You Know You Are Loved When A Gryffindor Loves You

5

Which made normal life tricky.

Monday morning: Double Potions. Harry kept his head down as Snape swept into the room. Gryffindor had lost five house-points before the man reached the dais at the front of the classroom. He tapped a piece of parchment with his wand and the scratchy writing transferred itself to the blackboard. “You will split into your usual groups and proceed”, the usual murmur began, “In SILENCE”, he bellowed and all flinched, even the Slytherins. Neville looked ready to keel over in a dead faint. Ron and Harry went into the store room to collect ingredients, “Can anyone spell ‘overcompensating’?”, Harry murmured and Ron suppressed a snort of laughter, which stopped the minute they stepped into the dark room. Harry turned and quirked a brow at his slack-jawed friend, “What?”. Ron shook his head and found his voice, “Erm, Harry, you, er, I mean, erm, you’re glowing in the dark”.

Pansy Parkinson chose the same moment to enter, “Bloody hell, Potter. What have you been taking over the weekend?”. Harry spread his hands and looked down at himself, he could see nothing strange, just the dim light filtering in from the classroom striking his hands, the shadows cast over him by the other two. He shrugged. A third and more ominous shadow fell over the group, “What in Merlin’s name is going on here?”, in the tight-lipped drawl they all knew and feared. Ron made to quail but remembered Harry’s words, “Sir, I have some Auror Sight skills and Harry has a shiny blue aura all around him that I have never seen before, and....Fuck, so do you, sir”, and had the amazing sight of seeing his feared teacher totally rattled. “What are you talking about, Weasley?”, but it was Pansy who cut in, “It’s true, sir. You and Potter have what looks like a line of bright blue neon all around you, but you can only see it in the dark”. “Thank you Miss Parkinson, please go back to your seat”, she turned to leave and he cast a minor ‘obliviate’ as she left. He made to do the same to Ron, when Harry put his hand up, “No, Severus. Ron, erm, knows”.

This earned him a dark look even while the man slumped against the wall. “Harry”, the man’s tone had softened somewhat, “Go back to the class. Mr Weasley, finish assembling the ingredients in here. I trust that as Harry seems to have apprised you of certain things then I hope I can rely on your discretion?”, he arched an inky brow. Ron thrust out his hand, “Done, sir”. Severus took the boy’s hand and shook it, “By the way, great show the other night”, he murmured and Ron thanked all the deities for the dim lighting.

Severus and Harry went back into the classroom and others could get into the store and select ingredients. Instead of being his usual menacing presence, prowling amongst the desks, Snape stayed behind his desk, his head in his hands only looking up to glare now and again when any sound louder than a pin dropping could be heard, whispering was out of the question. Hermione looked anxiously between them, her eyes full of questions. Harry shot her a tell-you-later look and they went back to the task at hand.

Considering the tension in the air, it was a wonder that anything worked at all, but at the end of the lesson there was a row of nearly identical bottled potions shyly placed on Snape’s desk. As the bell went, they all fled, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike until Snape barked, “Potter. Stay”. His friends shot him a sympathetic look as they left. He raised his head to see Harry slumped over his desk. “Harry, come here please”. Harry looked contrite and small as he shuffled towards the front desk and Severus took pity on him, “Come on, round this side”, and held his arms open as Harry stepped around the desk. Severus pulled the boy into his lap.

“What is it, Severus? What did the others see? I didn’t see a thing”. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and laid his head on Harry’s shoulder with a sigh, “Me either, but I happen to know that Miss Parkinson will make a very capable Auror should she wish to and that the Sight runs in the Weasley family line, so I suspect that sometime during our weekend we made some sort of bond. The phenomenon they describe is very like that of a bond-light only visible to Seers and only detectable in the dark. Damn. Now what?”

Harry lifted his lover’s face and their gazes locked, “Do you regret this weekend, Severus?”. The man shook his head and smiled, “Not a single minute, though I find myself wondering how Mr Weasley became cognizant?”. Harry blushed and told all. “So Miss Granger knows, too. Merlin’s balls, Harry, I thought we were trying for discretion here!”.

Harry hung his head, “Those two are a huge part of my life, Severus, they have aided me and loved me and saved me so many times. You may not like them but you cannot deny how honourable and loyal they are to me and they have sworn not to tell anyone else, particularly their, erm, partners. And, erm, there is another issue. Suppose something had happened to us when we were together, like Death-Eater capture or something. It won’t be the first time someone’s been in Hogwarts on a mission to deprive me of my life. It’s the equivalent of telling your mum where you are going before you go out, and anyway, we don’t keep secrets from each other. What was I supposed to do, lie?”.

Severus sighed, “You would have made a lousy Slytherin, Harry”, then kissed him. “Harry, despite my heart telling me not to do this, I feel we have no alternative but to go to Dumbledore. Would you accompany me after the evening meal tonight?”. Harry grinned, “Of course I will”, he kissed the tip of his lover’s nose and stood, “I’d better bugger off and get to Ancient Runes, oh and while we’re on the subject of discretion, please stop giving me those ‘look’s in the Hall. It’s starting those ‘Snape’s a baddie’ type rumours. Seamus has already promised to be around under my Cloak the next time you give me detention, and I’d rather serve those alone with you from now on”, he shot the man a cheeky grin. “Impudent boy”, was the only reply he got.

