Death Eater Takes a Holiday

Chapter 34






Chapter 34 Surreptitious
Activities

Albus continued to chant the ancient spells that would be in place to
protect Harry in his home. The other four men echoed his words, strengthening
the wards. The men stood at the furthest parts in the home, each at one of the
five points, with a beam of light ensuring they stood in the correct area.
After several minutes the chanting stopped abruptly. Harry had been worried he
wouldn’t know when to stop, and be the only one still saying spe spell. Albus
had assured hot tot to worry, and that he would instinctively know when to
stop. Harry worried regardless, but apparently for nothing as all was going
well. In silence, the five walked to the center of the main room, the lights
all the while still shining on them, guiding the men to their respective
places. With a nod from Filius, a new chant was begun. The Wards were weaving
nicely. Harry listened to the words; he could hear each distinctive voice.
Severus\' rich baritone reverberated through him. Concentrating on every syllable
enunciated, Harry hadn\'t even realized his obsession with Sev\'s voice had his
whole mind focused on the words being said, thus strengthening the Wards being
formed.

With Hogwarts’ most powerful wizards working on the wards, Albus anticipated
great results. Arthur cared for Harry as he would a family member; that depth
of caring made up for his magical strength not measuring up to the other three
wizards’ power. They could feel the Wards being set in place as the magic
weaved its way through Harry\'s home. Having initiated the Warding, and being
the powerful wizard that he was, Albus could actually see the magical fibers
knitting together to form the powerful barrier. He continued to chant the
incantation, watching the various colors of magical threads weaving together.
He was quite pleased to see that the portion of the weave coming from Harry\'s
wand was indeed very vibrant. Harry would be a very strong wizard when he came
into his full power, and if his portion of the Wards were any indication, Harry
would someday surpass his own magical abilities. This would be a long way away,
given that Albus has had 140 + years more to perfect his craft, but eventually…

Just as before, the chanting stopped abruptly and the Warding was almost
complete. The last step was to set the Anti-Apparition spells. Harry and his
guardian, Albus, had discussed the Warding the week prior and agreed that Albus
would have his magical signature wound into the Wards, allowing him to Apparate
into the apartment directly. It was customary for the witches or wizards taking
part in the Warding to back away from the circle during this portion, as it
would be rude to assume to have such an honor.

The five men took a few steps closer to the center of the room. Close enough
to clasp the hands of the wizard at each side. Harry\'s left hand was taken into
Severus\' right. It was very warm from the spell casting, or maybe it was just
Harry\'s imagination. The man made him feel warm all over. With great effort,
Harry stopped thinking about wanting to feel heat from Sev, and concentrated on
the Anti-Apparition spells. It was the shortest spell of the series and Harry t Art Arthur give his hand a squeeze before letting go and stepping back.
Filius, who was between Arthur and Albus, had also stepped out of the circle.
Severus pulled his hand from Albus\' grasp, but found Harry to be holding on
with force. He looked over to Harry, looking for confirmation, unsure if Harry
knew what this meant. Harry didn\'t meet his gaze, but walked closer to Albus to
close the circle. Albus on the other hand, didn\'t seem the least bit surprised
that Harry wasn\'t letting go of Severus during this process, which would allow
all three of them the ability to Apparate directly into Harry\'s home. If the
other two men were taken aback, they didn\'t let on. Filius had started putting
two and two together weeks ago, but was keeping quiet. He had remembered the
morning Severus looked well shagged, and later after the holiday wver,ver, and
they were adults again, Filius once again remembered Snape\'s sexual preference.
It was Severus\' hissy-fit after the holiday that convinced him it had to have
been Harry. Arthur simply assumed it was Severus\' place in the Order and as spy
that had earned him this right.

