Death Eater Takes a Holiday

For those of you who are still impressed that I\'ve updated so often…don\'t
be, I wrote a lot of this a while ago and have moved here since fanfiction.net
gave me the boot for NC17 content. ;) I am currently writing chapter 46. It
usually takes me about a week between chapters. I\'ll continue to update here
ever other day or so until I get up to where I am now. (46) Then you have to wait
like everyone else. :)

Chapter 35 Weasels Don\'t Tan

Harry walked the grounds of Hogwarts, having apparated as near as possible
from his new home. Scatterings of students dotted the grassy lawn of the school\'s
terrain. He caught sight of Neville and Ginny snogging in the gardens; Ron and
Hermione were easy to spot, they were near the place the trio liked to view
sunsets. Ron was lying down, using one arm as a pillow behind his head, while
running his fingers through his girlfriend\'s hair. Hermione rested her head on
Ron\'s belly, and watched the fluffy clouds go by. He would have continued on,
allowing them privacy, but it was the last chance they would have to lounge on
the lawns as students. Ron and Hermione would have the next two weeks to be
together, until she went to school and Ron entered Auror training.

"Hey," said Harry, lazily sitting beside his friends.

"How was your Warding?" they asked in unison. Harry sniggered at
them. They were an adorable couple. Harry had been telling them the last few
days, that since he could no longer have public displays with Severus, he would
live vicariously through them. Hermione pulled him close so he could rest his
head on her. Harry poked her tummy before resting his head. His head bobbed
from her giggles. She rested her hand on his chest for lack of a better place.
Chances werime ime would put some space between them, but he hoped they would
all stay as close as they were now.

"The Warding went well. When everybody left, they each thanked me for
inviting them and giving such an honor. Er… something like that. I can\'t
remember the exact words. By then I wasn\'t thinking straight. I hope there
wasn\'t anything special I was supposed to say to them. I couldn\'t remember that
part from the book."

"Nah, I think that was about it. I\ure ure you did fine," said
Hermione encouragingly. Harry was taken aback at how completely chilled out
Hermione seemed this afternoon.

"Did you smoke something, ‘Mi? I haven\'t seen you this relaxed since
you accidentally ate one of Fred and George\'s Hash Brownies." Harry\'s head
bobbed again as she laughed, hers did as well, but no one could tell as heead ead seemed twice its normal size, what with Ron teasing her hair into a wiry
frenzy.

"In case you haven\'t noticed, this is the first time in all the seven
years you\'ve known me that I am with total lack of something to study or worry
about. We\'re done with classes here, and I don’t get my new books for
University until after next week. I\'ve given my brain the week off."

"Well, that explains it," he said, not sure that it did, but was
happy to see her so chilled out. Maybe she and Ron had just had sex. "What
ever will you occupy your mind with?" he asked humorously, as he played
absentmindedly with her fingers.

"I plan on keeping her mind and
body very busy the next couple weeks," stated Ron. Hermione rolled her
eyes at her lover and squawked when the hand messing up her hair started to
travel precariously close to the opening in her blouse. Ron\'s hand was clasped
beneath her own, and held in place below her bust while she admonished him, but
her voice lacked venom, and they all knew she only complained becait wit was
the respectable thing to do.

"Come on, Harry, tell us all about your Warding. Did you perform the
spells listed in the book? Did you take measurements?"

"Yeah, it was cool. I didn\'t need to use the measurements," he
said, explaining the stone Dumbledore had used to mark the areas in the
apartment. "I was nervous, but I could tell by the tone of Albus\' voice
when to stop saying the spells."

"I told you his inflection would guide you," she said in that tone
that said she had known what she was talking about and he should have listened.


"You assumed I knew what \'inflection\' meant, right? Stop laughing,
you\'re going to give me whiplash," he warned. Ron wasn\'t laughing; he
probably didn\'t know what inflection meant before now either. Harry\'s head
stopped shaking as Hermione settled down, when Ron asked,

"What was it like having Him in your apartment?" asked Ron,
referring to Snape. He couldn\'t see Harry grinning.

