his cock to land on the cushions and end table. He swallowed an inhuman roar as Severus succumbed to the clenching around his cock and followed suit, filling his husband with his essence.

They stayed that way for several long moments before Severus gently pulled out and shifted, collapsing on the sofa and pulling Harry down on his chest. Lips found his, and he found himself shattered by the love and tenderness conveyed through the kiss. ¡§Gods, Harry, I love you. I wasn¡¦t too hard, was I?¡¨ he murmured against the other¡¦s mouth.

Harry lifted up enough to look at his lover, ¡§I love you, too. And no, it ¡V you ¡V were perfect. Now, hush. I¡¦m tired.¡¨ Severus chuckled. Anything else could surely wait until after a short nap.

Past ¡V Monday morning:

Severus swallowed a sigh of annoyance as the young man flagged him down. ¡§Sn¡KSeverus, I¡¦m glad I caught you,¡¨ Peter began brightly, ¡§I had hoped to get a chance to talk to you before we left¡K¡¨

Severus, resigned to the fact that he would have to talk to the Marauder, ground out, ¡§What did you need to see me about?¡¨

Peter smiled shyly. So, Severus wanted to play it coy, did he? He could do that. ¡§I wanted to thank you for all you did, and to talk to you about what happened.¡¨

¡¥Bloody-fucking-wonderful,¡¦ Severus thought. ¡¥Now, I have to play Muggle psychologist to a traumatized Gryffindor.¡¦ He answered, ¡§Yes, well, you¡¦re welcome. I really don¡¦t have time right now to talk¡K¡¨

Peter cut in excitedly, ¡§That¡¦s all right. We can meet in Hogsmeade, say, Thursday night? We¡¦ll make it dinner and drinks.¡¨

Severus fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. ¡§I suppose¡K¡¨

¡§Wonderful. I¡¦ll see you there at 7:00?¡¨ At Severus¡¦s reluctant nod, Peter bounced up on his toes and gave the dark haired man a kiss on the cheek. ¡§I¡¦ll see you then...,¡¨ and he was off.

Severus stood there in shock. ¡¥What the hell¡K?¡¦ Just then, Harry (Alex, his mind supplied) came around the corner and slid his arms around Severus¡¦s waist. ¡§There you are. I was wondering where you got to¡K¡¨ Thoughts of Peter fled his mind as Harry snuggled into him.

Peter raced along the stone corridors, smiling and laughing. He had a date ¡V a DATE ¡V with his love! His plans were working out perfectly.

**Later that day**
Lily bit the inside of her lip as she and James made their way down to Hogsmeade. School was over, and it was time for the students to leave. She wanted more time with Harry, but she knew it wasn¡¦t possible. James seemed to feel the same way. Remus and Sirius were slightly ahead, flirting and laughing with each other. Peter, who had been in an uncharacteristic good mood for some reason, was dragging behind, watching them with now unsmiling eyes. James thought that the boy was just sad to be finished with school. Lily wasn¡¦t so sure.

Harry blinked back tears as he watched his parents leave for the train. He hoped to see them again, but he didn¡¦t know. Severus stood behind him, slightly to the side. He smiled a little when he felt the man¡¦s hand nudge his and long fingers intertwine with his own. He was so lucky. He had gotten the chance to know his parents as people, made friends with his godfathers, and had fallen in love with and married (although somewhat accidentally) the most wonderful man he could imagine.

He still couldn¡¦t remember anything after finding out he was a wizard, but he found that it really wasn¡¦t that important, anymore. He sighed and shifted toward his mate.

Severus looked around, happy to see the school empty for once. He stepped closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around the young man¡¦s body. ¡§None of those, love,¡¨ he said as he wiped a tear from Harry¡¦s cheek, ¡§You¡¦ll see them again.¡¨

Harry turned and pressed his face into Severus¡¦s shoulder. ¡§I know. I just¡KI just don¡¦t know when¡K¡¨ the last word was almost wailed out as sobs took over. Severus tightened his hold, running a hand up and down his mate¡¦s back in an effort to comfort him.

¡¥Anything,¡¦ he silently promised his spouse, ¡¥I¡¦ll do anything to stop your pain.¡¦ Little did he know just what that ¡¥anything¡¦ would entail.