You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You

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“So where the hell is Harry?”. None of his dorm-mates had seen him. Weekend breakfasts ran longer than usual and he didn’t appear. After breakfast, they filed out to spend their leisure time as they may. Ron crept back to bed, dreaming of white blond hair and that sinful mouth, his own tongue plundering it for riches.

Harry looked down on Ron’s sleeping form a while later, then shook his shoulder, “Come on Ronnie-boy, Quidditch practice” and Ron startled into life, “Uh, what?”, he mumbled. “Up you get, lazybones, we’ve got practice in twenty minutes”. Ron rolled over and sat up, rubbing his eyes, “Where the hell were you last night?”. Harry smirked, “Well, for a portion of it, I was in the same place you were”, Ron’s brows knotted together then his face paled, “You passed me in a corridor? I could have sworn at one point I felt your Cloak touch my hand”. Harry’s smirk widened to almost Malfoy proportions, “No, Ron. I was up in the Tower”. Ron groaned, “Oh, fuck, that means you saw me and, erm....?”. Harry nodded, “And a very fine show you gave, too. No wonder I never had to come out to you, but you could have returned the compliment”.

Ron blushed to the roots of his hair, “Well, yeah, I suppose, but you’d have hexed me into next week if you knew who it was”, Harry shook his head, “Earth to Ron, how much weirder is it than me fancying Severus?. Not much in the grand scheme of things”. Still flushed, Ron cautiously enquired, “What were you doing up there anyway? Communing with the night sky?”. Harry chuckled, “Why does anyone spend time in the middle of the night in the Astronomy Tower, idiot?”. At this, Ron sunk his head in his hands, “Oh, double fuck!! He was there with you, wasn’t he? He saw everything. How can I ever look the greasy git in the face again?”. Harry’s laugh rang out, “You interrupted us, as a matter of fact, and I hid us both under the Cloak. He complimented you on your, er, attributes and how you handled Malfoy. Whoo, Ron, I never figured you for a total Dom top like that. You always did have a touch of the Master about you, though, I’m impressed”, he leaned down slightly and biffed Ron’s shoulder, “And as for facing him, I suggest you do it with a breezy smile and your head held high”.

Harry chucked Ron’s practice kit at him, “Come on, we can’t be late. Get dressed”. “Bollocks, no time to take a shower, then”, Ron sniffed dubiously at his armpits and scratched his balls then dressed himself quickly. They left the boys’ dorms and headed down into the common room to find Hermione waiting for them both, “Oh good morning to you both. I think we need to sit down and have a bit of a chat”. Harry sniggered, “Not now, ‘Mione, we’re already late for quidditch practice. See you later, yeah?”. She sighed and rolled her eyes, “You won’t get away that easily, you know”. As one they turned at the Portrait hole, “We know that”, gave each other a conspiratorial wink and left the common room.

“So where did you spend the night then?”. Ron glanced sideways at Harry who was grinning fit to burst, “Where d’you think?. He took me ‘home’ with him”. “Bloody hell, is it a torture dungeon or something?. I’ve always though that he slept hanging from the rafters suspended in chains”. Harry slapped his friend playfully, “Actually his rooms are tasteful and comfy and his bed is huge and he cooks a mean breakfast, if you must know”.

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Earlier that morning:

Harry was just under the surface of sleep and was vaguely aware of many things, that the bed he was in didn’t smell like his own, there was an arm around his middle effectively pinning him to the bed, not to mention a lean hard body pressed around his back with an impressive morning wood between the cheeks of his arse. As he surfaced fully, the previous night came back to him in full force and his eyes snapped open, his body tensing. Then he felt the arm around him tightening and open mouthed kisses along his shoulder and into his hair, “Good morning, Mr Potter. I trust you slept well”.

Harry took a deep breath and turned his head, his heart hammering in his chest, “Yes, thanks. Fuck!, what time is it?”. The dark velvet voice continued, “Fear not. You have a couple of hours before your Quidditch practice”. Harry pushed himself against Severus’ long body, “I’d far rather be riding your broom, Severus”. The older man raised up onto one elbow and looked down into Harry’s sleepy face, “I’m sure you would, but then you would be unable to ride your own, I can assure you”, he smirked and Harry grinned, “Then in that case...”, he scooted down the bed and flipped Severus onto his back and in moments had the head of the man’s cock between his lips, pinning him to the bed with his hands. This made the older man gasp and cry out particularly as he felt the engorged tip of his cock in the confines of Harry’s throat and felt him swallow and suck at the same time. Harry didn’t move his head but kept Severus clamped firmly beneath him, then carried on making swallowing motions with his throat that had him coming in short order and Harry swallowed every drop. He waited, breathing steadily through his nose until Severus had softened slightly before pulling away.