"I wish I had a chance to fix the place up a bit before he saw it. No
pictures or anything of my own in there, yet.
Found out he\'s not mad anymore at any rate, or at least not at me. I
haven\'t figured out what had his knickers in a twist," he said, wondering
what it was that had set off the man.

"Did you get a chance to talk?" asked Hermione.

"A bit, only long enough for us to move a piece of furniture." He
paused, "He did give me a hand in the kitchen," Harry said dreamily.
Ron snorted.

"How sweet, he does dishes," Ron said sarcastically. "Does he
do laundry, too?"

"No, but I\'m looking forward to…" Harry started to say, but was
cut off as the sun was suddenly blocked by a figure standing above them.

"If it isn\'t the Gryffindor ménage à trios," said Draco, renaming
the Golden trio. They weren\'t as upset by the title as he\'d hoped they would
be.

"If you\'re here for a reason, get on with it. Otherwise get out of my
sun," Ron said rather calmly, surprising the other three.

"Weasels don\'t tan, they just burn. I\'m doing you a favor,"
drawled the blonde. He was tanned himself. It was a nice contrast to the light
hair. While Harry didn\'t particularly go for blondes, he couldn\'t deny Draco
wttrattractive, albeit a prat.

"Since you’re feeling generous, maybe you could do us another favor and
jump in the lake?"

Draco sneered, distracted from his rebuttal when a sound, distinctly female,
caught his attention. "I have better things to do than waste my time with
you three," he said, looking over to the girl he was meeting. No one
bothered to reply, in hopes he would just leave faster. Hermione couldn’t
resist praising them for their maturity. While they had relatively stayed out
of most trouble all year, Malfoy baiting was a hard habit to break.

The trio lounged for a while as Harry told them about the Warding ceremony
and a few of the jokes he could remember Filius telling. After some time, Harry
realized he hadn\'t seen anyone under seventh year, with the exception of Ginny
snogging Neville in the gardens. "Where is everybody?"

"The train came today, remember?" asked Hermi Cle Clearly, Harry
had not. "Only students left are the seventh years, with the exception of
siblings to seventh years. The families will be here in the morning for
breakfast, before the ceremony."

Harry nodded, he had been so busy with the Formal, his night with Severus,
and the episode with the man in Sev\'s fire, that he had forgotten the train had
come and left while he was having his Warding. It was a busy several days. The
closing ceremony would be a breeze. They had to sit through a speech made by
Albus, and also the Head Boy and Girl, and have their pictures taken. He
suddenly remembered that Hermione was the Head Girl and had a speech to make in
the morning. There was no way she was this calm before something this big. She
must have been agonizing over this speech all week, and he\'d been too busy to
notice. "’Mi! Your speech! I forgot. I\'m so sorry I haven\'t been there for
you to bounce it off on. Wait…did you say you gave your brain the week off? My
arse you did. Did you take a calming potion, or did you two just shag?" he
asked, smiling curiously. They answered at the same time.

"Potion," she said.

"Shag," Ron said simultaneously.

"Ok, both," she confessed. "I guess I got so worked up about
the speech, Ron got a calming potion, and… well, distracted me."

"You\'ll do fine," Ron assured her. Harry could feel Ron give her
hand a comforting squeeze next to his head. "She has the speech memorized,
and her inflection well rehearsed," he said putting emphasis on
inflection. She teased him about how proud she was of him for using a new word
in a sentence. Harry had to sit up when his head was bounced off her stomach,
when apparently Ron revenged her comment by tickling her. The unusually calm
Hermione was now close to hysterics, laughing and giggling loudly. She tried to
tickle him back, but Ron was the master in tickle fighting. He had suffered the
twin\'s wrath for many a year, and knew all the tricks.

Hermione wasn\'t dumb. She knew she couldn\'t win with Ron; distraction was
her best bet at this point. "Harry!" she yelled. "You mustn\'t
feel left out," she giggled, and threw herself at him, landing on his
knees, ignoring the groan she earned. With a sharp intake of breath he held out
as long as possible to the torture put put him under, until he finally broke
from pressure, bursting out into gales of laughter from the onslaught of her
tiny fingers digging into his sides.