The Previous Day: Sunday

In some corner of his consciousness, Harry knew he was being watched, so he deliberately squirmed and stretched languorously until he was poked gently in the side, “Enough playacting Mr Potter, I know you’re awake”. Harry flicked open his eyes to find Severus leaning up on one elbow beside him. He stuck out his tongue, “Serves you right for watching. Mornin’ lover”. Severus Snape’s heart turned over, “All right, I’m busted for looking. You are beautiful asleep, but even more beautiful awake”, and leaned down to kiss the sleep-tousled boy in his bed. “Gods, Harry, you’re so perfect you don’t even have morning breath”. Harry giggled, “I don’t?” to which Severus just growled and pulled Harry closer. Harry disentangled himself, “There’s a couple of things I need to do, first and foremost, my bladder is complaining”, he rolled out of bed and a horny Potions Master watched his progress across the room, sighing with desire.

Harry used the bathroom then went back to the bed. He could vaguely see the form of his lover sprawled across it and shook his head then sat on the edge of the bed. Severus ran a hand down Harry’s back, “Is there anything wrong, Harry?”. His young lover turned to him, “I can’t see you. Give me a minute. Try not to jiggle the bed. It’s quite a delicate operation”, and pulled the small lens case towards him. Severus watched in fascination as Harry flipped the lid, seeing the tiny lenses in their bath of liquid and, using the mirror in the lid of the box popped each one in expertly. “So that’s why you didn’t flinch when I removed the insect. Control over natural reflexes is to be admired”, he purred. Harry turned and smirked, “Like the gag reflex?”. Then pushed his lover to the bed and demonstrated again until Severus moaned and shrieked before coming down Harry’s throat.

He lay, a boneless mess, in Harry’s arms. When he had recovered a shred of sense, he kissed Harry soundly, “Make love to me, Harry. I want to feel you fill me”, to Harry’s evident surprise. Severus sighed and covered his eyes with his arm lying back amongst the pillows, “Harry, there are a few things I think we need to talk about. This is another one of those Snape-is-a-bat-and-sleeps-hanging-from-the-rafters things isn’t it?”, he peered at his lover from under sooty lashes. Harry had the decency to blush, he nodded once.

Severus sighed and sat up, “Contrary to popular opinion, I do not have a torture dungeon hidden away. I loathe pain and the idea of inflicting any pain worse than a mild spanking gives me the vapours. I have been privy to disgusting rituals in his service that would make you physically sick, but I assure you, my tastes do not run in the same direction. I like to top and bottom in more or less equal amounts. The idea of restraint turns me on, but as the restrained not the restrainer and only with soft materials, bring a chain near me and I will run for the hills. I don’t mind a blindfold but gagging me will bring on a panic attack so if you are imagining me as some sort of Dom then you are sorely mistaken. I’m sorry if these ideas of me are part of what attracted you to me, but I am not this person that everyone imagines”.

He waited, chewing his lip as Harry digested this information, then his lover smiled gently, “You’re not a Dom? Thank Merlin for that! I want a lover who understands me. I feel so cared for by you. I don’t like the idea of either pain or being ordered about, I would vastly prefer gentleness and love. I have had some experiences, that, although nothing as abusive as your Death-Eater gatherings, have made me feel used and disgusted. Everyone wants a piece of the boy-who-lived and some of them wanted me to submit, to feel some power over me, the delight of subjugation, humiliating me. I never want to experience that again. I usually upped and ran from such encounters. People either sought my submission or wanted me to dominate them. The only person to really understand was Ginny Weasley. She wanted me for me, but she soon understood she was the wrong gender. That’s why she is such a good friend to me now. I am loving what we do, Severus, the tenderness and the lovely afterglows, the cuddles, all of it. Please don’t stop being wonderful, delightful, unexpected you, promise me. Oh, but I do like dirty talk, not slut or slave stuff, but I love being told in no uncertain terms what you intend doing with me, and I think that’s the key word, ‘with’, not ‘to’”.

Severus could feel his grin widen at Harry’s words, not to mention the flush reddening his face. He ran a hand through his hair then felt Harry tug him back down by his side wrapping warm arms about him and kissing him, full-on and passionate. As they emerged, Harry breathed, “I want to open you wide, then fuck you, no, make sweet love to you until you scream. May I?”. Severus grinned and lightly swatted Harry’s arse, “Never feel that you have to ask. Now take me and make me yours as I made you mine last night”.

