You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You

4

Severus Snape was trying to concentrate. He had had to destroy two potions already for letting his mind wander. He sighed and gave up. After lunch he tried to mark prep and failed at that, too. He thought, “Bollocks to this”, and ran himself a deep bath. Pouring himself a generous glass of brandy, he lay back in the bath and thought of Harry instead, imagining him sleek as an otter under his shower, his eagerness in bed, his expertise with his mouth, “Where did you learn to deep throat like that, you wanton trollop?” and finally the boy’s capacity for post-triste loving which thrilled Severus no end. He fully understood the lad’s need for affection as neither of them had grown up with any, and the boy’s chagrin at previous partners’ shallow usage of him. “Not this time, Harry, m’lad, not this time”.

He dried himself and flung on his gown picking up his brandy and stalked into his lounge. He tried to find something to read but gave up, lying full length on his sofa instead. He finished his drink and laced his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. He mused vaguely whether he should masturbate and decided against it, “I’ll need all my energy for Harry. I’ll have him riding my broom all right”, and with that thought he drifted off to sleep.

****

They had a brilliant practice and the Gryffindor team walked off the pitch high-fiving and back-slapping to see the Slytherin team coming towards them. Malfoy had his two henchmen in tow even though neither were on the team. “Brought the fan club, Ferret?” Ron called out. Harry laughed, “The only two fans you have, Malfoy”. Draco just glared at them as they passed. Ron turned back a few paces later to see Draco staring after them, his grip tight on the handle of his broom. Ron peered past the blond to check that all were facing the other way then blew a kiss at Malfoy. Even at that distance, Harry could see the blond’s face colour. “He’s got it bad for you, Ron”. Ron laughed, “Nah, he’s got it bad for my dick is all an’ I think he quite likes me orderin’ him about”.

Harry shook his head chuckling, “I still can’t believe Malfoy’s a bottom”. Ron countered, “Oh, I don’t think he is all the time, just with me”, this earned fresh laughter from Harry as they entered the castle and headed for the showers. After lunch, Harry headed for the library to study for a while. Anything to take his mind off a certain Potions Master and that sultry voice, but it was no use. The lack of distractions around him only served to focus his mind more on the black-haired man who wanted him.

He shivered slightly and gave up on studying, making his way to Gryffindor tower instead. There were the usual suspects hanging around. Ron was in the corner deep into a game of Wizard’s chess with Seamus. There was no sign of Hermione which Harry thought odd but shook the idea from him and managed to sneak up to the dorm unseen. He toed off his trainers and drew the curtains around his bed and from habit laid silencing charms. This time he wasn’t trying to protect his dorm-mates from the sound of his nightmares. He enjoyed a very pleasant wank fantasising about the night to come and, imagining himself impaled on Severus’s cock, came a storm, murmuring his name. He cleaned up and slipped under the covers. In no time at all, he was asleep.

Dinnertime was the first Harry or Ron saw of Hermione who appeared before them looking thoroughly shagged out. She simply folded her arms on the dinner table and dropped her head down. Ron leaned over and prodded her, “You okay?”. Hermione lifted her head unable to suppress the biggest grin, “Yeah, fine, just a bit tired”. Harry leaned over, “You look like you’ve been shagging all day”, he lifted her face with his hand and noticed the tip of the bite mark on her neck peeking over the neck of her sweater. He moved his hand to roll down the polo-neck to reveal more, “You minx, you have been at it all day. Care to share?”. “Not here, we’ll go outside after dinner, but if I’m showing you mine, then you have to show me yours too”. The boys glanced at each other and grinned. “Deal!”, said Ron.

They put cloaks on and slipped out into the gathering dusk, the air was cool but the true bite of winter wasn’t upon them yet. They found a quiet spot at the base of a tree and sat down. For a moment there was awkwardness between them all. She cleared her throat and swallowed, “Okay, I’ll go first. I’ve never been with a girl before, but I’m going out with Susie Bones, and yes, I have been shagging all afternoon. Jolly nice too, I might add. I may decide to bat for this team permanently if today is anything to go by. There, I’ve said it”, she subsided.

Ron put an arm around her, “Hey, it’s cool with me and Susie’s a good looking girl even if she is a Hufflepuff. But who am I to talk when I’m shagging the scion of the ancient house of Malfoy, he’s a shameless bottom and he gripes and whinges all the time until I shove something into one of his orifices to shut him up. It’s fun actually”. Harry was in stitches as much at the expression on Hermione’s face as Ron’s words. “RON!!”, she shrieked aghast. She lowered her voice, “Bloody hell, Ron. I mean, what do you see in him?”. Ron grinned, “Come on. Look at him. Tall, gorgeous, and he sucks like an industrial vacuum cleaner. We don’t exactly talk much. This will not end at the altar or anything but he’s a great fuck, despite all his whinging”.