Having cast more magic in one hour then he had in the last month, Harry\'s
hands were hot, and practically vibrating, yet he still had missed the warmth
of Sev\'s hand in his when they were done with the Warding. He was suddenly
grateful for the food choices for the afternoon. He had thought since it was a
nice summer day, to serve light foods, nothing too heavy, maybe some
sandwiches, cold potato soup and fruit. But Hermione had other plans. She had
read in the chapter regarding Warding that foods commonly served were just the
opposite. Hearty foods with substance, in other words, comfort foods. Harry had
argued that it was only a guideline, and he could serve whatever he wanted as
the host, but she had been insistent that there was almost always a reason for
things, even if they couldn\'t see it at the time.

Harry had to admit, she had been right. Participating in a Warding was
taxing; it took much magical energy. He wanted nothing more than to dive
into the lunch he\'d prepared and eat the whole thing, guests be damned. A hand
gently squeezing his forearm interrupted his deliberation of food. Albus was
saying something, but he\'d missed the first few words, or was it sentences? A
clear vial was placed in his hands and Harry took a small sip as directed by
his wise guardian.

"This will help you recoup some of your magical energy," said
Albus, corking the vial. Harry looked around the room; Severus and Arthur were
entering the room, bringing back the table that had been cleared out. \'When
had they left the room?\' he wondered. Albus chuckled. "When you are
more experienced with your magic, Harry, you won’t feel so drained from
exerting yourself such as today," he explained.

"Alright there, Harry?" asked Arthur cheerfully, as he placed the
table in front of him. Severus grinned as Harry shook his head to clear it. He
was feeling like a child surrounded by adult wizards who had done this many
times over. He was in fact a child among them, but never before felt that way
until now. Albus gave Harry the vial to keep in case he had future use for it.
Whatever it was, it was working. Harry was feeling more himself as his energy
began to replenish. He quickly went to the kitchen to put out lunch for his
ravenous guests. The four elder men enjoyed a glass of wine in the sitting room
while Harry took care of last minute details.

Severus listened to the conversation, occasionally adding his opinion, but
mostly he watched. He watched Arthur sitting perfectly relaxed on the sofa next
to him, he watched Albus offer a hand to Filius who was doing his best to get
up on the matching loveseat, to no avail. Mostly he watched Harry. Severus had
selected his seat for the view. He faced the others, but also had a good view
of the kitchen behind them. It had been a rough time for both of them since the
holiday. Severus had been an arse, and Harry seemed to have reverted back to
the self-conscious boy of his earlier years. It was the last few days that the
younger wizard had returned to his usual coolness. Harry breezed throughout the
kitchen with ease, taking hot biscuits from the oven, pouring beverages into
pitchers. He was once again the confidant young man Severus met on holiday.
Harry was wearing casual robes of slate blue, his hair once again short, as it
had been before the Formal. Severus had to admit he preferred Harry\'s muggle
clothes. They displayed his body far better than robes could. The other men
were better dressed for the occasion, not formal of course, but robes
appropriate for a nice dinner out.
Harry hosted the traditional Warding. Severus had been impressed with
Harry\'s knowledge as to what to do, the foods to serve. With the exception of
his choice of clothes. He thought it unlikely Harry owned many robes. Most of
his day was spent in school robes, and Harry wore muggle clothes while not in
class. Chances were, his few robes were casual with the exception of the deep
blue dress robes he wore the night of the dance.

Thoughts of Harry straddling his lap in said formal robes had Severus
shifting his position on the sofa. Oh, how persistent he\'d been, trying to get
Severus worked up. Chuckling at the thought of Harry working against the potion
to get him aroused earned him looks of curiosity from Arthur and Filius. The
tall, dark man gave no clue. They knew better than to ask, as no answer would
be coming. Albus sipped his wine, concealing his ‘I told you so’ smile.