"AH! Stop! Stop! You witch, stop!" he giggled. The term of
endearment only severed to encourage her. "Ron, some friend you are,
you’re supposed to be by my side when I\'m under attack," he yelled in
attempt to get the attention back on Hermione.

"I knew those great moves Sirius taught us would come in handy,"
said Ron, moving closer to them. Harry thought he was going to get assistance
from his friend, but realized he was mistaken when Ron wrapped his arms around
Harry\'s arms and neck in a scarf hold Sirius had showed them. Damn Judo,
Harry moaned, as he lay defenseless with his head, arms and shoulders held
tight against Ron sitting behind him, and his underarms now fully exposed for
Hermione\'s assault. The sight of the three of them together on the grass would
have been quite amusing to passersby.

One man in particular thought so. There, writhing on the ground was his
Harry, pinned by a scrawny girl, and held in place from the back by Weasley,
who practically had Harry\'s head in his lap. He wasn\'t sure if the sight was
arousing or disturbing. Harry didn\'t seem to mind too much at any rate. When
Hermione paused her attack, Harry looked up to see Severus standing a small
distance away, observing the scene with one brow arched. Harry, still panting,
took in the sight of Severus. He had changed from the robes worn at the Warding
back into the black fitted work robes. Large yellow rubber gloves covered his
hands, and he was carrying several plants he\'d just picked from the forest
edge.

"Encouraging to see the fully-fledged wizards of tomorrow, taking on
their roles in a mature and dignified manner." Severus said sarcastically.
"I would expect better from our Head Girl, but as she is fittingly
drugged, it\'s tolerable," Severus grinned as their eyes widened at his words,
wondering how he knew Hermione had taken a calming potion.

"Don\'t you want to defend your record and save me?" asked Harry,
knowing full well the answer, he couldn’t resist asking.

"I think not." Severus said dryly. He wanted to grab Harry and
suck on the now pouting lip. "If this is how Weasley comes to your aide, I
hardly think my record is in any jeopardy," he said with a smirk and
turned to leave. Harry wanted to reply,
but Malfoy and his girl were now walking back to the castle arm in arm.

"Get a room," Draco sneered at the sight of the unabashed three in
a pile. Hermione giggled. They should have given her a calming potion years
ago. Having now rid themselves of any end of term worries or uncertainties
about their friendship fading with the passing of time, they pulled themselves
off the ground and headed back to the castle.

Harry entered his dorm room as the sun shone brightly through the stained
glass. The first thing he noticed was the outfit placed reverently on his bed,
pressed and ready for the seventh year closing ceremony. He picked up the hat
carefully, placing it on his head. In the mirror, Harry admired the deep red
wizard hat with the edge folded over in gold. Small, twisted red and gold
cording trimmed the fold. There was no point atop the hat like the black
student hats worn with the school robes. The robes themselves were also very
regal. Harry was proud to wear the colors his parents had worn, wishing they
could be there sitting alongside the Weasleys and other families as he had his
picture taken with the Headmaster handiim tim the certificate of a fully
trained wizard.

Having placed the robes and hat back
on the hanger, Harry joined his friends in the common room. The room was filled
with seventh years all getting in their last chance at hanging with their
friends as Hogwarts’ students. It was strange to see the common room with not a
single person younger than himself amongst the group, and Harry commented on
the peace due to a lack of Creevey brothers.

"You should have seen it. You were at your Warding," Ron continued
excitedly. "Colin came up to our dorms after breakfast with a box for you.
When he found out that you would be gone until after the train left, I thought
he was going to break down and cry. Poor sod. I left the box on your bed,"
finished Ron. Harry knew the box probably contained the pictures Colin had
promised. He couldn\'t wait to take a look at them, and ran up to get the box.
He was surprised to see the box was huge, so instead of the whole thing, he
brought down the two envelopes marked ‘Ron’ and ‘Hermione’ instead. The photos
were the ones Colin had taken in lieu of apology for his wrecking Gwen Jennings
potion and ultimately being the cause for Harry revealing his scars.

