You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You

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After a couple more days, the trio were allowed home. They took Dobby with them. Harry tried to give the Elf a corner of the nursery to live in that had been made elf size, but Dobby set up his lodgings under a shelf in the kitchen to a raised eyebrow and a shrug from his employer and he heated the feeds and cooked dinner and did laundry and watered the garden and wielded a vacuum cleaner far too big for him and was all-round a god-send as Harry grew bigger and Severus learned to cope with a baby. Harry’s birthday was a quiet affair this year, cards and presents owled into school and redirected by Albus when Dobby ‘popped’ back to Hogwarts twice a week.

There was a heatwave in early August that laid Harry out. Severus left him with little Amanda and stepped out to the shops, returning with cold beer,(“Sorry, Harry. Don’t hate me”) and a couple of desk fans. Severus’s slip with the beer was instantly forgiven as the cool draught washed over him. For the next three weeks he lived splayed out on the bed in front of the fan set to full bore until the heat retreated to rain, then Harry awakened a bit more, but was now huge. Between feeds and the other myriad demands of a very young baby, Severus usually saw to the requests of his lover. Harry was having a much more difficult pregnancy over all displaying a wider variety of symptomatic behaviours.

They both panicked over his Braxton-Hicks contractions that Severus hadn’t experienced and ended up another night in the medical wing. Then, just after the new school year had started, Harry folded over himself as breakfast was being prepared. Severus lifted his beloved into sitting position, concern writ large on his face as he held him.

Harry grimaced after the next seizure hit him, “I think these are the real thing”, he gasped, “Time me, Severus”. His husband winced, the memory of the pain still fresh, “Slightly less than fifteen minutes apart. I think we should get going”. They held each other close, their children would be brought up as twins or so they hoped, then both gripped the portkey and they were on the ground outside the familiar gates.

Minerva once again greeted them, but now school was in full session and they had to be even more careful. Harry, gritting his teeth from another contraction, hid them both beneath the Cloak and they went up to school and the hospital wing slowly. Poppy welcomed her favourite charge in with a grin then sequestered herself alone with him while she checked him over. “You’re over six centimetres dilated so your contractions are under fifteen minutes apart?” Harry relaxed into the Medi-Witch’s care, “Yeah, about twelve or so”, as another convulsed him. He emerged, gasping, and had to get up and pace about a bit, stretching his back and doing random deep stretches, then noting the loose pyjamas he had on, decide to launch into as full a kata as he could manage in his condition. Poppy made to stop him but her hand was stayed by Severus. “He needs the exercise like I needed the rest”, and they allowed the dance to proceed unimpeded. Poppy was impressed by the boy’s range of movement. She heard a murmured, “He truly is a force of nature”, from his husband and couldn’t help but agree, with tears in her eyes, as Harry bowed at the end of the session and went off to shower.

Severus winked at the healer and followed. They pleasured each other under the warm water, they could only manage mutual wanks for now, but their sexual strength was just biding it’s time, then Severus sank to his knees and turned Harry to jelly with his mouth as his orgasm and a much stronger contraction hit at the same time making Harry swoon against his beloved who held him up and helped him ride the feeling.

After the screaming and the agony and the sweating and the straining and the pushing and the crowning and another big push and then there was another Potter-Snape in the world and it was a boy.

A lustily screaming boy. A boy that they both fell in love with instantly as they gazed into his eyes, that were open right from his birth, his little fists raised in fighting mode, the eyes the mirror of Harry’s. Severus threw his arms around his exhausted love, “We both got it wrong”, then chuckled into Harry’s slumped shoulder and lifted him against a strong shoulder, “What is it, Harry?”. Harry wasn’t very coherent but he forced his thoughts out, “We don’t do primogeniture. We share what we have. None o’that first son bollocks, right?”, he mumbled before he succumbed to sleep once more. Severus was proud of his young love as he held him, all sorts of images tumbling in his head, mainly peaceful, he forced down the others that threatened the peace they shared as a family.

Harry’s anxiety softened when his son was placed in his arms the following day, “Alexander Jason Potter-Snape, you have yet to meet your sister, Amanda Juliet, but you will, hopefully tomorrow, if the doctor lets us go home”, this last a pointed little jibe to the Medi-Witch who had just entered. She rolled her eyes and once again dowsed her patients and declared them fit for travel, but tomorrow. They sent word to Dobby who was competently caring for Amanda although Severus missed her sorely with an aching longing anchored deep within his body. He decided that this was instinct, the maternal instinct of which he had heard tell, and couldn’t wait to get home to her.

