How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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As soon as Max had given Harry a clean bill of health, the young pregnant wizard hopped up out of the chair he had been sitting in and headed for the kitchen. They are he found Allie and Damon putting the finishing touches on their evening meal. He stood for a moment, the light cotton robe he was wearing gently brushing his lower legs and reminding him that he should probably go upstairs and change. Damon turned and gave the younger man a smile that reached out and drew him into a hug.

\"Are you feeling okay, Harry?\" He asked quietly as he just let the smaller man rest against him for a moment. Harry stepped back and nodded, he felt all right in fact he felt better than he had in some time. They both turned as they heard enter Grant into the room and give them both a smile. Grant pulled Harry to one side, wanting to tell him that his husband probably needed him very much right now.

\"Harry, why don\'t you fix a couple of plates and take them upstairs for you and Sev instead of eating down here.\"

Harry looked at the older man and then nodded. \"Is he all right?\"

\"I think that right now Harry, he simply needs you with him as his husband and not as his submissive,\" Grant said as he helped Harry fix a couple of plates. \"He saw things that seem to have affected him deeply and he needs to know that you are alright.\"

Harry looked at the older wizard, biting his lower lip and wondered what he should say. He took both plates and started out of the kitchen before he turned back and asked one question. \"Why do I feel better? And do I apologize for that?\"

Grant sighed and walked across the road to stand next to Harry, placing one hand on his shoulder. \"You most likely feel better because your mind feels like it has purged some of the poison that you have kept pent-up for so long. Never apologize for feeling better Harry.\" Harry looked at the older wizard for a long moment and then slowly nodded his head. He understood.

Grant rejoined the rest of the group while Harry went upstairs to find Severus sitting on their bed wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Harry sat both plates down on the computer desk and then went to sit at his husband\'s side on the bed. Severus didn\'t say anything, but placed one hand over Harry\'s and gave it a gentle squeeze. Harry leaned over and kissed his pale cheek softly.

\"I brought some supper up for us, Grant thought that it might be best if we spent some time alone,\" Harry said as he reached up and tenderly stroked Severus’ damp hair. \"Would you like something for your stomach?\"

Severus nodded. \"The green vial in the medicine cabinet will take care of my stomach if you would not mind getting it for me.\"

\"Not at all love,\" Harry said as he rooms to his feet and crossed the hallway into the bathroom to fetch what his husband needed to feel better. Once Severus had drunk the potion, Harry pulled a night shirt from one of the dresser drawers and gently pulled it over his husband\'s head and then threaded his arms through the sleeves. Severus gave a snort and shook his head. \"Did you find something funny, Severus?\"

\"Normally Harry, I am the one that dresses you, not the other way around,\" the older man sighed as he relaxed while Harry brushed his hair free of tangles.

\"This is very true Husband, but there is nothing that says that I cannot do this for you,\" Harry said softly as he laid the brush on the nightstand. Severus caught the smaller hand in his own and brought it to his lips to place a gentle kiss against the fingers. “And besides Professor, I rather enjoy the idea of having a life size Sev doll for my personal amusement. Surely you can’t find fault with that?” he quipped as he playfully leaned in and nipped at Severus’ nose before he settled back on the bed. Severus raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

“A life sized Sev doll, eh?”

Harry nodded with a smirk. “Oh yes, one I can dress up in any manner I choose. You know you would look smashing in a light pink colour,” he continued as he stood back up and stripped out of his own robe and slid his night shirt on, “and maybe even matching pumps.”

“Turning me into a doll, are you Mister Snape?” his older husband drawled, trying very hard to keep a straight face as Harry just rambled on with different nonsense. It was good seeing him like this again. His eyes widened as he noticed Harry had his wand out and was scrutinizing him with his head cocked to one side. “Harry, don’t you dare.”

Harry gave him one of his oh so very innocent looks. “Do what Sev? Surely you don’t think I am capable of doing something that evil, do you?”

“Harry, if anything I am wearing turns any other colour than what it is right now, I’ll…” he began as Harry smirked and waved his wand. Severus stood immediately as he felt an odd tingle dance over his skin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “What did you just do, Harry?”

“Not a thing Sev, just merely danced a whisper over you,” Harry said with a smile and sat down next to his husband again.

“Insufferable brat.”

“Your insufferable brat, you greasy git,” Harry said as Severus pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed his forehead.

