How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Severus woke up a short time later to find Harry already up and gone, curious as to just where his little time bomb had gotten to, he got up and went searching for him. It didn’t take him long to find Harry sitting with Grant and Allie, all three armed with notebooks and glasses of milk. He walked up behind where Harry was sitting at the camp table and dropped a kiss on the top of his head before he sat down. As soon as he was seated, Harry immediately slipped down to sit gracefully at his feet, leaning comfortably against his legs. Despite the new addition to the little group and the redesigning of the seating arrangements, the conversation never wavered; they carried on in their discussion as if nothing changed.


“What’s this?” Severus asked as he took the notebook from Harry’s hand as the younger man was trying to make a point to Grant. Severus read over Harry’s chicken scratch until it dawned on him just exactly what it was he was seeing. There were names, at least fifty, probably more, all girl names from the looks of it, so Harry was picking out names.


“Just coming up with some names for you to look at Sir,” Harry said as he smiled up into Sev’s warm black eyes.


“Actually, we are all coming up with names for my baby and for yours.” Allie interjected; she wasn’t too sure how the other man was going to react to Harry doing this without him. Severus looked up from the notebook and smiled, she breathed out in a quiet breath of relief.


“What names do you like Harry?” Severus asked as he stroked the young pregnant man’s hair. Harry looked at his hands a moment before he answered. Originally he’d thought to name the child after one of his parents, but didn’t want to upset Severus by naming a boy James, so he went on to look at his soon to be husband’s background. He knew that his family had been from Ireland, and Severus himself was named for some obscure Pope in the past, so he’d looked into Irish names. As he’d looked through the book on baby names that Allie had brought with her, he had discovered the Irish names were quite beautiful.


“If the baby is a boy, I like Liam Gabriel Snape, Devon Seamus Snape, or Nigel Shea Snape. If the baby is a girl, then I like Siobhan Maeve Snape, Duvessa Keeven Snape, or Tuala Moira Snape.” He said and waited as his mate listened silently. He was not sure if he’d done the right thing or not, but he’d enjoyed the time he’d spent with his ‘mother-in-law’ and Allie.


After a moment of going over the names in his head, Severus smiled, “I like those Harry, will you come up with others or is this the list to choose from?”


Severus had been figuring every name would be Lily this or James that, and not that he would have denied Harry that right to his lineage, he was pleased to find he had looked in other areas. Grant snorted as he tossed his notebook to the table and glared mockingly at all of them.


“I want to know what is wrong with names like Michael, Norbert, Susan, and Mary?”


Both Harry and Allie laughed as they put their notebooks away as well. Harry got a helping hand from his Severus in standing up. Sev dusted Harry’s cute little tush off while he was standing there.


“Grant, were you and Damon still planning on riding down to see your family?” Severus asked as he took the drink his submissive brought him. Instead of looking at a watch, Grant looked up into the cloud scudded sky for a moment.


“Not today, it’d mean riding after dark. I’m not comfortable with that and it makes Damon nervous if I am upset behind him on the bike.” The old man shrugged. “Thought I might go get another tattoo instead.”


The mention of a tattoo caught Severus’ attention, he knew he wanted to get a piece done on his lower back while he was out here. He looked down at Harry and rubbed the younger man’s tummy, his fingers finding and playing with the snake charm on his belly button ring.


“I think I’ll join you Grant. Harry, do you want to ride in with me?” he asked as his mate put away his pen and paper.


“You are getting a tattoo, Master?” he asked, a look that was unreadable in his eyes. He couldn’t imagine the older man actually wanting to get another tattoo after being marked for so long by Voldemort. Severus must have been reading his thoughts as he smiled and answered.


“This one is not to show I am serving anyone Harry, it is for me, simply something I have been wanting done since the end of the war.”


“Where at?”


“On my lower back Harry, I want a phoenix rising from the flames. To show that there is hope after despair.” Severus explained as he led Harry over to where his bike was parked and buckled his helmet on.


Grant followed and straddled Damon’s bike, buckling his own helmet on after starting the engine. Harry just watched the other submissive with huge eyes, he couldn’t imagine being in control of Severus’ bike. It wasn’t his place he felt, his place was riding behind his man. Allie came up behind Grant with her helmet and mounted behind him, placing her arms around his waist to let him know she was ready. Harry put his feet on the pegs and his hands on Sev’s waist and gave him a little squeeze.


It was a short ride into town to where they parked in front of one of the many tattoo shops that were set up for the Rally. Severus helped a slightly dizzy and nauseous Harry off the back of his bike. Harry promptly stumbled to the side of the building and vomited, trying to sick up whatever it was that had made him queasy.


“Oh no Sev, this isn’t good,” Allie said as she watched Harry. During her first pregnancy any time she’d been on a bike she had been violently ill, she was afraid it was going to be the same for Harry. Definitely not good this far from home, she crossed her fingers and hoped it had just been the mess he’d eaten for breakfast.


Harry stood, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and took the bottle of cold water that Severus held out to him.


“I’m sorry Sev, I don’t know what happened.” He said softly, he didn’t want to embarrass his man by his infirmities. Severus just reached out and gently rubbed his back and pulled him into a loose embrace.