They were released the following day with hugs and kisses from Poppy, Minerva and Ginny and Portkeyed home. They were all together for the first time and Harry revelled in it, “We’re a family, Severus. Tell me a unit that is harder to break with evil or coercion, and when you wonder at the machinations of evil, consider those of love, we are all tied by blood and love. Which would you rather die fighting for? The abstract of good versus evil or the fact that someone wants to kill your flesh and blood. Your tiny children, defenceless babies. We both wanted this otherwise it wouldn’t have happened so quickly”. Severus hid his face, “Yes, Harry, I did want this. Perhaps this is why I caught so fast”. Harry grinned, “Oh, yes”, and lifted Severus’ face to his and kissed him properly, looking deep into obsidian eyes. “I know it took me a bit longer, but I’ve learned to be paranoid”. Severus kissed him, “I knew from the first time I kissed you properly that there was some Magic at work, and the first time I made love to you......well, you can imagine all the negatives floating around in my head?”

Harry shook his dazed head and laughed softly, “Oh, no, I had quite set myself up to seduce you. I can’t remember the catalyst, but the next night after my decision then we were wanking each other in the Astronomy Tower under the Cloak and then I was in your bed. I was totally amazed when you said that, when you invited me back for the night”. Severus smiled, “I remember thinking at the time that my mouth wasn’t obeying my brain, but rather my groin, although I have never regretted my decision to take you to my bed or any of the other stuff, despite how scary it appears. I love you, Harry and I always will”. Harry melted into the kisses and let them take him, “Love you too, my Severus”, he murmured before reason fled and lust took over as they were back in their own bed, a suitable nurse taking care of the children for the night as their parents gently renewed their love for each other, biting back loud cries as each came in each other’s mouths and held each other as the dawn lit them with her early colours.

The day was brighter as they surfaced breathing each other in then tongues substituted for breath and they were kissing, drinking each other down, and Harry was overcome despite his weakened state. He was driven by lust and his willing man capitulated spreading himself, allowing himself to be taken, partnered to the love of his life in the eternal dance as Harry fucked him, cautiously at first then lost himself in the immediacy of the moment as a hot mouth closed over his neck and licked and sucked him to pleasurable oblivion as he thrust, carefully at first then sped it up, the urgency making them grip and grab, hands everywhere all over each other as the heat built then the crash and burn as first one then the other shouted and cried their love to the rafters as they came forcefully over and into each other moaning random love stuff until they both crashed out. Dobby had the whole baby thing worked out and had hugs and feed prepared so the boys need not be disturbed.

A few weeks passed and life was very different for them, but Dobby was an enormous help. Their days started to assume a shape, slow loving then a shower and exercise in the morning, both were determined to get back in shape. Harry taught Severus the ‘Salute to the sun’, and Severus helped Harry improve his front crawl style at the swimming baths and they both bought bicycles. The afternoons were spent with the children, usually a walk in the park with the little ones bundled up in a double buggy.

Joyce had been most upset when she hadn’t received an invitation to the wedding, “Ye know me an’ Tony’s got nah problem wit’ ye bein’ gay. An’ it would have given me a chance ti wear mi weddin’ hat”, but she melted when she was introduced to the youngsters, “So how did yi work dis one out, they look very like you both?”. Harry blushed, “We had surrogates. Looked after the ladies well and now we have our own, our very own family”, his voice softened as he joined her looking into the buggy.

“It’d be great if they could invent sumtin’ for guys like yis, to, you know, do the job on yi own, but, hey, it’s just for us ladies, the way the good Lord designed us”. They took their leave of her and chuckled as they turned the corner, “Oh Joyce, if you did but know”, Severus murmured, “Actually I feel a bit of a shit not inviting those two”. Harry grinned at him, “Well maybe we should make it up to them, take them out to dinner somewhere or something”. Severus grinned at his husband and pecked his hair as they entered the park, “Damn fine idea”.