Deep obsidian eyes roamed toom,oom, taking in the décor. He had to stop
watching Harry, since Albus had noticed where his attention was, and the old
wizard was looking a little too smug for Severus\' taste. Not to mention, if he
kept watching Harry, he wouldn’t be able to will away the hard-on threatening
to tent his robes. Unfortunately, the décor wasn’t much to keep his mind from
Harry\'s sleek body. The rooms were fairly basic and simple. The sitting room
had the sofa he was sitting on, and a matching love seat. Both were in a
pattern so worn it was hard to distinguish if it was a paisley or floral print.
The coffee table was also showing wear. The fireplace mantel was bare with the
exception of the Floo powder box Arthur had gifted Harry. Severus was starting
to feel regret for having purchased Harry a set of scales for his potions. He\'d
apparated to a specialty shop he loved in Italy, to pick up atle tle of extra
virgin olive oil as a gift. He\'d always given it at Wardings. The gift should
be something that represents you, and his love for cooking made it the perfect
gift, but this morning his was still caught up in his anger. The last thing he
wanted to think about was virginity, even if it was oil.

Severus hadn\'t missed the look Albus had given him when he\'d arrived with
the scales. The reason Severus had been invited to several Wardings was Albus\'
doing. When muggle-born couples married, they had no magical relatives to call
on for the ceremony. Usually Albus was asked for this, and he always selected
Severus as one of the other four. Severus had thought it was Albus\' way to get
him out of the dungeons and into a social setting that didn\'t involve Death
Eaters.

Lunch was superb. Harry had outdone himself. He served salad, beef stew with
biscuits, Shepard\'s pie, corn on the cob, and asparagus. The men ate their fill
with gusto, having built such an appetite from their magical exertions. Harry
noted, despite their enthusiasm, there was no lack of manners as they followed
proper etiquette. Aunt Petunia had been strict about proper table manners, but
having spent most the year at Hogwarts surrounded by classmates, it was easy to
slip into poor habits. He quickly put his napkin on his lap, having noticed
Albus doing the same.

Feeling nearly ready to explode, Harry was gratefur hir his decision of a
lighter dessert. A large platter of fruit ahocohocolate was placed on the
table. He had wanted to serve something he knew Sev liked. The platter had thin
slices of honeydew and cantaloupe melons, large ripe strawberries, and assorted
chocolate truffles around the edge of the plate. Harry didn\'t miss the
delighted look on Severus\' face, even if it had been fleeting. Arthur
complimented Harry on a wonderful lunch, promising to sing his praises to Molly
when he returned. Filius couldn\'t reach, but flawlessly summoned several pieces
of fruit to his plate. Harry was unsure if he should pick up his sliced melon
or use a fork, so he settled on popping a truffle into his mouth until he saw
how the others ate.

Filius cut up his food, but that could have been because it wouldn\'t fit in
his mouth any other way. Severus, always poised and dignified, cut his melon
before placing small pieces into his mouth. Albus, on the other hand, had
bitten right into the center of the melon. It looked like a big green smiley
face. Deciding on the appropriate manners took a back seat when Harry felt a
leg brush against his. He told himself it could have been an accident until it
happened again. Severus had barely looked in Harry\'s direction unless the
conversation called for it. Harry could hardly keep his eyes off tall, dark and
sexy as he treated himself to a truffle. Albus was thrilled to see Severus
enjoying dessert. He had no idea how much Severus was going to enjoy it.

"Any grandchildren on the way, Arthur?" asked Severus. It was
unlike him to ask Mr. Weasley a personal question; Harry wondered why the
sudden interest.

"Not yet, still have to marry them off. Looks as Ron and Hermione will
be our first bet, if he proposes as we expect he\'ll do after Auror
training."

Severus nodded with a smile. Harry was now very curious, but once again his
thoughts were thwarted by Sev\'s actions. Harry watched with interest as long
slender fingers picked up the largest strawberry on the platter. As the
colossal berry entered Sev\'s mouth, Harry could see a tongue slide out to lick
the bottom just before biting down; red droplets slid down his chin. Harry
thought for sure he would see that tongue again, licking off the juice. It
would certainly be his undoing, but Severus never ceased to amaze him as he
politely dabbed his chin clean of the offending red droplets.

