Love Makes The World Go \'Round

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A/N: Thanks to everyone for the reviews. I’m sorry I didn’t update sooner but I’ve been very uninspired lately. Your reviews help a lot though. Actually, even though i do like this story, i wouldn\'t have continued it if it hadn\'t been for your reviews.

Eh, I don\'t know, i\'ve just been depressed lately.

Anyway, This chapter is a series of longish drabbles (does that contradict itself?) that takes us through the Winter by using various POV’s. This is a transitional and necessary Chapter. It leads us into the second part of the story.

December 24th Harry’s POV

Severus is stretching, but at the same time keeps his nose in his book. *Sigh* He’s so elegant, so….attractive. Err. Well at least in a dark and greasy kind of way. I think it\'s strange that i\'ve never noticed him- in a sexual way- before now but perhaps I was too busy trying to make him the \'bad guy\' to notice his looks.

I don’t think it’s healthy for me to be thinking about him so often, then again, we are stuck together.

I wonder what Ron or Hermione would think if they knew that I had a crush on him. Well I’m pretty sure Hermione would say something like, “Harold James Potter that is your teacher.” As if I didn’t know Hermione. And Ron? He’d probably say, “Huh? You’re gay?” Yes Ron thanks for noticing. I don’t know why but I have a feeling that I will have that conversation with my friends someday.

This morning I found a really nice blanket in one of the upstairs closest. I’m going to wrap Severus present in it. I really hope he likes his present. This morning, after I found the blanket, I was real excited, and told him, “Tomorrow is Christmas”

He didn’t respond to me though. I think he’s depressed. I think he’s been depressed for a while. Of course, now that I think about it, I’ve never seen him celebrate Christmas so maybe it’s just the season that’s making him depressed. I hope once Christmas is over he will be back to his usual self.

Well, he may be depressed but personally, I like it here, Fort Granger is really a nice place now that I’ve cleaned it up a bit- *Snort* I remember when I told him that I wanted to call this house Fort Granger, he gave me his best glare before saying, “Why don’t we just call it the Dark Lord’s Venue?” I can’t believe he still says The Dark Lord, but I’m sure I will be able to break that habit soon enough.

He’s a hard man to convince though. For example, when he went back to Camp Albus, a couple days after we arrived here, he refused to let me follow him and though normally I would be stubborn until I get my way, the way he argued his case for making me stay made me concede rather quickly.

Within two days he made a quick three trips to the camp and back, and despite my protests he didn’t sleep until he came back from his third trip. I was slightly worried he had over exhausted himself.

As he slept I looked over what he brought. He had retrieved the books we took from Fire Town (Oh yes, I named the Library’s town Fire Town due to its disheveled look) as well as the food we had been collecting. There is an ice box in the Fort Granger kitchen so I lined it with snow to keep our food cold.

Now, I had expected for Severus to bring the books and food of course, but I nearly had a heart attack when I saw that he had brought a twig from our tree where he apparently re-carved the number of days we have been here. He’s become obsessed with counting the days. I wonder if I should be worried about that.

Well, I can worry about that later, right now I should wrap Severus’ present.

December 25th Harry’s POV

“Why don’t you just say it…Vol-de-mort.” I tell him with a giggle, I’ve been on his case about it since we woke up.

“Mr. Potter.” He says with his “warning” voice but surprisingly it only makes me giggle more.

“What about Tom, or Tommy, or Mr. Widdle! Widdle Widdle Tommy?” I giggle even louder this time.

“You may think you are, but you are not amusing me.” Contrary to what he says he rolls his eyes, which usually means, unless he sneers at the same time, that he is somewhat amused.

“Come on just say it. I know you’re not afraid to…or are you!” I say with my mock ‘serious’ face on.

“…” He sneers.

“I dare you.” I know I’m being childish but it is Christmas.

“You’re being childish.”

*snort* “So?”

“So, Mr. Potter, I had assumed that you would have grown up by now. You’re nearly 17.” Whoa, I can’t believe he said that. He actually said something nice about me.

“Come on, Professor.” I insist

“And what will it accomplish if I do?”

“You will finally be free.” Actually I just want to hear him say it but that answer would never satisfy him.

*Snort*

“It’s true” I lie.

“I will say it if it will get you to shut up.” He finally caves.

I win. I win. “Okay... say it.”

“Now?”

“Yes.” Of course now, when did he think, yesterday?

“What for?”