“It’s good to see you like this again, Harry, I’ve missed you,” Severus said quietly as they just sat there. He had a deep seated need to hold Harry close and never turn him loose again. Harry molded his body to his husband’s for a moment before he got up and brought Severus his dinner.

“I feel good Sev, I mean it. Better than I have in awhile. It feels like things aren’t as heavy in my head now,” he replied as he sat down next to him and folded his legs up under him. “I know I am not all better, but I feel…more in tune with myself. Not like I am trapped and I have to relive some things again and again.”

Severus turned to face his young husband, also tucking his long legs under him while he ate. He let Harry talk on uninterrupted about what he was feeling, feeling it was best to let him get as much out as he wanted. The younger man seemed so much more animated than he had this morning, watching him joke was like a balm to his aching soul. Harry stopped for a breath and gave him a lop sided grin.

“I love you Severus, I just wanted you to know that,” he said and forked another mouthful of pasta into his mouth. Severus reached out and wiped a bit of sauce from Harry’s mouth before he spoke.


“I love you too, Harry, even if you are a pain in my arse,” he murmured as he took the empty plate from his spouse and handed him his glass of ice tea. The younger man drank deeply and set his glass down, looking at his husband carefully.

“Severus, I don’t know what you saw in my mind, and to be honest, I don’t want you to tell me, but I want to know if you are okay,” he said, his emerald eyes catching Severus’ obsidian ones in a piercing gaze that he held. Severus set his dinnerware to one side and took Harry’s hand in his own, slowly tracing circles on his husband’s palm with his hand.

“I am not going to lie to you, Harry. I don’t even have the words to tell you what I saw, but I assure you that I am okay and that I am never leaving your side,” Severus said while his fingers played with the wedding band on Harry’s finger. “My heart has too much of you in it to survive alone now.”

“I was so afraid,” Harry said as he looked down and concentrated his attention on how his fingers were interwoven with those of his husband. Severus didn’t have to say anything, he just pulled him to his lap and held him close.

“There is nothing to be afraid of now. I’m here. Besides, aren’t you the one that took care of the Dark Lord with your bare hands?” Severus asked as he ran his hands along his husband’s arms. Sometimes it was easy for some people to forget just how strong of a wizard Harry really was, but Severus never forgot. He’d been at Harry’s side during the final battle and watched in open mouthed awe as his mate decimated Voldemort’s inner circle and then dispatched the former man himself. His little Harry was a trained killer, it was something he never forgot.

Many people they had met since they had become a couple had made the mistake of seeing Harry as a weak person. Mistook the way he looked after Harry as a weakness on the younger man’s part. They couldn’t be further from the truth. This was Harry’s choice, if he didn’t want it, it wouldn’t happen. This was different than what had happened with Morgan Taylor, Severus had not sucked Harry into a web of deceit and then turned on him viciously.

Harry’s friends had had a hard time accepting this relationship, fearing that Severus had preyed upon him while he was in a weakened state after he’d gotten away from the other man. What they didn’t see, what the couple chose to keep private was that Severus had been instrumental in helping Harry heal. He wasn’t there to exact revenge for something the young man’s father had done to him all those years ago, he had grown up as well and moved past the need for petty revenge. He startled a bit when Harry shifted in his arms.

“Why are you so quiet, Sev?” he asked as he traced the pattern of veins and scars on the backs of his hands. Severus smiled and dropped a kiss to the top of Harry’s head.

“I was thinking about you,” he answered. “Thinking about how people see you.”

“They see me as weak Sev, I know that,” his husband replied with a shrug. “I don’t care. Let them think what they want. I am happy. Someone finally cares about me as Harry, not as Harry Potter.”

“You aren’t weak Harry,” Severus said as he began to trace patterns on the knobby knees of his husband. Harry snorted at that.

“I know that Sev, but for once, I just want someone to look after me. Not because they have to, not because I am a tool for them to use, but because they love me.”

“I enjoy looking after you, you obnoxious little brat,” Severus said as he shifted Harry around on his lap and leaned down to kiss him. Harry kissed him slowly and passionately, taking his time to map out the older man’s mouth again. He pulled away slowly while sucking on Severus’ lower lip.

“Do you remember the first time you kissed me?” Harry asked as he looked into the heated gaze of his lover. “I mean really kissed me, not a peck on the cheek.” Severus smiled a little and nodded, oh yes, he remembered it quite well.