To Colin\'s credit, the photos were impressive. Hermione showed her dorm
mates the pictures of her and Ron in their best dressed for the Formal, while
Ron glanced at them with pride. He did look quite fine that evening. The
groups’ conversations moved around from living with family again full time, to
what kinds of jobs they were hoping to get. The students that had planned to
continue their education went on about what classes they wanted to take, and
who didn\'t want the early morning classes. Harry couldn\'t help but notice that
he didn\'t fit into any of these categories. With the exception of the class he
wanted to take, no one else there planned to spend their summer with Snape and
some other Order member in serious training against the Dark Arts. Nor did any
of them hold the deed to property, waiting for the family home to be rebuilt.
Compared to the rest, it was going to be a very different summer for Harry.

The same conversations continued while the participants moved on to the
Great Hall for dinner. Harry gave vague answers to questions about his future.
Many knew better than to ask. They all thought the same thing. Harry\'s purpose
in life was to continue to live and hopefully fend off the Dark Lord in the
process, until Harry would someday defeat him. Hopefully. Surprisingly, very
few even thought to ask where he would be living. It was times like this that
reminded Harry of how much more immature his classmates were. They were a good
enough lot, but they were the average teen, not thinking past their own needs.
Harry wondered if he was mature enough to keep Severus interested in him. He
had laughed at the jokes regarding the use of big words, but he couldn\'t help
but worry if he could keep up with Severus intellectually.

At the end of dinner, many of the Gryffindor and a few Ravenclaw students
were left talking. Professor Flitwick had stopped on his way out to greet his
Ravenclaw students. Hermione nudged Harry and he realized Filius was speaking
to him.

"I found this on the floor, Harry. I thought maybe you could be a help
and bring this down to Professor Snape. I\'m sure he can find out who lost
it," said Filius, holding a silver and green patch with the Slytherin
crest with serpent on it. It had come off a robe like Harry\'s for the ceremony
tomorrow. It was apparent to Harry that Filius could have asked anyone, but
chose him. Harry guessed whatever made Albus a meddling old wizard was
contagious. That, or Filius thought Snape would be easier to work with if he
had Harry.

"Sure, I\'d be happy to," Harry said, taking the small cloth from
his hand. "Careful, Professor, I could see a twinkle starting to form in
your eyes. You\'re not trying to take over for the Headmaster are you?"
With a squeak of protest, Flitwick claimed not to know what Harry was talking
about. "Thank you again for helping to ward my new place, Professor,"
Harry said as he turned to leave. Several of the students, having heard him,
now wanted to know all about the Warding, having been impressed their Head of
House was asked to assist in the Warding of the Boy Who Lived. Harry left him
to answer questions from his students. Harry had felt a little guilty when
Professor McGonagall asked him how it went. Not that he could help that she and
the Headmaster couldn\'t both leave the school at the same time for safety’s
sake, but still, he thought she should have been there. He was appeased when
she told him that Albus had been telling everyone in the staff room what a fine
job he had done serving a delicious lunch, even if he thought Harry had seemed
excessively nervous. He was glad they thought he was nervous about lunch rather
than thinking he was being stroked by Severus under the table.

Before he knew it, Harry had reached the dungeons; the air was cooler and
moist. Harry was grateful he\'d not been in Slytherin. He couldn\'t imagine living
under the lake in the dark, dank dorm rooms they had down there. He\'d hoped to reach Severus’ door before
running into anyone, but hope wasn\'t totally his friend just yet. A small group
rounded the corner just after he heard their footsteps. He\'d had a perfectly
good reason to be down there, but hesitated to knock on Severus\' office door.

"Lost, Potter?" Harry heard the voice that could only be Draco
Malfoy\'s. He was with several classmates, Nott included. One of the boys next
to Crabbe had a rat on his shoulder. Harry stood firm, telling himself he did
not have to react to Nott\'s presence. He was pleased to see Nott looking
particularly anxious himself. If he remembered the dates right, Nott had his
last detention only a day or so ago, and was still a little worse for wear.
"Where did you get that?" Malfoy asked accusingly, and tried to grab
the Slytherin patch from Harry\'s hand. Harry withdrew his hand too fast for
Draco to get hold of the item.

"I didn\'t mean to distract you from torturing small animals for fun, I
just thought I\'d return this to whoever lost it." The boy who had the rat
was now holding it protectively, as if this weren’t the first time someone had
suggested that very thing.