“Just say it.” Come on Severus!

“Voldemort! There are you happy?”

I smile at him in response and then look outside; it’s getting extremely dark and certainly time to give Severus his present. I know I should have given it to him earlier but I was having too much fun making him say Voldemort. And besides that, I’ve been trying to keep my mind off of presents; they remind me of the Weasleys and the Weasleys remind me of Ron and Ron reminds me of Hogwarts and well it’s just depressing.

I get up suddenly and run upstairs. Severus watches but doesn’t say anything. I think he’s getting used to me.

His present is lying under my bed. It’s wrapped in a soft velvet baby blanket. Who on Earth would give a baby a velvet blanket? Maybe the Malfoys.”

“Happy Christmas, Professor.” I say handing Severus the package.

“What is it?” He looks at me suspiciously. God, I can’t believe he’s suspicious. Doesn’t he trust me?

“Open it!” I tell him. I don’t know why I am so nervous.

“A ca-cauldron.”

“Do you like it?” I ask him. I really hope he does.

“It’s acceptable.” He nods and to me that’s the greatest present ever.

December 30th. Harry’s Pov

When Severus accepted my Christmas present I was thrilled and I thought that him being satisfied with my gift was all I needed for Christmas but very much to my surprise I got an even better present the next day.

I had woken up very early and although my body didn’t want to leave the warm bed I decided that it wouldn’t be healthy to lie in bed all day. After I got up I headed downstairs but on the way I peaked in Severus’ room, only to see if he was still asleep of course; that’s when I got my present. Severus was standing there, in his black boxers, and was lovingly stroking the cauldron. He had placed it right next to his bed on a shelf, and on top of the Velvet blanket. I had never seen him so content and the sight was almost beautiful.

I can’t help but grin at the memory.

*Sigh* Oh, now what is he up to? Severus is walking upstairs. Well, I might as well follow him; he is most likely going to lie down. He’s probably cold. I do love Fort Granger but I have to agree with Severus that it’s not nearly as insulated as it should be; it probably was kept warm with magic whenever the owners were here.

Yep, I was right. He’s going into his bedroom and is now about to lie on our bed. *Blush* I say his bedroom because it was assigned so when we first got here. But I say our bed because we’ve been sharing it for a few days now.

It all started the day after Christmas when-after looking over our supplies- we decided that we were running out of firewood too quickly. We both knew we could always get more but it gets so dreadfully cold sometimes that the thought of leaving the house is out of the question. To solve our dilemma I suggested that we share one bedroom so that we only have to have one fire lit at night. At first he said he would do without the fire and I could keep mine on, but after one night of sleeping in the cold he changed his mind.

He just looks at me as I get under the covers with him and he grunts when I put my head upon his chest. I love being with him. Sometimes he makes me feel like a puppy that follows there master around wherever they go, but sometimes, especially lately, he makes me feel like a wolf in heat that has finally found the perfect mate.

“There is no one else in this world that I rather be here with,” I tell him truthfully.

I feel him freeze for a second and it makes me nervous. “What about with Miss. Granger and Mr. Weasley?” He asks finally while pushing me away and nearly off our bed.

“Oh I love them sure enough but if I had been stuck here with them then I would have had to take care of them. But with YOU I know that I’ll be the one being taken care of.” I reply trying to cuddle up with him again.

He grunts and then suddenly he says, “We can’t lie here all day. I suggest we do some research.”

What? Why? Did I go too far? I was only trying to cuddle; I was only telling him the truth. I don’t’ get a chance to respond because he heads downstairs.
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I can here the wind outside and it sends a chill down my spine. It doesn’t matter that much anyway, regardless of the weather we have research to do.

My God, I never thought I would think that staying inside doing research was more important than going outside. Hermione would be thrilled.

“It says mother nature will take revenge when there is not enough O.V.C.” I tell him. He’s been making me give him a summery of everything I read that might be important to us getting back to Hogwarts.

“OVC?” He quirks his eyebrow. He’s so cute when he does that.

“Uh-huh. What’s OVC? I think in that *Rules and laws of Nature* Book it said something about it.”

“I don’t remembering reading…”

“Yes, here it is,” I say grabbing the book from the table, I swear he never listens to me! “It says OVC makes the world go round.”

“OVC? I can’t think of anything….let me see that.”

“Er. Okay.” He really should start trusting me.

“Potter. You imbecile. It doesn’t say OVC it says l-o-v-e.”