The autumn dropped it’s leaves on them and the ground froze as the first term of the year passed them all by as their family bonds grew stronger. Although they practiced no cast magic, they worked on their telepathy skills and thereby improved their Occlumency skills. Harry found the teaching a lot different to his fifth year, now he was in love with his teacher who would project mini-movies of what he was thinking for Harry to block, but sometimes the images were just too sexy to ignore and Harry would pounce and act them out, including the one where he had that wicked demon of a husband tied with soft silk scarves to the four corners of the bed and fucked him into a boneless heap on the mattress.

Harry worked them both hard on weaponless fighting and Severus was an eager student. He enjoyed the yoga too, feeling his core strengthen and stretch out in time, his balance improve. He had never thought of himself in physical terms preferring the cerebral, but as he glanced at himself in the mirror he had to admit, he wasn’t in bad shape for his age and his young husband seemed to heartily approve, a lot, considering the amount of sex they had. Childbirth had diminished neither of their appetites, increased them if possible and Severus wallowed in the haze of the sexually sated. While his body was hardening to the task of war ahead, his brain was a porridge of love and lust.

As the year was warming up again towards spring, Severus was starting to fret, he was strong again, stronger even. Harry was beginning to become restless. They needed to be back at school again. They desperately wanted to try out any new Magic they shared. They had sent messages and letters and were expected back after Easter. They booked a holiday by the sea for the five of them, (including Dobby) and had chilly but windswept walks on empty beaches, doing their exercises in the open air, creating steam all around them. They still did no cast Magic.

Both were anxious as to how their union would be presented, indeed, where they would all live. They had all agreed that, for now, Aurora Sinistra would continue to act as Head of Slytherin House as Severus could no longer be on call twenty four hours a day. They were coming back to school with conditions attached. Their conditions. And one of them was to have their spare time as a family. Another was larger apartments with windows. They would attend lunch in the Hall but breakfast and the evening meal would be spent in their chambers which would have the status of a ‘Protected Section’ and warded accordingly. They had decided to return heads held high and out, “It’s the only way to do this. I mean the children will be with us and everything. The other alternative is to just run away and hide forever”, Harry finished in a small voice.

Severus kissed his bond-mate’s hair and held him tight, “I know just what you mean”, he murmured, “How about Outer Mongolia? I hear it’s very pleasant at this time of year”. This made Harry laugh, “D’you know when I’m happiest, Severus?”, he mumbled into his beloved’s shoulder, “It’s when we’re just like this, holding on for dear life and the love just flows. I could die a happy man right now”. Severus lifted Harry away far enough so they could look into each other’s eyes, “Oi, enough talk about dying, but, yes, these are the times I enjoy most with you”, he settled Harry back in his arms and sunk his lips into messy brown hair once more, but each time his kisses landed, Harry had tipped his head back a little further, over forehead and nose dropped the lips until Harry’s were opened under his and he moaned at the touch and taste of Harry’s tongue, so eager against his own and he drowned in the sensation as they slowly kissed, the blue light of passion wound around them but both were completely oblivious as arms tightened around each other and the kiss didn’t break, both accustomed to the intensity as their bodies wound around each other and the kiss went on, an inner dialogue, silent to the world, passing between them.

‘I could fucking eat you alive’

‘I want you so far inside me, you come in my mouth’

‘I want to spank your sweet arse for tying me up and fucking me senseless’

‘Get these fucking clothes off me now!’

A purr in his mind, ‘Not a chance, but I will relieve the pressure, so to speak’

Harry felt his top button and zip being undone and sighed arching his back longing for contact with his swollen cock. Severus broke the kiss and lowered Harry’s jeans over his hips, then dipped his head suddenly, engulfing Harry’ cock in his mouth for a few delicious sucks, ‘Fuck, Harry, you are the sweetest tasting...’, then despite his earlier threat, Harry’s lower garments were roughly torn away and he was spread and prepared as he exulted, then when his beloved filled him, he cried out and clung to him as he accepted his hot length. Neither lasted, coming loudly, their eyes lovingly fixed on each other.

Panting, they lay beside each other and held on tight. Their shy grins to each other as they cooled down spoke volumes and Harry’s heart turned over. Severus grinned fit to burst, “It just gets better, doesn’t it?” Harry had to agree, melting into a heap. He could barely nod.

He just had the energy to pull Severus down for a kiss, “I’ll revise what I said earlier, this is the best time”, he grinned lopsidedly, and was kissed oblivious. As they separated, Severus murmured, “I won’t let anyone part us, Harry, my bond-mate, my own”. And Harry revelled in those words.