Draco sneered, his upper lip raised exactly like his father’s. Harry
wondered if he used a mirror to practice that, or if it was genetic.
"We\'ve moved up from small animals, Potter. We\'re fully trained wizards
now, don\'t you know? Fully trained." The last part said with
emphasis. Harry knew they had extra tutelage that the typical student body
hadn\'t.

"Moved up from small animals? That would qualify you to take on
Macnair\'s old job. (The man who tried to execute Buckbeak) What with Azkaban
filling up the way it is, I expect many job opportunities have opened up for
you and your …friends." Harry couldn’t actually remember if Macnair was
one of DeatDeath Eaters to have been sent to Azkaban, but it didn\'t matter, he
got his point across. It was rather foolish for him to antagonize a group of
Slytherins in their own lair, but he didn\'t seem to care. It could have been
that he knew he was so close to Severus\' office, or the fact that word had
gotten around of him almost killing Nott. Either way, he and the Slytherins had
mostly stayed out of each other\'s way the last month or so. By midway through
the seventh year, many students knew they would be dealing with their actions
as adults soon and not merely as students. This meant they either had to deal
with the Dark Lord, with the possibility of him not approving of their actions
concerning the Boy Who Lived, or dealing with Harry Potter directly, without
Dumbledore to stop him from killing them in the future. It was to Harry\'s
advantage that Nott hadn\'t told them he\'d done anything while dressed as a
Death Eater, other than try to beat him up. Sure, it encouraged the rumors of
his insanity, but that had its advantages sometimes.

"I\'d like to see what you\'re going to put on your job applications. \'
I\'m Harry Potter, and I keep living \' " Draco said in a silly voice,
mocking him. "I don’t see the Quidditch teams knocking down your
door." That hurt; it was true. Harry thought it might be fun to play
Quidditch for a season or two, and then he could look for a real job. He wasn\'t
convinced he would live, so he was in no hurry. But the Quidditch teams hadn\'t
approached him as everyone had assumed they would. Team managers had recognized
the way the public had a way of turning on Harry Potter when things were tough,
and didn\'t want him as a liability to the team and possibly lose revenue if he
was having a \'bad year\' as it went with his fans.

"I could put down ‘egotistical, high-brow snob’; it seems to work for
you," said Harry coolly.

Draco grinned. "It works for me, but I wouldn\'t recommend it to a
novice like yourself. A few vaults full doesn\'t grant you a place in high
society. You\'ll have to settle for slumming with your muggle loving friends.
Maybe you could buy a big house for the three of you to live in, and shag
happily ever after."

Severus, who could hear everything from inside his office, was tiring of the
childish banter, knowing eventually one of them would step far across the line,
causing a problem for him to sort out. He wasn\'t in the mood; they were almost
out of his care. The ceremony couldn\'t come fast enough for him. He was too
slow to open his door however, and the lias cas clearly crossed.

"Oh wait, you do have another option," Draco drawled. "I\'ve
heard you received the deed to your parent\'s old place. You going to rebuild
and make it just like home again? You do remember having a home once, don\'t
you, Potter?" Draco knew he\'d cut deep, even if Harry\'s face showed no
emotion. When Severus opened his door it was to see the back of Harry with his
fist tightly clamped around his wand, but still at his side.

"You raise a wand to my students and you won\'t make it to ceremony,
Potter," the rich timbre voice said in his ear. A shiver ran through him
like quick fire. "In!" demanded the Slytherin Head of House. Harry
entered his office, hearing the snickering from the others as the door closed
with a resounding bang.

"Never give a Malfoy the satisfaction of raising to their bait,"
Severus said firmly.

"He was right, all of it," Harry said miserably. "I hadn\'t
even told anyone about the deed yet."

"The Boy Who Lives, homeless?" Sev asked with a wry smile. Harry
couldn\'t help but smile a little; he couldn\'t help it when Severus had that
rare look on his face.

"I know it was a really busy weekend for everybody, but I can\'t tell
you how much it means for me to know I have a place to go to after the ceremony
tomorrow."

"You would be surprised to know how comforting it is, knowing that
Albus has a room for you in the tower any time you need. I understand it\'s
important for you to have a place to call your own, but trust me when I say
it\'s nice to know you always have a place to go when things are bad."