“It was in my classroom two minutes before the third year Hufflepuffs were due to arrive. You had eaten something with scads of cinnamon in it right before because I could feel my mouth tingle with it. I almost cancelled class that day in favour of taking you back to my quarters to spend the afternoon exploring your mouth,” he replied with a smile as Harry looked at him in wonder. The younger man shook his head in amazement at his husband’s memory.

“Red hots, I’d been eating cinnamon candy,” he whispered. “You made me feel so wanted right then, and I don’t mean just to use, but actually like you wanted my company.”

“Harry, I never told you this, but the night I found you, I knew you had been brutalized to some extent,” Severus began and Harry nodded, he remembered that night. “I had wanted a relationship with you for some time prior, but had no clue as to how to locate you. When I was treating you and saw the blood, it occurred to me then that you may very well never be capable of another physical relationship.” Here Severus faltered for words as he stared into his husband’s intense gaze and wondered why he’d even brought this up. “I had resigned myself to a life of celibacy at that point Harry, as long as it meant you would be part of it.”

The Man Who Killed Voldemort So He Could Be Loved looked at his husband and just shook his head and what he had just said. Harry had had feelings for Severus since his fifth year at Hogwarts. They had started out as a crush, grew into infatuation, blossomed into hope, and finally matured into love for the man whose lap he was sitting in. Harry could not imagine his life without Severus in it and he didn\'t want to ever face the possibility of that happening. Severus had allowed him to deal with his feelings of submission in as healthy an atmosphere and relationship as possible. Allowing him to explore different facets what he had been exposed to with Morgan.

When Harry had first met Morgan the man seemed to offer everything the young Quidditch player needed in his life. For years Harry had been searching to fill an empty space inside. Morgan Taylor was a man who read people and as he read the young Harry he saw a man-child that needed a firm hand and a kind word. He knew exactly who Harry Potter was and after seeing what it was he needed, Morgan began to formulate his plan on how to exact revenge for his dead brother. The relationship went from boyfriends to prisoner and jailer within a few months. It shamed Harry to know that he had been suckered and taken in by the old chestnut, \"If you want me to love you then you\'ll do this for me.\"

After Harry had healed during his time with Severus and he came back as a teacher, he once again felt the desire to try to let the dour Potions Master know how he felt about him. It had not taken the two long to realize that they did indeed have strong feelings for each other and then the hard part began. For Harry had learned during the time he had stayed in Severus\' chambers that the older man was a Dominant and that called to that part of Harry that needed guidance and a gentle hand from someone that would take no nonsense from him. However the older man had been understandably reluctant in pursuing that aspect of their relationship, fearing Harry would use his role as a submissive to try to punish himself for his naivety that had resulted in his abuse.

\"Sev, do you remember first time I called you master when I came back to Hogwarts?\" Harry asked thoughtfully as he continued to turn things over in his mind. The older wizard nodded, and he certainly did remember when it happened and how it made him feel.

\"We were at top table and you asked me for permission to go back to your rooms,\" Severus answered. He would never forget how Hooch and Hagrid had stared at him as if he were the Dark Lord in the flesh. The wave of hatred had been nearly palpable as it washed over him from his colleagues. Not only had Harry called him Master, but he had looked as though he expected to be severely reprimanded for having the temerity to ask him a question. Severus had looked at his young charge in disbelief and mumbled to him to go on.

\"You never told me if I had gotten you into trouble that night,\" Harry said softly. His husband could hear the question in his voice and chose to answer him honestly.

\"Dumbledore invited me to take tea with him after supper. During that hour I was given veritaserum and questioned without mercy as to the nature of my relationship with you,\" Severus explained while he played his fingers through Harry\'s long hair. \"Minerva and Xiamora were both demanding that I be brought before the school governors so that I could be dismissed for improper conduct.\"

Harry slid out of Severus’ lap and stared open mouthed at his older husband. He\'d had no idea that he had been put through that, over nothing but a stupid word.