Harry didn\'t notice at first that when Severus put his napkin back on his
lap, his hand did not return to the table. Instead, he kept his hand on his
leg, which was already dangerously close to Harry\'s. He was starting to wish
he\'d worn trousers under his robes to keep things under control as it were, but
Hermione had insisted that he keep with traditions and wear wizarding robes as
they were meant to be worn. She had read that the loose fitting clothes allowed
magic to flow around you, thus enabling your magic to be better channeled to
where you wanted it. It was the reason the first Olympic athletes were nude,
but when clothes were later introduced, it was decided to allow the muggles to
take over the events.

mem memories of Hermione\'s boring lectures about wizarding traditions
hadn\'t helped keep the blood from rushing to his groin. The hand Severus kept
on his leg had moved, slightly brushing against Harry\'s thigh. Severus smirked,
not at the joke Filius was telling, but at the shiver he caused in younger man
next to him. Harry couldn\'t keep his fork from shaking, so he gave up on the
fruit and settled on sipping his drink. He had been drinking pumpkin juice and
was considering wine, but was afraid that the wine would get him into trouble.
He didn\'t trust himself not to do something he would regret later, like
thrusting his tongue down Sev\'s throat in front of his other guests.

Harry tried his best to keep up with the conversation, but the hand so near
to him had moved again. A rogue pinky finger was sliding back and forth onto
his thigh. It was all he could do to answer Arthur\'s questions about …about
whatever it was the man was asking. Before long Filius was nearing the punch
line of another joke. Severus moved his full hand to the muscled thigh next to
his. A gasp from Harry was well concealed with perfect timing to the group\'s
laughter in response to the joke. Severus silently commended him for his quick
recovery, as Harry evened out his breathing. Severus squeezed his hand, feeling
the quadriceps beneath tighten in response. Harry’s leg muscles were so well
defined; Sev could feel each individual muscle on the hard thigh he was
exploring. Harry finally relaxed a bit, his legs softening to the touch. Sev
rewarded him with feather light touches. The long, slender fingers stretched
out and curled back again, caressing the sensitive skin through the slate blue
robes. Harry held his glass a little tighter than necessary as the hand slid at
an agonizingly slow pace up his inner thigh. Harry grabbed one of the last
strawberries in an attempt to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. But
Sev was ruthless, and his timing impeccable as always. As Harry\'s pearly whites
bit into the berry, Sev’s hand found its destination. Harry moaned around the
berry. In his shock, realizing the moan had come from his own mouth, Harry
nearly clasped a hand over his mouth, but thinking quickly made it look as if
the juice running down his chin had surprised him. Having wiped the juice on
the back of his hand, Harry saw the other men chuckling at his antics. He then
remembered his manners and grabbed a napkin.

Sevestilstilled his hand while Harry gained reasonable composure, but didn\'t
allow him much time before again stroking him through the robes. Harry\'s member
was now rock hard and twitching at the touch. Part of his mind was thinking
that he might need to stand up soon if his guests moved to leave, but the other
part of his mind was gone, lost in the sensation of his previous Potions Master
fondling him beneath the table. It was all he could do not to whimper and
thrust into the man\'s hand. Severus had curled his foot around Harry\'s ankle,
pulling his legs slightly apart, allowing better access. Severus deftly opened
a button, allowing just enough opening for Harry to spring free of the one
layer of fabric keeping them from the marvelous feeling of skin on skin contact.
Harry had been so close he nearly came when he felt the contact of Sev\'s now
hot hand curl around him. It was not the hand of the eighteen year old he\'d
slept with during holiday. Severus\' hand was large and now noticeably more
skilled for the task. What little brain activity left on Harry\'s part was
conscious enough to think to have his napkin well placed, though the table
linens nicely shielded his lap from view. The strong grip wrapped around his
hardness continued its leisurely pace, every so often sliding a thumb over the
head of the now dripping cock. Harry\'s shaking hand filled his glass again. He
wondered how the Hell Severus managed to sit there, calm and collected, as if
he wasn\'t wanking off the host in front of his co-workers and the young man\'s
guard who who was also his boss.

