How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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The couples sat together talking and laughing into the early evening, long after Allie had gone back to their tent and retrieved her portable cd player and soft music was playing in the background.

“Do you know how hard it is to stay on track with you doing that?” Severus teased as Harry danced and swayed while he was perched in his lap, the younger man only turning to give him a smile and then a kiss.

“Well you hate to dance and I like to, so this is a compromise, isn’t it?” he asked with a look of mock innocence as Allie snickered and followed the move Harry was doing and was rewarded with a groan from Max.

“Sev, man, are you dead below the belt?” he asked as his wife’s pert backside ground against him sensuously. He knew from watching that his friend was getting the exact the same treatment. His raven haired friend snorted and shifted his weight once more as his husband started to wiggle to some bouncy little tune.

“Most definitely not dead Max.” he chuckled as he stroked his lover’s shoulder tenderly. Harry smiled and stopped moving, settling back to nestle against his chest.

“Thank you again Severus.” He said as his laced his fingers through those of his husband.

“For?”

“For simply being you. For Asphodel and Bezoar.” He answered as he glanced over to where the two puppies were sound asleep on a towel folded up on the ground for them. Severus only kissed the back of his neck in reply and smiled as he remembered how happy Harry had been when he’d placed the wiggling puppy in his arms.

“I enjoy making things good for you, Harry. There’s not been enough of that in your life.” Severus said as his husband stopped bouncing around and contented himself with swinging his feet alongside the older man’s lower legs. The younger wizard just turned and graced him with a kiss and a smile of gratitude.

Harry knew that he had put Severus through hell in the past few days, and he wasn’t happy about the fact, but it seemed that the further away from the reservation he was, the less he felt the other ‘Harry’ slipping into place. Finally he was starting to feel a little more in control of himself and his emotions again.

Ron and Hermione had left earlier that day; their port key had determined it was time for the friends to part ways for now. There had been a few tears, but the Weasleys were reassured that Harry was safe and would continue to be safe with Severus. Ron had told both men to fire call him once they were back in West Virginia and he would port key back over with their belongs from Hogwarts. Neither Snape had to voice the relief they felt at not having to step foot back in their old home again. It would have been too much like visiting the dead.

After a dinner of sandwiches and sodas, the couples decided on an early night since Severus and Harry had planned to head back to West Virginia in the morning to start house hunting. Severus blew the lanterns out and followed Harry into the tent as the Sorens’ made their way to their own.
“Come here Harry.” Severus said as he gently drew his smaller husband into his arms and held him close. The two stood pressed into each other, their chests rising and falling in sync as they simply enjoyed the nearness of each other. Severus leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Harry’s head and turned him to face him.

The taller man slowly slipped Harry’s tee shirt up over his head and then threw it into the corner, leaning down he kissed his husband’s lips softly. He then hooked his fingers in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down over the swell of Harry’s new hips. He held the younger man’s arms as he stepped out of them and kicked them to one side.

Standing there in the glow of the moonlight, in only his boxers, Harry looked up and smiled at his husband.

“Kiss me again Sev.” He murmured as he slipped his arms up around the older man’s neck and pressed his lips to his husband’s. Severus held him there for a moment, kissing him and stroking his back before he broke the kiss and picked up his nightshirt from his bag and slid it over Harry’s head, smoothing it down his body; stopping and kissing his tummy before letting it fall to his ankles.

“Sleep tight Bump.” He whispered to the babe in Harry’s belly.

Harry only giggled and then set about undressing his husband carefully. Once he had the man’s shirt off, he laid his cheek against his chest and inhaled deeply. The scent of his man was calming, he always smelled of patchouli, biscotti for some reason, and the rain, he always smelled the same. Harry turned his head and buried his nose in the hollow under his husband’s sternum and simply nuzzled him. Mine he thought, all mine.

His nimble fingers made short work of the buttons on the fly of his husband’s jeans and he was quickly pushing them down those long legs and kneeling to pull them free as Sev lifted each foot in turn.

Harry stood once more and simply admired the long, lean lines of his man, the sparse black hairs here and there, and the way his long hair was starting to pull free of its braid this late in the day. He always had liked the fact Severus wore those fitted boxers, the man had a wonderful arse, and the package was…well…the package was his. Harry flicked his eyes up to the smiling face of the Potions Master.

“What would you like to sleep in tonight, Husband?” he asked as he moved to Sev’s bags. Turning back to look at him bathed in the moonlight, he waited for an answer.

“Just shorts are fine baby.” Severus said as he pulled Harry back to him and then pulled the covers back on their bed and sat down, picking up Harry’s hair brush and patting the bed in front of him for his husband to sit. Severus undid Harry’s hair and began to brush it out in long even strokes as they talked about their evening. Harry began to relax and sigh as his husband ran his fingers through his hair and then braided it loosely so it didn’t tangle badly while they slept.