”No it…”

“It does. It’s just faded a bit.” He says pointing it out.

Oh. Well I feel like an idiot, “So what does that mean?”

“It means precisely what it says.”

“What does that mean for us?” I clarify.

“It means nothing Potter, it’s just a silly Muggle saying that some wizards, including this author, took a little too far.”

Oh. “Oh” I thought maybe I had uncovered something important.

January 9th Severus’ POV

“Come on Severus” He says for the ninth time today.

“Fine.” I grumble. He can be so irritating.

“Wh-what?” He stammers.

“I said fine.” Damn boy needs to clean out his ears.

“But…you let me call you Severus.”

“And?” I should have known. He’s been sneaking in my name every now and then to see if I will reprimand him, usually I do, but not this time.

“So I can call you Severus? Really?” The look on his face is priceless. So full of hope.

“We’ve been here long enough. But I must warn you, I will not tolerate you calling me Severus when we get back to school.” It’s true; we’ve been here far too long to keep up formalities. Besides we are sleeping in the same bed.

“And you’ll call me Harry?”

“Maybe” I smirk.

“Okay. So, you really think we’ll get back?”

“Yes.” I answer. It’s something I have to believe. I hear his stomach growl. I smile to myself at the sound.

“You know what the first thing is that I’m going to do when we get back?” He says.

“Hm?” I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to having small talk with James Potter’s son.

“I’m going to ask Dobby to make me a cheeseburger.” He smiles.

*Snort* Yeah right! More likely he is going to go find a boy to shag with first and then ask Dobby for the cheeseburger. I think he’s suffering from sexual frustration. He actually has tried to cuddle…CUDDLE! With me and if I didn’t know better I’d swear he looks at me with a hungry- and I don’t mean for food- look. “Well, I’m going to go straight to Dumbledore’s office and ask him if he could spare a lemon drop.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Why not? He’s always offering and if our surprise come back doesn’t give him a heart attack, my asking for one of his precious lemon drops will.”

Harry laughs and I smile.

February 19th

“What’s wrong Severus?” Harry asked when he noticed Severus staring blankly out the frosty window.

“Nothing.” Severus replied quietly.

“Come on I know something’s wrong.” Harry had spent way to long with Severus to not know when something was wrong.

“I was thinking about Draco.” Severus finally admitted.

“What? Malfoy?!”

“He’s not a bad person Harry. Just a little misled”

“A little?! Yeah right. Why were you thinking about him, anyway?”

“If the Wizarding world is still going on, and we indeed are just being ‘tested’ then….I just worry that he will do something he will regret with out me there to guide him.”

“So? Who cares? It’s only another Sly- uh it’s only Malfoy”

“I care, Harry. Regardless of the fact his father is a prick and his attitude about blood purity is a bit outdated- he has potential.”

“I doubt he has potential other than being one of Voldemort Slaves.” Harry spat.

“You will not talk about Draco in such a manner in my presence.”

“You can’t stop me from speaking the truth.”

“Just because it’s your opinion does not make it a truth Mr. Potter.”

“Mr. Potter.” Harry mocked and then stormed up to his freezing bedroom and pouted. Harry didn’t really care either way about Malfoy but he was hurt and even more jealous that Severus was worried and thinking about him.

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“Okay, I’m sorry about what I said about Malfoy.” Harry said when he finally left the bedroom. He knew it was silly to be jealous of Malfoy but he couldn’t help it, he always had had problems controlling his temper.

“It’s alright Harry. I don’t like it but I understand why you’d say what you’d say. I would probably say something similar about Black if he was still alive.”

“Yeah you probably would but it wouldn’t be for the same reasons that I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind.” Harry sighed.

“Harry” Severus said using his ‘warning’ voice.

“Okay but you can’t get mad and you need to stay open minded.”

“I’m waiting…”

“Okay, I.. uh…I was jealous. Jealous because you obviously seem to care a lot about Malfoy and you see….well….. I like you.”

“…”

“I mean really like you. I like you- like you. You know?”

“Oh. Harry I think you’ve miss interpreted your feelings. You are suffering from sexual deprivation and that’s altered your thinking.”

“Are you kidding? You think that I don’t know what I want?.”

“You don’t know what you want” Snape replied matter of factly.

“I do! I- okay so I’ll admit that I didn’t have feelings for you until recently but that’s only because I didn’t really know you until—”

“You still don’t know me Harry.” Severus sighed and walked away. He didn’t want to have this conversation.