\"Oh Merlin Severus, I had no idea that they did that to you. You never said anything to me that night, just asked me not to ever do that again where people might overhear me,\" Harry breathed as he took in the older man\'s rueful smile and shook his head. \"You could have been fired because of me... I\'m so sorry, I don\'t even know how to tell you have sorry I am for what I did to you.\"

Severus drew his pregnant husband back into his arms and kissed him gently. \"It\'s of no matter now little one. Suffice to say I managed to convince them that I was harmless in regards to you. Neither Minerva nor Xiamora have ever really trusted me, both were ready to assume the worst case scenario when it came to me.\"

\"I am so glad that we never have to go back there again,\" Harry said as he allowed Severus to nuzzle and nip his neck and cheek. He heard his husband grunt in agreement while he ran his tongue over the outer edge of his ear. Harry felt a shiver of arousal start at the base of his spine and run up his back, he absolutely adored it when his husband played with his ears. If Severus kept it up, Harry knew he would be wet between his thighs in a matter of minutes. Thanks to hormones and his body\'s changes Harry was almost always in a state needy arousal. He heard Severus’ deep rumbling chuckle and felt the warm puffs of air as they ghosted over his skin.

“I had decided that this was going to be my last year at Hogwarts in the capacity of potions teacher,\" Severus said as he gently tipped Harry\'s head to the other side so he could concentrate on the untouched skin there. \"I had planned to take a small flat in Hogsmeade so that we would have a place to be together while you taught.\" Harry whimpered as his husband\'s tongue dipped into his ear and gently licked the inner shell.

\"But I thought to you wanted to retire here?\"

Severus bit down gently on the newly tanned skin of his husband\'s slender neck before he answered. \"I did Harry, but when I realized what you meant to me I couldn\'t bear the thought of leaving you behind. I knew I would have to stay and I was okay with that.\"

“You would have stayed in a place you loathed because I was there?” Harry asked softly.

“If we had not decided to stay here, then yes, I would have taken up residence near you,” Severus said as he felt his own growing arousal. He was amazed that his body was responding this way after the things he’d just experienced, but he was not going to argue with nature. “I just hope you will be happy here away from everything you have known.”

Harry tipped his head back and grinned at his husband. “I have a family and I have a wonderful husband, how could I not be happy?”

“You have no idea how beautiful you are do you?” Severus asked as he smiled down at the smiling face of his husband. Reaching one hand up to trace the line of his cheek bone, he cupped the back of Harry’s head with the other and pulled him into a deep kiss. His lips still pressed to Harry’s, the older wizard managed to stretch out along the bed on his back while pulling Harry so that he lay on top of him. He ran his long fingers up and down Harry’s back as the younger man pressed into the kiss, plundering Severus’ mouth with his searching tongue.

“Just like you have no idea how handsome you are, Sev,” Harry panted as he broke from the kiss, pulling his head back and looking down into his husband’s eyes. He could feel his husband’s arousal as it pushed against his own cock. With a smile, he pressed his hips down against his husband’s, rocking himself over the burgeoning erection that was trapped in the older man’s night shirt. Harry shuddered as well from the sensations he was getting as Severus bucked his hips up and pulled Harry down at the same time. Not for the first time he cursed the fact his body was not able to answer in kind. He was not a little worried that by the time this pregnancy was over he would forget how to react as a man should to stimulus.

“Ohhhh Harry…” came Severus’ shuddering groan as he was lost in the pressing weight of his husband. He rocked under his husband, moving his body to where he knew he was aligned with Harry’s prick, being sure that he was giving pleasure as well as receiving it.

Harry’s breath quickened as he felt his body respond to his husband’s frotting, even though he was still soft, it still felt damned good and he wanted more. The younger wizard rolled his hips and nearly howled at his husband’s answering thrust before Severus wrapped one hand behind his head and brought him down into another mouth bruising kiss. Harry was held firmly with one hand on the back of his head and the other at the small of his back, molding his body to his husband’s as they continued this horizontal dance of need and want.

Harry felt the first curls of heat tingling in his lower belly and he ground down harder over Severus’ prick, his own leaking precome and twitching from the stimulation. Severus, being attuned to his lover’s different cries while in the throes of passion, recognized that particular growling whine deep in Harry’s throat and rocked himself faster against the younger man. Harry’s hands clenched the older man’s shoulders tightly as he arched his back, pushing down against Sev’s groin as his seed spilled from his still flaccid cock.

“I’mmmmmmm commmminnnggg…” he moaned, his head thrown back and his hips held tight to his husband’s. He could feel the tremours in his legs start to subside as Severus had both hands on his hips now and was bucking up against Harry. His face was contorted in a grimace of pleasure, he was being pushed over the edge by the added heat of Harry’s come that was bathing his cock.