"Albus did say that I should leave a few things in my room up in his
tower to remind myself I have a place there. I did spend the summer and then
some living there."

"I know. You\'re not the most peaceful of sleepers." Severus said,
waiting for the response. He enjoyed the shocked look on Harry\'s face.
"Who did you think had the room next to yours?"

"I – I don\'t know, I never knew what was in that room," Harsaidsaid, trying to get his mind around the information Sev had given him. Severus
was looking incredulously at him.

"You mean to tell me that you never went into the room next to yours in
all that time? How could that be? You are walking curiosity itself," he
said, not sounding malicious, but surprised.

"I\'ve learned long ago that nothing Albus lets slip, or leaves around
for me to find, is by chance. If he wants me to know something, he manipulates
a way for me to find out. Nothing is a coincidence with that man," Harry
said confidently, and continued after Severus’ nod. "So when he made it a
point to ask me to please respect others’ privacy and not to enter that room, I
took his word that it wasn\'t my place and stayed out. If nothing else, I\'ve
learned the hard way to listen to a direct order from Albus. It\'s the least I
could do for all he\'s done for me, since…well, since I lived with him," he
finished with a little less enthusiasm. Severus realized that Harry had never
told him the details of what his family had done to warrant his removal from
their home. Harry had been a right mess when Severus retrieved him after the
battle there.

"I have a room like you do in the tower with Albus. I seldom see it,
but on occasions when Albus feels I need medical attention, I stay there. It
wouldn\'t look good if the Potions Master was seen repeatedly in the infirmary.
Someone might think I\'m accident prone, or a Death Eater, or some such
nonsense," the small smile back on his lips. "Now, what are you
doing, antagonizing my students? What good did you think would come of it?
Hmm?" as he spoke Severus moved closer, causing Harry to shiver again.

"Flitwick found a patch…" His own shiver cut off Harry again, as
Severus’ lips brushed his ear while he spoke.

"Professor Flitwick," he corrected the young man. Harry sighed,
and was rewarded with a similar reaction from Severus, when Harry\'s breath
warmed his neck.

"Professor Flitwick sent me along with this", Harry held up the
Slytherin crest patch. "As for what good would come of it, is shagging on
your desk an option? It\'s a fantasy of
mine."

Severus groaned, and pressed himself against Harry\'s lithe body. But to
Harry’s dismay, Sev shook his head no. "Too many people know you’re here,
and may be waiting to see you looking properly chaed wed when you leave. I
won’t allo, no, not yet." Harry wanted to complain, but found it hard to
do while Severus was sucking on his neck. His neck… Harry suddenly froze.
Severus paused and moved back enough to see Harry\'s face. "What\'s
wrong?"

"I, um, nothing," he said, stumbling over his words. With so much
going on as of late, he\'d forgotten about his scars, now exposed to everyone.

As if reading his mind, Severus spoke kindly, "You\'ve forgotten to
worry about it for days, yet no one has treated you differently. You are not
the only one bearing scars," he said softly, and returned to the place on
Harry\'s neck, using the now visible lines as a road map to be licked and
suckled. Harry melted into his arms. He felt boneless as his body was held up by
the stone wall behind him and Sev\'s firm body in front, as he lolled his head
from side to side, allowing every inch of exposed skin to receive the attention
Sev bestowed on him. It seemed like eternity, but was probably only ten minutes
when Harry felt motivated to regain some control and pull up Severus for a
passionate kiss. Spurred on by throaty groans from Sev, and a large stone on
the hard wall now achingly pressing into his back, Harry pulled away from the
wall, pressing against Tall, Dark and Erect all the more. He continued to
press, leading Sev back, when Sev broke the kiss. "Where, pray tell, are
you leading us?"

