How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Once in the truck, Harry placed his hand on Severus’ lower arm, sliding it down to rest on the bracelet that encircled his wrist. Running his fingertips over it, he looked up at his husband’s profile.

“I hate that you have to wear this damned thing, Severus.” He said as he stared at it. He couldn’t believe that his husband had done so much to ensure the freedom of the wizarding world and they were treating him like he was a common criminal. It just galled him to no end.

Severus glanced down and then back to his little one’s face and then smiled sadly.

“Harry, I expected this,” he said as he raised his wrist and shook it and the bracelet, “I’ve done my research on moving here to the States. I’ve been planning to retire here for years. I knew I’d have to wear this for a good while at least.”

“You knew?” Harry asked and slipped his smaller hand into the larger one of his husband when he offered it, smiling when he felt the long fingers close around his. Severus nodded and continued to drive.

“I’d known emigrating was going to be a pain, but I was willing to go the full monty with this and do it properly so there was no chance of being deported for anything.” He explained, “And that includes the jewelry, at least it will come off eventually. What I wasn’t prepared for was the expense incurred by our sponsors.”

Severus was quiet for a few moments as his husband pulled his hand over to his lap and stroked his fingers gently, almost as if comforting himself with the physical presence of the older man.

“I won’t let them take you away from me, Husband.” Harry said softly as he stared at their hands. The gentle strength in the long comforted him, and he didn’t want to imagine a time when he wouldn’t be able to reach out and not find that hand there.

“I’m not going anywhere Harry, don’t worry.” Severus said and brought his husband’s hand to his lips so he could kiss his fingers. “Damon and Grant made sure that I’m sponsored as of now, so no more worries from Ridell.”

“How much did Damon and Grant have to put up for your bond, Husband? May I ask?” he asked as he leaned back against the seat and tried to relax.

“Too much Harry, too much for the likes of me.” He sighed and then continued he knew his husband well enough to know he wouldn’t leave it alone until he got an answer. “They put the deed of the tavern they own down as the bond for me.”

“How much is that in terms of money?” Harry asked as he looked over at him.

“Over two hundred thousand American dollars.” He replied as he pulled his mobile out of his back pocket and dialed the bank he did business with in West Virginia. He wanted to check his accounts there and then check his vaults at Gringotts when he had a chance to fire call. He was by no means a poor man by anyone’s standards, maybe not as rich as a Malfoy, but certainly not as poor as a Weasley. After finishing his call he gave his husband a lazy smile and put his arm around his shoulders.
“I meant what I said about using the inheritance left to me by my parents Severus, and there’s what I made while I played quidditch after Hogwarts and what I made while teaching in that vault.” Harry said, he was adamant about his husband using the money he had brought into the marriage as they needed it. He didn’t see any reason not to touch it simply because it was ‘his’.

“I don’t want to touch that Harry. I think I can manage without having to go into that vault.” His husband said flatly, he wasn’t going to entertain the thought of using James Potter’s money to support his son.

“That vault? That vault? Is it the fact it was left to me? Come on Sev, don’t be dense, it’s just money. If we need it, use it.” Harry sighed as he leaned his head back against the seat. Some days his husband’s stubbornness truly amazed him, talk about cutting off one’s nose to spite their face. Not using needed money because the Potter name was attached to it.

“It isn’t open for discussion Harry.” Severus said mildly as he kept his eye on the road. He knew his young husband was angry, and he would also allow that he was probably right; he was being slightly stubborn about this.

“You’re right Husband. You’d have us starve in the streets wearing rags before you took a knut from a vault my father had anything to do with.” Harry snapped and turned to look crossly out of the side window. Well now, that was a nice hormonal outburst, he thought and winced inwardly. He risked a glance back at his husband and saw the white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Shit. Oh well, in for a sickle, in for a galleon.

“Not another word about this Harry.” Severus ground out between clenched teeth as he pulled back in at their camp site and turned the truck off. Harry just held up one hand, palm out towards Severus and tossed his head.

“Whatever.” He tossed over his shoulder, opened the door and hopped to the ground, taking the puppies with him. He stomped into the tent they’d just vacated, looked around and then set the pups down to play as he set about transfiguring the cot back into a comfortable bed again.

He could feel Severus watching him after the man followed him into the tent, he knew he was skating on thin ice with his behaviour so far, but for some reason he was just in a mood to be…churlish. Not saying anything more to his husband, Harry went ahead and stripped down to his boxers and lay down on the bed with his back turned toward him.

It really didn’t surprise him when he felt the crack of his husband’s hand across his arse a moment later; in fact he’d been amazed it had taken this long to be taken in hand. He yelped and jerked forward on the bed, but he didn’t say a word.

“You are an insolent little brat Harry.” Severus said as his hand came down again on his bottom. This time Harry didn’t make a sound, but clutched his pillow tighter and closed his eyes. He needed to know his Husband was still in control; too much had been happening that had him confused. One more swat was delivered to his bottom and then Severus lay down behind him and pulled him to him.

“Thank you Husband, I needed that.” Harry whispered as he laid his head on his mate’s chest. He wasn’t hurt, not in the least, Severus had swatted him like this plenty of times to get his attention and it always worked. Severus stroked his hair and his back gently, sighing softly; he always enjoyed Harry in his arms.

“Insolent brat.”

“Your insolent brat.”

“Always and forever.” Severus said softly as he kissed the top of his husband’s head.

“Are we going to be okay with money?” Harry asked as he slowly ran his fingers along the older man’s chest.

“We should be Harry. I have a substantial amount left from an inheritance from my grandparents, what I’ve amassed from teaching, then there’s what I’ve made over the past ten years or so in doing custom potions for Max and other Healers here in the States.” He explained, he thought that he would be able to cover almost everything on his own.

“I want to help Sev, I really do, it means a lot to me, what if we took just what I made while playing quidditch and teaching?” Harry asked earnestly, he didn’t want to feel like a leech to anyone.

“And just how much does a professional quidditch player make?” Severus asked as he cocked an eyebrow, he honestly had no clue; it certainly couldn’t be that much, could it?

“It’s obscene Sev, I played for three years at a hundred thousand galleons a year plus endorsements and expenses. I managed to save almost all of that.”

Gobsmacked would have been an accurate description of Severus Snape at that moment as he laid there, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“That much…for flitting about like an overgrown insect on a broom?”he squawked as Harry sat up and laughed at him.

“Yes, that much for my mayfly impression, aren’t you proud of me?” Harry laughed as he leaned down to kiss his flustered husband. This certainly put things in a different light, now didn’t it?

“Yes, yes of course Harry and in view of this, you can buy the house.” Severus laughed and then pulled him down into another longer and deeper kiss that ended with Harry’s boxers being lost somewhere along the way to being rolled under his husband.

A/N~ sorry to disappoint but Sev didn’t forget and neither did I *grins*…trust me Morgan will be dealt with and no one in the American government over wizards will be wiser. Neither Lucius or Draco bear the Dark Mark any longer so they will not trigger the bracelet.