“Thank you Husband.” Harry said and then took the brush and pulling up his nightgown; he climbed behind his Severus on the bed and began to do the same for him.

“You know Harry, I could become quite used to this routine for years to come.” Severus chuckled as the younger wizard rubbed his shoulders after his finished braiding his hair.

“So could I Severus.”

Severus stood and pulled the covers back on the bed on the bed and then put the puppies in the box Harry had placed beside their bed. Harry slid in first and took his spot next to the wall; he’d long given up the battle of sleeping on the outside of the bed. Severus would never allow it, if anything were to come through their door at night; it would have to go through Severus before Harry was ever harmed. They both moved around until they faced each other and Harry was cradled in Severus’ arms and then they began to talk quietly like many lovers do.

“Severus, may I make a request for something for our contract?” Harry asked hesitantly, his fingers idly playing in the sparse black hairs on his husband’s chest.

“What is it?”

“May I no longer address you as Master?” he asked in a very small voice, he wasn’t sure exactly how to explain to him why he wanted to make this request, but he would try. “I don’t want our children seeing me as something…less, but like it says in our contract it is ultimately up to you.”

Severus frowned in the dark, of course he had no problem with Harry’s request, and he understood that the children didn’t need to see one parent as less than the other. Somehow though, he got the feeling there was something else behind it.

“Harry its fine if you call me something else, but I’d like to know why else you’d like to stop using Master.”

“It reminds me of Morgan, I could never call him anything but that.” Harry replied. It had never really bothered him up until just a few days ago, he supposed that was when it was time his soul decided it was time to purge the bastard from it’s memory. Severus simply kissed his husband on the forehead and once more thought of the different ways Morgan Taylor was going to feel pain before he shuffled off this mortal coil.

“What shall we use instead?” Severus asked playfully, he didn’t want Harry to get saddened before they went to sleep. “Grand Poobha? O High and Mighty Ruler of the Universe? Prince of Humility? Sultan of Sarcasm?”

With each outlandish suggestion Harry laughed harder and Severus tickling fingers weren’t helping matters any. Soon the puppies were adding their little voices to the din until the tent was noisy enough to warrant Damon yelling at them to shut up.

“You don’t like any of those, oh husband of mine?” Severus smirked as he held his love tightly in his arms.

“They are all wonderful and fine names Severus, but I think I will simply call you Husband, if that pleases you.” Harry said with a smile and a light kiss to his lips. Severus could hear the capital H in Harry’s voice as he said it and he was pleased.

“That I like. And what is it I shall call you? Little husband? Wife? Not Pet, something….my Harry I think will do, my little Harry.” Severus mused and started to say something more but was cut off as not quite ten stone of husband jumped on top of him to kiss him soundly and senselessly. After a few minutes of some very intense kissing, Harry finally let his husband come up for air, rolling to one side he laid there and smiled happily to himself.

“Harry, what did you get today at the store?” Severus asked when he could talk again. Harry winced inwardly; he had been hoping to put that off for a couple more days until things that had happened that morning weren’t quite so fresh in Sev’s mind.

“Stuff?” he answered, hoping that might work and knowing it wouldn’t.

“Harry.” Severus growled once. The young man sighed and sat up in bed.

“I need my blue bag and my wand Sir, and I’ll show you.” He said softly, his eyes were cast down and his hands were nervously clenching the blanket. Severus groped around for both items and then set them in Harry’s lap once he found them.

Once Harry whispered a lumos spell and lit his wand, he opened his bag and pulled out the two floggers. He silently laid them in his husband’s lap and waited for judgment. Severus looked at them and then picked up one to look at it closely.

“You bought this?”

“No Husband, I bought the materials and then conjured them the way I wanted them to feel.”

Severus was silent again as he looked at them both carefully, testing the balance and swing of each.

“Why Harry?” he asked as he drew the purple one through his long fingers repeatedly, Harry chewing his lower lip as he watched.

“I don’t want the pain Sev, but I want the added feeling where they touch.”

“I see.”

“I’m sorry Sir, I’ll get rid of them.” Harry started to remove them so that he could incinerate them safely once off of Severus’ lap. Severus placed his hand out to stop him.

“No need to be hasty brat. We may have use of these.” He smirked and set them back in Harry’s bag and then set the bag back on the ground. He then took Harry’s wand from his very astonished husband and whispered “Nox.”

“You’re not mad at me?” Harry breathed as Severus pulled him back down to cuddle with him.

“No Harry, it seems I have been maybe handling you a little too gently, maybe it’s time to see where you want to set your boundaries.” Severus said as he closed his eyes and nuzzled in next to him. He loved the warmth of Harry pressed against him and planned to never go without it again.

“Sleep Harry, we have a long day tomorrow.” Severus murmured as slumber slowly overtook him. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Husband.” Harry sighed as his eyes closed and dreams crept up on him as well.