“I’m not mad Harry, I just hate seeing you suffer.” He said as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. “I want you to go get some ginger ale or something for your stomach.”


Harry gratefully took the money Severus held out to him and looked in the direction that the older man pointed.


“Thank you Sir, would you like me to bring anything for you?”


“A Coke would be good Harry; I’ll be in here, so just come back when you are ready.”


While Severus and Grant walked into the shop and began to explain what they each wanted to the artists there, Harry and Allie headed down the street in search of cold drinks and things to look at. Harry was starting to feel a little better, just too hot, he wanted a place to sit and cool off.


“Why didn’t Max come into town?” he asked, he was curious about Allie and Grant coming into town without their mates.
“He wanted to stay back and look at Damon, his joints are bothering him today. I decided to ride with Grant because I hate trying to wrestle Damon’s bike by myself. It always makes me feel like I am about two seconds away from losing control of it. Next year I’ll have my own bike out here, at least that’s the plan.” She answered as they found a café with an open table on the sidewalk. Sitting down she looked Harry over and grinned.


“Morning sickness is such a bitch, and you look like you are going to do like I did the first time, only get sick when you ride.”


Harry just groaned as they ordered their drinks and toast for him.


“Merlin I hope not Allie, I’ll be in misery all the way home,” he moaned as he thought of the trip back along the route they had come out. He’d really enjoyed the trip out, but if riding was going to make him ill now, the prospect of the trip home was going to have him in near tears. He didn’t want to cause anyone trouble, especially Severus.


“We’ll figure it out Bit, don’t worry. Have you all talked about the wedding yet?” she asked as they sipped the cold drinks and watched the bikers cruise down the street. She loved coming out each year and seeing the different people and bikes. This was one of the largest gatherings of the American wizarding community that she knew of, and the funniest thing was the muggles that were clueless about what was going on under their noses.


Harry shook his head and looked thoughtful. “We haven’t talked much about it yet, but I would imagine Sev will just want something really small and quiet.”


“What do you want?”


Harry shrugged and thought a moment. “I’d like for my friends Ron and Hermione to be there, that would mean a lot to me, but Sev doesn’t care for them much. And truth be told, I am not too sure Ron would even come, I know Hermione would though.”


“Ron has a problem with you?” she asked as she ordered something to eat after thinking about it.


“Not really me, or even Sev. I mean it isn’t the fact that I’m gay that bothers Ron,” Harry sighed as he shredded one of the napkins on the table.


“Then what’s his problem?” she asked again and then snorted in derisive laughter, “Listen to me being a nosy cow, you don’t have to answer me Harry, it’s not my business.”


“It’s okay Allie. I don’t mind, it kind of helps by talking to someone besides Sev, you know?” he glanced up at her with one green eye and gave a shy smile. “He doesn’t always listen well if I am talking about my friends. He doesn’t think they deserve me.”


Allie laughed and squeezed his hand, “You know, he’s probably right.”


Harry blushed and then continued. “Ron has a problem with the fact that I am submissive to Severus, he thinks I am not man enough or something stupid like that. He’s always on at me to bend Sev over and give him a taste of what he does to me. I get so angry with him, he has no idea what happens between me and Sev. The ijit thinks Sev beats on me, rapes me and all that.”


“I have relatives like that Harry. I know what it is like. My sister called the cops on Max, she told them that I was being held hostage and was being prostituted by him.” Allie muttered as she stabbed a french fry into a pool of catsup on her platter. Harry reached over and snagged a fry from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth.


“I get so tired of defending my relationship with Severus that I want to just scream sometimes,” he groused as he motioned the waitress for a refill on his ginger ale. “You’d bloody think that that I was held under lock and key. And then to make it even better, there at Hogwarts we have to sneak around like adolescents trying to shag in the bowers. I could maybe understand the mentality in the muggle world, but to be honest, we are more open here than we are back home in our world.”


Harry sat back and drank his soda, glowering as he went over the injustices he and Severus had gone through over the past year or so. He was so glad he’d told Dumbledore to get stuffed that morning. He just hoped Severus was going to be okay with the move, he knew the older man had known no other existence other than the school and his holidays here.


“You are going to like Echo, we have a mix of everyone there, gay, straight, triads, muggle, wizard, everything, and believe it or not, most of us actually get along.” Allie laughed as she thought of home.


“What do you all have to do to be legal here?” She asked as she finished her sandwich and picked up her napkin.


Harry frowned, he had no clue. “Not sure actually, I suppose Sev knows what we need to do. Are you ready to go back?” he asked as he put money down for the bill and picked up the soda he’d ordered for Severus.


The walk back to the tattoo shop was a short one and they spent the time laughing at bad jokes and admiring good custom jobs. As they entered the shop, Harry found Severus face down on a table being worked on. The artist finishing the red of the phoenix feathers, from what Harry could see, it was going to be breathtaking. He moved over to where Grant was being inked and smiled at the image of a wild bison slowly coming into shape on his left shoulder.


“It looks great Sev,” Harry said as he handed his Master his drink and sat down to wait.