Hermione fanned herself with one hand, “Merlin!!. Harry, you’ll be telling me you’re shagging Snape next”. Harry reddened to the roots of his hair. “Errr, well. I’m not quite sure how to put this”. If it were possible for the girl’s eyes to get any rounder, then they did. She held out her hands, palms forward, “No, Harry, this is a joke, surely you cannot mean?....”. He nodded, “Yep, ‘fraid so. And, no, it isn’t a joke, but this must stay strictly between the three of us”. Hermione shook her head, she was in shock. Her voice was tiny as she asked, “Dare I ask what you see in him, the man who has made your life a living hell all the time you have been at school?”.

Harry was blushing furiously picking at the grass, glad of the low light, “Well, he sees past the boy-who-lived shite and he’s been great when I have my nightmares, and well, um, we’ve only taken it to this level last night, but it’s brilliant, he makes a great breakfast, and he, er, cuddles, er, afterwards”. Harry sank his head to his knees, “God, it’s wonderful”. Hermione came out of her trance and lifted Harry’s face in her palm and read his eyes in the half-light, “You’re really attracted to him, aren’t you?”. Harry nodded but held her gaze, “And he to me. For the first time, I feel like I can let someone take care of me, instead of having this saviour of the Wizarding world bollocks on my shoulders. He’s gentle, tender, not at all how people imagine him, and, no, there are no chains or ropes hanging from the walls of his rooms. He’s got this big comfy bed and a wicked modern bathroom, and a voice that could make me come without touching me”. Hermione looked deep into his eyes, “Be careful, Harry. He’s a dangerous and complicated man, but I imagine that’s part of the attraction, isn’t it?”. Harry nodded.

They talked until the chill drove them indoors and they made their way to the common room. Even Hermione was in no mood to study tonight and after a few hands of cards turned in early. Ron dug out his chessboard and set up the game, “So are you seeing him tonight?”. Harry grinned, “Though I think we’ll have to cool it a bit. I can’t be spending every night out of the dorm. Did the others say much this morning?”. Ron said, “Nah, Dean saw you leave and everyone just thought you’d crashed out somewhere after one of your brooding sessions. We’re sort of used to you not being there by now, just make sure you’re back before the rising bell on weekdays”.

That night, he went to bed at the same time as the rest of his dorm-mates. Seamus, Dean and Neville had been at the illegal still again that Neville had hidden in a disused corner of one of the greenhouses and fell asleep quickly. All too soon, Harry heard the usual stentorian snores coming from Ron’s bed and rose quietly, his stomach aflutter. He pulled on his best jeans sans underwear and threw a sweatshirt on against the chill of the night. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a tiny box with a small mirror in the lid, he removed his glasses and, lighting the tip of his wand, he carefully applied his new contact lenses. He shoved his specs in a case which he stowed away, and the lens case in his pocket. He thrust his feet into trainers and grabbed his Cloak and wand exiting the dorm with silent footfalls.

He was under the large clock a few minutes early and slumped to the ground waiting. As the thing chimed midnight he could just make out a black shape moving towards him behind the lit tip of a wand. He waited until Severus was level with him before throwing off the cloak as he stood. Severus inhaled sharply closing his eyes and clutching at his chest, “Good grief, Mr Potter. Don’t give me a heart attack just yet”, then smiled. “Come on, put the damned thing back on before someone catches us and follow me”. He spun in a snap of robes and headed towards the dungeons, Harry scurrying at his heels. The man froze in the main corridor and Harry cannoned into him, mercifully staying silent. Draco was crouched down in the corridor with a distraught first-year.

“Oh, there you are, sir. Little Emilia came to me, one of her dorm-mates is feeling ill. I suggested we get Madam Pomfrey but she says she just needs to see you”. The man turned a softened face on the small girl, “Is Belinda Shaw’s tummy playing up again?”. The girl nodded. “Take her back to the dormitory, Draco, and I will bring the Potion presently. The young lady has a congenital stomach complaint that I treat for her at the request of her parents. I will be but a moment”. Harry watched this tableau with interest. Slytherins on Slytherin business. He watched Draco extend a hand to the small girl and she took it with a smile as he led her back to her dorm, “Come on, Emilia, your friend will soon be all right again. Professor Snape will get her medicine”, and they disappeared back into the Dungeons.

Severus let them both into his rooms and Harry dropped the Cloak. The man went to his emergency cabinet and drew out a small phial. He stood and turned, then gathered Harry to him for a brief kiss, “I will be back presently”, he murmured, then left.