“But …I know you better.” Harry sighed into the air.

March 1st Severus POV

Stupid brat is sick; I had been trying to avoid him as much as possible since his little confession a few weeks ago. He thinks he likes me and I can’t deny that it’s not flattering but I know that if we hadn’t been stuck here he would have never given me a second unnecessary glance.

“Heuh,” he groans. Poor boy- poor stupid boy. It’s his own fault, though. I had been ignoring him and when he finally made a plea for me to talk to him and I didn’t listen he shouted, pouted, and stormed outside. He sat in the snow for nearly seven hours.

“Here.” I say handing him a cup of tea.

“Ank uh.” He says in response.

I smile. He looks adorable, “Now did you learn a lesson about going outside in the middle of winter?”

“Thut up.”

I laugh and get into bed with him. His cold is due to his own stupidity and not because of bacteria so I know I won’t get sick.

He cuddles up to me and I lay my head on top of his. I don’t have the heart to push him away when he’s sick and besides that he smells incredibly good. I think I could live on his scent. Hmm. The brat actually got what he wanted.

March 24th Severus’ POV

I’m trying to read but I can’t because SOMEBODY insists on staring at me.

He’s been looking at me for ages. It’s rather annoying. He’s recently stopped trying to insist that his ‘feelings’ for me are true, but right now he’s just staring at me- like a wanton idiot.

“What do you want Harry?” I finally sigh. His name still seems foreign to my tongue.

“Nothing.” He smirks evilly. It’s official he’s spent entirely to much time around me.

After a while he nearly purrs, “I want you Severus.”

“Want me to what?” I know perfectly well what he is talking about; I just hoped he had given it up.

“You know what I want. I’m not sex starved, Severus. Hell, I’ve never had sex so it’s not like I know what I’m missing but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.”

He looks so determined and I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t deny that I find him attractive, but I know that acting on my feelings would be taking advantage of him. Especially now that he’s practically confessed that he’s a virgin.

“Severus? Just kiss me.” He said approaching me. I don’t reply, I just stare at him. I’m usually not like this. I’ve always been able to dominate, I’ve always been able to control others, but right now….I can’t.

Before I get a chance to protest he is claiming my lips. Oh Merlin! I can’t help but respond. His kiss is amateurish but pleasant…very pleasant. He pulls away suddenly and grins at me. Brat!

He leans in again for another kiss…and I can’t argue. I think I’ve turned into a bitch.
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Harry’s POV

I kissed him! And he didn’t even stop me! OH god it was fire. Hell, I don’t care if we don’t have magic anymore with kisses like that we can make our own magic! His lips are incredibly soft. It’s insane. Oh wow. Oh wow. He tastes wonderful I never want this to stop.

April 4th Severus’ POV

It hasn’t snowed in nearly three days and the snow that was on the ground is melting fast. We’ve decided not to head back to Albus and just keep heading East. It’s almost sad to be leaving Granger but she did her job by keeping us warm throughout the cold months.

I look over at Harry as he packs. He keeps trying to get me to fuck him. I’m not going to lie to myself and say I don’t want to feel his tight little arse…his tight little virgin arse engulfing my cock. But I won’t do it, for many reasons, but one of the bigger ones is because he’s so innocent. I mean, a few days ago he actually asked me, after reading it in a book, “Can wizards really get pregnant?” I didn’t laugh at him but it was awkward for me trying to explain that ‘Yes, Wizards can get pregnant with the right amount of magic.’

He looks up at me and smiles. I smirk back and he goes back to packing. *SIGH* I know I can’t give in but it is difficult. If I knew we were going to be stuck here forever then I would, and if I knew for sure that we weren’t then I probably wouldn’t allow him to hump me. *Snort* Never did I imagine that I’d ever have, in my adult life, a person humping my leg while I just lay there.

It’s happened every night since our first kiss. He will climb into my bed, even though it’s certainly warm enough for him to sleep in his own, and cuddles next to me. Within minutes we start kissing. I never say anything but I know my breathing becomes heaver as the kisses and what follows becomes more intense. *Sigh* I don’t know why I let it happen, the only excuse I have is that I am human and that it feels good. The kisses vary from night to night, sometimes they are slow and passionate and sometimes they are hard and needy.

But every night, regardless of the type of kissing, after a long session, he stops abruptly and pulls off his shirt. At first it had been easy to control myself but now that I know what the taking off of his shirt signifies, my penis immediately responds.