Harry thought he could come from Sev\'s words alone. "Since you won’t
allow my fantasy of shagging on your desk, I thought we\'d go for option number
two. It\'s the other scenario I like to think about when I\'m alone in my bed,
and it shouldn\'t take too long, plus I think you\'ll like it." Harry said
in his best seductive voice, hoping it came even remotely close to sounding
like Sev\'s arousing tone. Harry was pulling in the opposite direction of Sev\'s
private chambers, and he was curious as to what Harry thought about alone in
his bed while touching himself. Harry stopped at a worktable near the back of
the room, more precisely, Harry\'s desk in Potions class. With soft lips
pressing against his own, Severus relaxed, allowing Harry to run his hands over
the dark robes, exploring his shape. Sev opened his eyes when he felt more than
heard Harry gasp. "You\'re wearing the riding robes." Harry said
excitedly.

"Yes, very perceptive. I\'m expected at Hagrid\'s this evening to go
flying."

"It was torture… every time I saw you wear these, I wanted to attack
you right there in the hall," Harry said, making swift time of opening the
front of the riding robes and refastening the flaps around the back, exposing
the leather chaps. Severus grinned as Harry whimpered at the sight of the soft
brown leather stretched over a strong length of leg. Harry was thrilled when he
realized Severus was relaxed, leaning on his desk, allowing him to continue.
Taking a deep breath in attempt not to rush things, Harry gently kissed the
expanse of Sev\'s neck, as he pulled open the button and other closings
restraining the large member waiting to be released from its’ leather confines.
Another groan from Sev, as Harry reached in to press his hand against the
silken barrier. When he did finally free Severus\' aching member, Harry was
taken aback at the size. He hadn\'t expected to see anything different than he
had when Sev was on holiday as a teen. Granted, he was well endowed then too,
but now even more so. "It\'s, you – you\'ve grown," Harry said feebly,
for lack a better choice of words, his hand caressing the hard length.

"It does tend to happen when…Oh, Oooo." Severus was about to make
a scathing remark about his age when he was cut off by the sweet sensation of a
hot mouth taking in the head of his cock. Harry thoroughly enjoyed the affect
he was having on the man. If he knew it would stop snarky comments, he would
have given the man head years ago. Harry continued swirling his tongue around
the head a few times before licking the underside down to the base of the shaft
and back up again. He paused a moment before engulfing the entire length,
smiling around it, as he listened to Severus cry out expletives. He licked and
sucked in earnest, unfazed by the hand fisted in his hair. Severus released
Harry\'s hair when he felt the urge to pull his head down forcefully; instead,
he gripped the sides of the desk. "Touch yourself, Harry," panted
Severus, and muttered a spell Harry didn\'t remember in his state of mind.

Any embarrassment he may have felt faded fast when Severus moaned at the
sight of him pulling up his robes, exposing his own aching need. It was then
that he realized the spell had been Sev transfiguring the desk next to them
into a mirror. In his peripheral vision Harry could just about see Sev\'s face
in the reflection. His lips were parted, his tongue darted out, moistening the
lips, dry from the heavy breathing. Harry liked the look of plre ore on
Severus’ face, and stroked himself in time with the rhythm of his mouth
fellating Sev.

Severus had to admit, at least to himself, this also was one of his own
fantasies: Harry on his knees in the classroom, pleasuring him. In the mirror
he watched as Harry stoked himself with fervor. He could tell Harry was getting
close as his hand sped up the pace. A groan, marvelously vibrating around his
c was was all Severus needed to know Harry had come. The sensation caused him
to thrust his hips, coming hard as Harry swallowed continuously until every
drop was gone, and Sev flinched from the sensitivity. He couldn’t resist
another lick, forcing Sev to shiver once again, and he was pulled up hastily
for a bruising kiss.

A short while later, Harry sat with his friends, Ron and
Hermione, watching the sunset at their spot by the lake. The pink and orange
sky wasn\'t the only view Harry planned to have this evening.

 

Severus was on his way out tot Hat Hagrid, when Albus
stopped him in the entranceway. Severus had his hair pulled up and his robes
opened in front for riding.

 

"Ah Severus, you look splendid," Albus said, in
reference to his pink cheeks and rosy glow. "Did you have a nice
ride?"

 

"I\'m on my way to meet Hagrid now," Severus said with
composure, and left through the large oak doors heading for the stable. 
Severus opted not to tell the elder wizard his coloring was not due to
being windblown, but Harry blown

 

Albus smiled his knowing smile, and went in search of
something sweet from the kitchens.

 

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