He returned and flopped onto the couch, his manner dispirited. Harry poured them both a Scotch from Severus’ collection of bottles and sat beside him. The man now sat leaning forward, his head in his hands. Harry placed the glasses on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around him. “Tell me, Severus, what’s wrong?”. Severus allowed Harry to pull him to his chest and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder. “She’s a very sick little girl. Magic can do nothing for her condition, she can have a Muggle operation when she is fifteen or so, but I fear she will not be with us that long. It’s a bloody shame, she’s a bright spark and is showing promise in many subjects. All I can give her is this Potion that calms her and stops her stomach producing acid. She needs a new valve in her gut, a problem she’s had since birth but even Muggles cannot operate until she is nearly full-grown”.

Harry didn’t know what to say to this and held Severus tight having caught a glimpse of a House Head’s day-to-day existence. He was more surprised at the tender way that Draco had handled the other child, holding her hand, reassuring her and the trusting smile she had given to her Head Boy as he led her away. Maybe Draco Malfoy wasn’t a total bastard after all, any more than Severus Snape was.

His reveries were disrupted by Severus gently kissing his jaw and neck. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Severus more access, he moaned as Severus’ tongue traced the edge of his earlobe then teased the sensitive skin behind his ear back along the jaw until he found that beautiful mouth and they kissed. A kiss full of passion and want. A kiss that felt like coming home. A kiss that you could never tire of and would always miss if it wasn’t there. By the time they came up for air, Harry had straddled Severus’ lap and they were pressed chest to chest. By the time the kiss ended they were both lost. Harry touched his forehead to Severus’, both hands in his lover’s soft heavy hair. “What’s going on here, Severus?. I’ve never felt like this before”, said with panted breaths. Harry could feel his lover shake his head, “Harry. I really don’t know”. Then Severus looked into Harry’s eyes. And laid his soul bare.

Harry gazed back and smiled shyly. Severus’ heart ached, no-one had ever looked at him like that, but then he was sure he had never looked at anyone quite the way he was looking into this beautiful boy’s eyes, Harry’s eyes, his Harry’s eyes. Harry grazed his lips over Severus’ cheek, breaking the eye contact and whispered in the older man’s ear, “Is this what falling in love feels like?”. An earth shattering question asked so simply, and Severus’ heart crumbled, licking and kissing the sweet creamy skin, “I don’t know, Harry, it’s never happened to me before, but I suspect it might be”. Harry whispered again, “Severus, take me to bed and fuck me. I want you so much”. Severus smiled slowly, the smile reaching his eyes, “I’ll take you to bed, my Harry, but I’m not going to fuck you”, he paused, his voice dropping half a register, from velvet to gravel, “I want to make love to you”. Harry answered the smile and both their eyes lit up and they kissed again moaning into each other’s mouths. Harry climbed out of Severus’ lap and held out his hand, neither breaking the eye contact between them, then hauled his lover to his feet. Severus, with the last remaining shred of sense left to him, led Harry into his bedroom extinguishing fire and candles and just managing to lock and ward his front door before he turned his attentions back to Harry.

This time, each stripped the other slowly. Trembling, Harry undid Severus’ robes and his shirt pushing them back from his shoulders and letting them drop to the floor, then fell on the taut pale chest with fingers and tongue, making his lover moan as he gently bit and sucked at a nipple, nuzzling his mouth through the scattering of black hair until he had the other in his mouth, the wet one he had left being gently rolled between finger and thumb, then tonguing his way back to Severus’ throat before backing away a fraction to allow his sweatshirt to be tugged off over his head. They were kissing again as Severus’s hands roamed over Harry’s upper body followed by his tongue working one tight bud after the other, his arm supporting Harry’s back, his mouth bending Harry over backwards, then he pulled him up again into another of those kisses.

They looked into each other’s eyes again. Harry bit his lip and let his eyes half close and Severus pounced, “God, Harry. You undo me, you rob me of my senses. I want you, gods how I want you, with every fibre of my being. I can truly say that I have never wanted anyone the way I want you right now”. Harry’s purred response was short and to the point, “So take me, here I am in your arms. Make me yours, Severus”. Severus murmured into Harry’s mouth, “Yes, yes, my Harry”, as they kissed again. They drew away again and Harry went over to the bed and laid out across it, stretching provocatively, inviting his lover in, running his hands across his body pinching nipples and arching into his own touch, rolling his hips grinning, murmuring, “Come to me, baby” as he toyed at the waistband of his jeans, his hardness evident.

Severus stood and watched, the knot of want tightening in his belly, then fell across the mattress taking Harry into his arms and kissing him until they both gasped for air, “You sexy sweet thing. You drive me to bloody distraction”, he choked out. Harry turned Severus until he was on his back, “I want to see you, really see you”, as he undid the man’s pants and pulled them off along with his underwear until he had his lover totally naked before him, then ran light teasing fingertips over him from forehead to feet. “Beautiful. Totally beautiful”.