“That was incredible, Harry, where did you learn that? Or perhaps it’s better if I don’t know”, he gasped, as Harry slid back up the bed, pressing his hard-on into Severus’ hip and his tongue into his lover’s mouth where it was enthusiastically received. Severus broke the kiss, “Give an old man time to recover, you eager young pup”, then pulled Harry astride his hips to rest on top of him, holding him tight a moment. Harry was busy kissing and licking his neck, then over his jaw and finding his mouth again for a deep wet kiss. They drew apart slightly and Severus purred, “Turn around Harry and sit on my face. I want to fuck you with my tongue”.

At this, Harry moaned aloud and complied, opening his knees wide and, using his hands to brace himself either side of Severus’ torso lowered himself over the man’s mouth. Severus parted Harry’s cheeks and dove straight in, holding the lad’s hips firmly and breeching him with his wet tongue. Harry shouted out loud, a mixture of endearments and curses and moans as he rocked back and forth trying to encourage the tongue to go deeper. He felt a warm hand grasp his cock and he was in heaven, pushing alternately onto tongue or into fist. He lasted mere seconds before coming hard over Severus’ chest, calling the man’s name to the ceiling.

He was helped to roll off and gathered up in strong arms, small kisses being planted in his hair as he trembled slightly, his breathing fast and erratic, “God, Severus. That was amazing”, he gasped out and felt rather than heard the rumble of his lover’s laughter deep in his chest as he was held and petted and kissed. Secretly, Harry was delighted. Who would have thought it, Severus Snape, a cuddler?! He revelled in the attentions and burrowed deeper in the man’s arms preparing for a nap when a stinging slap on his arse jerked him awake.

“No you don’t. You have practice soon. Off you go and shower and I’ll throw us some food together. We’ve almost missed breakfast in the Hall”. With that, Harry went reluctantly to the bathroom which he was surprised to see was all gleaming white tiles with a modern shower. A voice called, “The purple unguent is for hair, the yellow for the body, towels on the far rack and a spare flannel in the top drawer of the cabinet beside the lavatory”.

Clean and dressed, Harry sat down to a cooked breakfast which he wolfed down. He sat back satisfied, “Mmm, that was delicious, thank you”. Severus cleared the plates away and Harry stood to leave feeling awkward and gauche all of a sudden until he felt arms go around him from behind and dropped his head back onto a broad shoulder. “I would very much like to continue with this little liaison but we will have to be discreet. Meet me at midnight under the big clock. Wear your Cloak”, he purred before gently squeezing Harry’s bum cheek and propelled him out of the door with a quick kiss and a wink.

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The Present

“Why won’t you kiss Malfoy?”, Harry was curious. Ron grinned, “He’s a fucking slut and he has to earn the right”. This made Harry laugh aloud, “Bloody hell, Ron. How does he do that, then?”. Ron just tapped the side of his nose, “I’ll know when the time is right. So what’s Snape like as a shag?”. Harry felt himself blush, “Bloody incredible, actually. He’s got a wicked mouth. Ron, you mustn’t tell anyone. I mean, I’ll tell ‘Mione later but, you know, particularly not Malfoy”. Ron threw his arm around his best mate, “Harry, I never tell that git anything. We just fuck or sometimes I make him blow me, but that’s it. We’re not in love or anything. If he gets too gobby then I gag him with his tie”, they both roared.

From a window, Hermione watched their progress across the grass and shook her head slightly. The girl at her shoulder murmured, “Are they together? It certainly looks like it”. They both saw Ron’s arm go around Harry then his head lean in then Harry’s howled laughter in reaction, “No. I wish it was, but I have a feeling that both are treading much more dangerous paths than that”. She glanced at the slightly taller girl, “I’m actually quite worried about them”. The other girl gave her a cool sardonic look, “You know your problem, Hermione Granger, you think too damn much. Now, what say we go somewhere quiet and try and cure you of this”. Hermione thought for a moment, “Well, there’s a few who’ve gone into Hogsmeade today, so I have an empty dormitory until tea-time”. Susan Bones nuzzled Hermione’s ear and purred, “Perfect. Lead on McDuff”.