He was so close, and began shifting in his seat for a few moments. The urge
to pump his hips was getting unbearable. Harry realized that he\'d been out of
the conversation for quite some time now when Arthur gave him a peculiar look.
Harry smiled weakly and did his best to pay attention to what Filius was
saying. It was nearly impossible to even comprehend what was being said, but
Harry had regained focus long enough to know that he\'d never manage a discreet
climax. He\'d had much practice, living in Hogwarts’ dorms, especially the first
three or so years before they’d learned a silencing charm, but to keep his face
expressionless was something he wasn\'t willing to attempt. Maybe in front of
his friends after they had a few, but in front of Albus, Filius and Mr.
Weasley, it was out of the question.

Severus had been ruthless. The moment he realized Harry was thinking again
he picked up the pace, taking Harry very near the edge. Harry spilled his drink
across the table, and stood quickly to prevent the spill from going over the
side of the table onto anyone\'s robes. Luckily, Severus grabbed hold of Harry\'s
robes, pulling them as he stood. What would have been a large embarrassment was
conveniently back in his robes. The men\'s attention had been on the spill, so
no one noticed the raging hard-on their host was sporting.

"Why don\'t we move this into the sitting room, and I\'ll bring in some
tea?" suggested Harry nervously.

"You go ahead Harry, I\'ll take care of this," Severus said kindly.
This earned him odd looks from the two men who were unaccustomed to Severus
Snape being kind; Albus was the exception. The Headmaster led them all away
from the kitchen with a new topic of conversation. The kitchen had a swinging
door that had been propped open earlier by a rock. Gliding into the kitchen,
Sev casually knocked the doorstop out of the way, allowing the creaking door to
swing closed behind him. He grunted slightly when the door hit him in the arse
on the way in. Harry\'s chuckle was stifled when strong arms wrapped around him.
"What\'s wrong, Harry, couldn\'t pull it off?" teased Sev in his ear.

"I thought that was your job?" he replied with a grin. "I
could be quiet, but I couldn\'t have kept a stht fht face."

"Lucky for me, you’re not straight." Sev sucked on an earlobe.
"Let’s see how quiet you can be." Severus reached into the still
unbuttoned robes. Harry let out a sigh, leaning back against the taller wizard.
With no audience, Harry was back at the edge of climax in no time. Severus
continued to worry his earlobe between his lips and teeth, quickening the pace
of his strokes to match the quickening of Harry\'s panting. Hot breaths against
his neck sent Harry\'s mind into a spin. The deep voice was his undoing.
"Come for me, Harry."

He did. Harry pressed his head back against Severus\' chest, silently
convulsing in orgasm.

Before Harry could get his bearings, Sev had wiped him off with a napkin,
tucked him in, and closed the button of his robe. The kitchen door made a
creaking sound as it opened. A hoot could also be heard.

"It looks as though Hedwig has found her new home; she has a letter for
yoarryarry," said Albus, entering the kitchen. Harry startled, and took a
double take of his appearance. He looked fine, and Severus was standing several
feet away. \'When did he get over there?\' Harry wondered. He had been
neatened up so fast; he hardly knew how he was standing. His knees still shook
slightly. "Ah, Severus, are you tasting the sweets Harry is serving ahead
of the rest of the guests?" teased Albus, seeing him suck on a finger.
Severus nodded and hummed in confirmation around the cum-covered digit.

"Mm – hmm,"

Harry\'s eyes almost bugged out of his head at the sight of Severus sucking
on his finger, with Albus speaking to him as if he were a seven year old caught
with his hand in the cookie jar. He stared, stock still, at the tall, dark and
discreet man wiping his hands on a napkin. Harry still hadn\'t made a sound. He
was still trying to even out his breathing before he could get his mind around
thet tht that Albus was in the room, and only a moment earlier he\'d been held
up by a wall of heat while coming in Sev\'s hand.

Severus was one cool cucumber. With a wave of his wand, the tea was ready. A
swish and flick and Harry was holding a tray of biscuits. The weight of his
snowy owl on his shoulder brought Harry back to reality.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Severus was unsure if he\'d been referring to the tray of
biscuits, or not. He winked and followed Albus out of the kitchen, leaving
Harry to catch up.