After he tosses his shirt aside he kisses me again and while we’re kissing he takes off his pants. Once they are off he lets my mouth go and lays his head on my shoulder. He presses his body against me and my penis gets even harder.

He always waits a few minutes before he starts rubbing his cock against my body and as I tend to wear only my boxers to bed, when he grinds his cock against mine it becomes nearly unbearable not to throw him down and pound into his arse.

It never takes long for him to come- which usually he dose so panting my name. I’m almost always relieved when he finishes as I never allow myself to come. Because I don’t come Harry usually gets upset but I just give him a few kisses on his sweaty forehead and his anger always subsides.

April 30th.

“Why won’t you make love to me?” Harry whined. It had been a long day of mainly walking and now the boys were sitting on top of some blankets and near a fire.

“First of all, you’re underage.” Severus answered.

“That’s stupid. We don’t know that we aren’t the last people on earth and if that’s the case then there are NO laws.”

“You’re also my student.”

“Pssh, even if we do go back I’ll probably have to take special classes to catch up with my class. Besides that, NEWT potions is optional.”

“That’s not the only thing Harry.”

“Then what? Severus please tell me. You know I really lo-like you. I swear.”

“Harry, you don’t understand.”

“Talk to me Severus.” Harry pleaded.

“It’s hard Harry. It’s hard for me to think about have a sexual relationship not based on business when my whole life all my relationships have been based solely on business.”

“So you’ve never had sex with someone you were in love with?” Harry asked quietly.

“No…Yes…Okay, I lied. I have had one relationship where it was not based on business”

“Who was it with?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does. Please, tell me?” Harry insisted.

Severus sighed. He didn’t know why but talking to Harry was easy and if he was even going to consider having a relationship with Harry he knew he was going to have to tell him about Judas.

“You wouldn’t know him. He wasn’t a Death Eater or anything like that. He went to Hogwarts for two years. My 1st and 2nd. Back then I thought I was in love with him but I learned later that it had only been teenage lust. That changed, however, when I saw him again when I was 18. It was completely different.

He was so beautiful. He had light brown eyes and blond hair, not Malfoy blond but just a nice shade of blond; anyway, he was working as manager at a Muggle Hotel. I only stumbled upon the hotel by accident. It was raining and since I hadn’t spent too much time in the Muggle world at that point, and I didn’t want to risk using magic I decided that waiting the storm out in a hotel room would be suitable.

As soon as I walked into the Hotel office I saw him. He knew me right away. We spent that night together, and the next night, and then again the next. Finally I had to leave but we decided to stay close. I’d visit him at the hotel almost every week, and we’d go out for dinners, and Muggle movies. After six months he proposed to me.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him yes. I was in love.”

Harry kept his eyes steady…waiting.

When Severus saw that Harry was expecting more he continued. “The night he proposed to me we made love. It wasn’t fucking but it was making love. Merlin, he was so gentle with me; he treated me like I was a virgin.” As Severus spoke Harry felt a wave of jealousy wash over him but he said nothing and let Severus continue. “It was slow and beautiful. When we finally came it was in unison. It was amazing. I had never felt so complete. Judas, had made me complete.” Severus closed his eyes and a tear ran down his cheek.

“What Severus? What happened? Tell me.” Harry didn’t really understand why he was crying. It seemed to him that it was a happy story and it would have been a happy memory for Severus.

“We made a stupid mistake that night.” Severus said finally, “Because we were engaged, we didn’t find it necessary to use an anti-pregnancy spell. And a few weeks after that night I found out I was pregnant. At first Judas and I were very happy. Judas couldn’t stop making up baby names, and his brother, just barley the day after he found out, went out and purchased several sets of baby cloaks and boots. Everything was wonderful. But then Voldemort found out. He was very angry and…” Severus paused.

“What?!”

“He was extremely jealous at the time, he was rising in power and he didn’t want one of his best, meaning me, to be focusing on things other than him. He knew that if I had a family would change my focus, and so he…” Severus swallowed hard. “He killed both of them.”

“What?! Both Judas and the baby!?”

Severus nodded.

A/N: Okay so the chapter changed focus a lot, sorry about that.
Review please.

I forget what the next chapter is about and I don’t want to look it up right now but I do know it will take us up to Harry’s birthday.

And in case you’re wondering…Severus took his cauldron with him on the trip and the whole \"love makes the world...\" will be brought up again.