“Come for me Sev,” Harry demanded as he hooked his ankles under his husband’s calves and used the added leverage to grind himself against him relentlessly. Leaning back down, Harry began to bite and worry the flesh at the juncture of his husband’s neck and shoulder, delighting in the growls he was causing to spill forth from the other man’s lips. He was quickly rewarded with the near scalding heat that poured from his husband as his seed pulsed out of him in short bursts to further soak their night shirts.

Both lay quietly in each other’s arms for a moment before Harry pushed himself up to get off the bed. Severus let his eyes follow his husband as he walked out of the bedroom door, he knew where he was going. Sure enough a few minutes later he heard the flush of the toilet and then running water and Harry returned with a wet flannel for them both to use to clean up.

Harry grinned as he looked down at his now sleepy husband as he stripped off his wet night shirt and pulled a clean one over his head. Severus raised one eyebrow and looked at him sitting there with an idiotic grin on his face. His own night shirt being cleaned by a quickly cast cleansing charm.

“Why, pray tell are you looking like a cat that was just fed cream?”

“Didn’t eat it this time Husband, took a small bath in it instead,” Harry quipped as he curled up next to his husband on the bed, laughing as he heard the groan at his odd sense of humour.

“Absolutely incorrigible.”

“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” Harry shot back as he relaxed in his husband’s warm embracing arms. Severus had to concede that point, he did like seeing Harry playful.

“True, but I’ll never admit it.”

“You just did,” Harry smirked.

“Damn.”

Several moments later, just as Severus was close to falling asleep, Harry spoke up again. “Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?” Severus opened one dark eye and looked at his husband.

“Harry, why are we doing this?” he asked quietly as he shifted Harry in his arms. He didn’t mind answering the questions of his young spouse, he just didn’t know why the sudden bout of twenty questions. “Are you needing me to reaffirm how I feel about you?

Harry didn’t say anything as he thought about his husband’s question; in truth he didn’t really know why he was bringing any of this up. Maybe he did need to hear that he had made some sort of impression on his lover’s life, that he was not the only one that remembered the little intimacies they had shared. When Harry didn’t answer him right away, Severus went on to answer the question posed.

“Yes Harry, I do remember the first time I told you that I loved you.” Harry looked at him and waited for him to continue. He remembered as well, he wanted to see if the memories matched up. “It was after a nightmare and you were asleep all wrapped up in a blanket as I held you close.” He saw Harry’s shocked look and smirked. “I would gather from your response that you were expecting me to recount the memory of our dinner at Angelino’s were I declared my love to you.”

“Actually yes,” Harry said as he looked into his husband’s smiling face. “You are amazing.”

“I know, now can we please stop talking and start sleeping?” Severus said with a yawn as Harry swatted his hip with his hand.

“Conceited git.”

“Of course,” Severus murmured and with a wave of his wand, the lights were out and they were asleep a few moments later.

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The ringing of Severus’ mobile pulled Harry from his dreams and he lay quietly for a moment to see if it was going to be answered. It quit ringing and Severus kept snoring, Harry shook his head and closed his eyes again.

RING

With a muttered curse Harry reached out one arm and snagged his husband’s jeans from the floor where he had peeled them off hours earlier. Fumbling through the pockets, he finally found the mobile and pressed the right button.

“Hello?” he mumbled his voice still full of sleep as he squinted at the clock. One in the morning, this had better be damned good. His green eyes opened wide as he heard the dulcet voice of one Lucius Malfoy coming over the receiver.

“Hold on a moment, I’ll wake Severus,” he said as he turned to shake his husband, nearly jumping out of his skin when he realized the black eyes were open and looking at him. “Here Sev, its Lucius.”

Severus took the phone and kept his hand on Harry’s wrist, not letting him get up to leave the room. He pulled him closer instead as he talked for a few minutes and then hung up.

“You don’t have to leave when he calls,” he said gently as he turned the phone off and dropped it to the floor.

“I wanted to give you some privacy,” Harry replied as he relaxed back into the warm embrace of his husband. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes everything is alright. Luce was just letting me know that they will be here tomorrow afternoon,” he answered and felt Harry stiffen next to him. “You don’t have to be there, love.”

“I have to be,” Harry said softly and tried to relax again. “I need to see for myself that he’s gone.” Severus nodded in understanding and kissed the top of Harry’s head gently.

“I promise you that he will be no more by the next time we go to bed.”

“Thank you Husband,” Harry sighed as sleep overtook him once more. Severus’ snores soon filled the room as well as they slept on until morning.