How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Harry woke slowly as the pre dawn light filtered in through the hotel windows and onto their bed. The young wizard stretched lazily and rose up on one elbow to look down into his husband’s sleeping face. Husband. Wow he really was married; he was the spouse of an internationally acclaimed Potions Master and war hero; and he was carrying his heir. He grinned and leaned down to kiss the older man on the tip of his nose.

He smiled to himself, Mister Harry James Snape; Severus really did want him in his life. When Harry had first found out he was pregnant, he had gone over what options he would have had in the wizarding world and thanks to some archaic laws, and those options were few. He would have most likely left the wizarding world behind him and raised his child somewhere in Britain; he wouldn’t have been welcome as a single parent. Not even if he was Harry Bloody Potter, but that had never been an issue, Severus had made an honest man of him after all.

Even after all the time they had been together, Harry still had doubts as to why the dark wizard would want to be with him. He was damaged goods, unclean. He had never been able to understand why Severus had not looked at him the same way he looked at himself, instead, the older wizard had kept him from falling into depression and a spiral of self destruction after he’d found him that December night.

Severus had stepped into a role that Harry had desperately needed to be filled for years, and had unfortunately gotten entangled with Morgan and that had done more to damage his already broken self image. Severus had become his protector, he kept him safe not only from the world, but from himself. Harry had been encouraged and at times forced to venture out to explore different things, to gain new experiences.

Severus opened one ebony eye a smidgeon and looked up into the contemplative face of his Harry; he reached up slowly with one hand and ran his fingers gently along Harry’s cheek.

“Good morning my angel.” He murmured softly as Harry leaned down and nuzzled in next to his neck. Severus breathed in the warm summertime smell of his mate and wondered not for the first time why his love smelled of a meadow of freshly mown hay.

“Good morning Master.” Harry whispered with a smile as the other man’s arms slide up around his shoulders and pulled him down to sprawl over his body. Harry wiggled a little until he was laying flat against Severus’ chest, his sensitive nipples being lightly scratched by the other man’s sparse chest hair.

“Are you sore this morning?” Severus asked as he ran one hand down Harry’s back and cupped his arse gently. The younger wizard parted his thighs obediently for his husband, and pushed back into his hand. He shook his head and purred when he felt Severus’ prick start to harden as it was trapped between their bodies. Harry ground his hips into Severus lightly, giving just enough pressure to stimulate; he could feel his own arousal between his legs. Severus moved his other hand down to cup Harry’s arse as well as the young sub undulated against him. Harry wanted to please his husband, and he knew he could use his body to bring him pleasure.

“So not sore I take it?” Severus chuckled as he began to feel Harry’s wetness seeping onto his fingers as he pulled his thighs further apart. Harry shook his head as he suddenly pulled himself up on Sev’s body and then pushed back down again; impaling himself on the large, shiny head of his Master’s cock. Oh shite. Oh shite, he hadn’t been wet enough, he wasn’t ready, this hurt, Harry clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, forcing a smile of pleasure onto his lips. Severus had closed his eyes at the first contact of Harry’s wet heat and blindly thrust up into his husband’s waiting body. The whimpers Severus’ heard were passion not pain, his eyes were still closed, pulling Harry down to hold him tight to his chest, his hips pushing and thrusting up into him.

“Merlin Harry, you are so tight…” Severus groaned, biting down on Harry’s shoulder, his hands still on the younger man’s arse, spreading him wide for his huge prick.

Harry brought one hand to his mouth and stuffed the heel of his palm between his teeth as he turned his head from Severus. Tears of pain trickled down his cheeks as he rode his husband in near silence. He couldn’t let Severus know. His body stiffened as Sev shifted and the angle changed sharply, this time a noise did escape his lips. He felt like he was being ripped in two by Severus, part of him was hoping he’d start bleeding soon so he’d be wetter, but he knew if he did, then Severus would blame himself.

Severus stopped suddenly and pulled out of Harry a little, he could smell something, something coppery, something like blood. Harry quickly wiped his face with his hand, hoping his eyes weren’t red and then sat up quickly, forcing his body back down onto Severus. With his eyes closed and his lips parted, he began to rock his hips, hoping the early morning lit wasn’t strong enough to reveal anything. He moaned and squeezed himself around Severus, relaxing only when he felt a shudder run through his husband.

“Fuck your whore Master.” Harry whimpered as he ran his hands up his own chest and pinched his swollen nipples. “Use your slut Sev, use me please.” He whispered as he drove himself relentlessly towards his husbands’ orgasm.

“Come in your slut Master, please…” Harry begged as Sev put his large hands on his waist and pulled him up and off of his cock. The younger wizard nearly screamed from the pain that shot through his groin, it was white hot, searing him for his own stupidity. Severus immediately called for light and blanched at what he saw before him. There lay his beautiful Harry, his chest heaving as he panted in pain, his inner thighs slick with blood.

“Oh sweet Circe Harry…” Severus breathed as he looked down at himself and saw that his prick was covered in his husband’s blood. “What have I done?” His hands shaking, he took the corner of the sheet in his hands and tried to wipe away some of the blood from between Harry’s legs. Harry only keened for his husband to return to his place between his legs.

“Please Sev, please, its okay, I promise.” Harry babbled as he tried pushing his mate’s hands away and pulling the man on top of him. He watched as Sev backed away from him in wide eyed horror, the older man shaking his head in disbelief.

“The baby Harry, oh Merlin Harry, the baby,” Severus moaned as he fell to the floor on his knees, beginning to weep in mistaken horror at what he’d done. He fumbled on the floor for his jeans and then in the pockets for his mobile, punching out Max’s mobile number with shaking hands. Rocking back and forth on his knees he waited for an answer and then choked out one sentence into the phone before there was a loud crack of apparition in the room.

“I’ve killed the baby.”


A/N~~~please don’t murder me…there will be more tonight or early tomorrow…..this just seemed a good spot to stop…
Don’t worry, remember, Max makes things okay. ..I was just in the mood for some drama.
Sorry I haven’t been updating as regularly as I was, some rl things have been going on and well...they suck