Then voices were lost to kisses as Harry prepared his lover and took him, inching in slowly responding to hisses of pain/pleasure from his lover, “Sorry, Harry, it’s been a while”. Harry kissed his lover senseless as he slid the rest of the way in, “Never apologise, Severus. Oh god, you feel so good”. Severus moaned as he felt the heat of Harry spreading through him, “Move, baby”, he gasped. So Harry did, cautious at first, until his lover was whispering delicious obscenities in his ear, “Take me, Harry, fuck me. Fuck me hard”. Harry picked up the pace, making Severus groan, his legs flung carelessly around Harry’s waist, his hips bucking upwards and Harry had never seen such an erotic sight in his life. He felt the loss of rhythm, the random moves, felt Severus tighten around him, he murmured, “Come for me, Severus, come all over me”, as he grasped the long cock in his hands and pumped it to his own rhythm, his balls contracting as he felt the heat close tight around him. He watched Severus Snape lose it beneath him, his eyes squeeze shut as his mouth moaned his ecstasy and splashed plentiful come all over both of them, in moments, he shot deep inside his lover, spasm after long spasm, groaning aloud with each pulse as he was filling his beloved, then collapsed, to be gathered up and held, whispered words raining into his sweaty hair, passing out briefly from sheer passion to be brought round with kisses and that voice, his legs hooked over Severus’ and their bodies locked together by arms around them both.

Green eyes flicked open to find soft obsidian regarding him, long elegant fingers stroking his cheek, a shy smile on his teacher’s face. Harry blustered out his apologies to be gently hushed, a hand cupping his face and a warm mouth opening over his own. Life did not get any better than this as they touched foreheads and laughed softly, totally focussed on each other. Harry ran his hand through Severus’ hair and leaned in to an ear, “I love you, Severus”, he said in a low breathy voice, to feel strong arms tighten around him and his lover’s face burying itself in his neck, he heard the murmured reply, however, “Harry, I love you too, with all my heart and soul” and nearly sobbed with the intensity of feeling between them as they held each other. Neither noticed the skeins of blue light that wove around them and burrowed under their skin.

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Monday night, and dinner was just finishing. Harry had barely eaten anything to the chagrin of Ron and Hermione who were chivvying him to eat. “I can’t until I know what Dumbledore will say. He’s probably going to sack Severus for consorting carnally with a minor, even though I’m now of age. Well, if he boots Severus out, I’m going to go with him, sod Voldemort. We’ll disappear into the real world. We have a bond of some sort and I love him and he loves me and...”, his voice was becoming more and more agitated until Hermione shushed him with two fingers over his mouth, “Hush, Harry, do you want all this lot to know?”. Harry flicked a look at his other house-mates around the table and shook his head, “So keep your voice down”. Harry blushed and looked down. Hermione asked gently, “Is he the one?”. Harry met her eyes and nodded. Ron, at his side, grinned, “Thought so”, that earned him a playful bat to his arm then an arm round his shoulders. He leaned his head on Ron’s shoulder and his strong capable red-haired friend gathered him up to glares from two Slytherins, one at the top table, one at the house table. Hermione glanced at the Staff table, “He’s staring daggers at you both”. Harry smiled, “He’ll never stop me loving you two, I promise”.

Ron glanced at the Slytherins and saw Draco’s poisonous look, “I think a certain whinging bottom wants to hex me into next week, but he can sod off. You are far more important, you are my best mate, so sod ‘em both”. Harry laughed aloud and relaxed into the hugs. As Ron released him, he chanced a look towards the top table, to meet hooded dark eyes, possessive and full of want, his own lashes lowered, a small bite to his lower lip at the same time and Harry watched the Potion Master’s eyes slide shut seductively and Harry gasped slightly as Severus lifted some food to his mouth, his elegant fingers wrapped around the fork he held and made a lascivious meal of it, nothing too obvious, but Harry read the meaning and his insides melted.

That night, he really did mean to stay in his dorm, but just after midnight he awoke sweating and trembling, another vision of Voldemort and his cruelty transmitting itself through his scar. He dressed quickly and grabbed his Cloak and sneaked out of the dormitory. Ron had heard the tortured cries in sleep and watched his best friend go through slitted eyes, his slutty blond could wait a night or two for his jealous behaviour earlier. He silently wished Harry luck before succumbing to sleep once more.

Harry tried a timid knock but nothing happened, then a stronger and the door before him was torn open. Harry popped his head out of his Cloak, his eyes haunted, his breathing staccato and erratic and Severus pulled the boy into his rooms. They had both walked to the Headmaster’s office that evening, only to be informed that he was in London as a guest of the Ministry of Magic.

Severus held Harry tight against him, then the slow smile as he inhaled the aroma of Harry’s hair. He muttered “We are truly fucked when Dumbledore finds out”. Harry just shook his head, “Behave, love, how often do bonds like ours happen? Once in a blue moon”. He grinned up into Severus’ face, but the man couldn’t help the nervousness he felt, his job, his very career in teaching was possibly in jeopardy. Harry tried as best he could. Somewhere just before dawn, he felt Severus truly relax beneath him after a spectacular fuck that made them both see stars and pass out. As his love came round, it was to Harry holding him like his life depended on it, iterating his love and they both passed into peaceful, dreamless sleep.