Despite himself, Severus chuckled nervously under the scrutiny, “It’s only because you can’t see me properly, you don’t have your glasses on. I wondered where they were”. Harry leaned over his lover and kissed him soundly then said, “Right now, I can see you as clearly as you see me. I’m wearing contact lenses, I don’t need glasses”. The scientist in Severus was piqued. He peered closer at Harry’s eyes. “I don’t understand”. Harry laughed, “Thin flexible lenses that actually sit on my eyeballs. I’ve had them since summer, they’re made to my prescription. Muggle medicine can be cool sometimes, Severus, so if I say you are beautiful when I have them in, I mean it, because I can see you really clearly without those pesky specs getting in the way. You. Are. Beautiful”.

Severus shook his head, “Well, I can’t see them”. Harry pushed him away slightly, “Go and get your wand, scientist, you need a strong light to see them”, he reached up to kiss his lover then Severus rolled away to find his wand. He lit the tip and Harry looked up as he brought the light nearer, “Bloody hell. I can see them, just a thin film over your irises, and these are removable?”. Harry laughed and pulled his lover to him, “I’ll explain them tomorrow. Right now I want you to finish undressing me, then I want to feel you so deep inside me, you’re coming in my throat”. The man moaned at these words, his wand flung aside forgotten, and took Harry’s mouth with his own once again.

His lower lip between his teeth breathing rapidly through his nose, Severus unwrapped the present that was Harry Potter writhing on his bed, sliding his jeans off over the muscular long thighs, a couple of teasing licks to the boy’s length and the jeans were a puddle on the floor. Severus leaned away to look and look. He descended mouth first to Harry’s belly, “Perfect. Fucking perfect”, he murmured as he dipped his tongue into Harry’s navel, then turned his head, to see a weeping cock centimetres away, he lapped the drop of moisture from the tip then engulfed the head in his mouth. Harry moaned and bucked beneath him, his legs dropping open wantonly. Severus let go of his lover’s cock long enough to wet two fingers, then went back to that delicious cock. Harry bounced off the mattress when the fingers entered him, filling him, opening and stretching. He went spare when a third joined them, a sweat breaking out, he was mindless now, just moans and sighs and sweet need and pushing, panting, impaling. When the fourth finger joined the party, he pushed Severus’s mouth off him, “Too close”, he gasped, “Just...with the fingers, then you, all of you, to the hilt”.

Severus reached for more of his special unguent, spread more at Harry’s entrance, pushed more in, fucked his beloved with his fingers, then withdrew them and kissed him soundly, “Now me”, growled gutturally and every hair on Harry’s body stood to attention. “Yes. You. Enter me. Devour me. Fuck me.”. Severus slicked himself ready then edged in, breeching the tight muscle, going slow until a pair of feet under his arse combined with a thrust up from his lover seated him completely with a shriek from Harry, his head arching, his neck cording with the exquisite pain. Severus read his lover as he began to move in that wet heat, rocking to begin with then thrusts, watching Harry come undone beneath him, trying to maintain a shred of composure, then came up onto both hands, then the pounding, the ploughing as both sped up and lost it, the tightening, the hard clench that nearly made Severus black out. Harry’s balls tightened and he squeaked out, “Harder, faster, nearly, oh god. Severus, fuck me. Love me, take me, Yours, yours, oh fuuuuck”, and came over his own belly with a scream. He was rammed into as his orgasm undid his lover and Severus shouted, “Harry, Harry, Harry”, with each pulse as he shot deep inside him.

Severus collapsed onto his elbows and kissed Harry as they both still fought for breath, then Severus softened and withdrew to a wince from both of them. He gathered Harry to him and they kissed, long, deep, desperate, then gazed at each other, tears in both pairs of eyes. Harry thumbed away the two rogue tears that fell from Severus’ eyes, “Sex doesn’t do this”, his voice was raspy and shaky. Severus sniffed and dried Harry’s face with his shaking hands, “No. But making love does, I think”, then they both started to laugh and drowned in more kisses, their gazes making a secret circle for two, hands raking through lush thick clean hair, Harry’s coarser than Severus’, then lips gently nuzzling ears then more kisses as they relished the afterglow.

They didn’t part more than a few inches and only then to climb beneath the covers as cleaning charms were murmured, then Severus took Harry in his arms again, feeling the rightness in his touches and suddenly knew what he had been protecting all these years, why he had saved Harry time and time again. He could feel it seep under his skin as he held the boy, felt it take hold, a comforting weight in his chest. He was aware of the joy bubbling up in his belly until it threatened to burst and knew in that blissful moment, what love was. And that love was Harry. And he knew that he loved him from the bottom of his heart and soul. Now he would truly do anything to save the beauty drowsing in his arms. Dumbledore could never explain this except in abstract terms, then Harry kissed him again, soft, without tongues, and Severus was truly among the loved. The lost.

They started the weekend as lovers and ended it as soul-mates.