Gaelic Blessing

Authors Note: Thank you so much for the lovely reviews that I’ve got for the last few chapters of this. The last couple of chapters have been backed up and I’ve been really struggling with this due to writers block and a crazy real life! On the plus side, I now have this story planned out until the end and I will do my best to get it finished within the next month before I start my Masters degree! I hope you enjoy it and as always please read and review. Belle x

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Previously….

Severus had been browsing the bookshelves and turned as he heard the door open leaning against the shelves. To Harry he looked as though he had just stepped out of the pages of a gothic novel. Silently, Severus held out a hand and Harry stepped towards him. As soon as Severus had hold of Harry’s hand he pulled him flush up against his body and inclined his head so that their lips grazed.

“I have been waiting all day for this.” He looked down at Harry. “Then again, I’ve been waiting five years for this.”

Harry smiled goofily. “Sev, as sweet as that is, just kiss me.”

Severus did just that before breaking it and walking Harry back until he was sat on the bed, Severus leaning over him smirking wickedly.

“I think it’s time for my early Christmas present.”

***

The next morning both men were awoken by a chorus of voices from outside the bedroom door.

“Uncle Harry? Uncle Sev? Wake up!!! We want to open our presents!”

Harry giggled as Severus groaned and buried his face in Harry’s neck.

“It’s too bloody early. At least the brats at Hogwarts don’t wake me up so they can open their presents. What time is it anyway?”

Harry was so tightly wrapped up in Severus’ arms that he couldn’t even manage to get a hand free to reach his wand. Instead, he simply flicked his wrist and murmured “tempus” causing the time to appear in flaming numbers above the bed.

“It’s half past eight. To be honest, the kids have done really well to hang on this long. They’ll have decimated their stockings but their main presents can’t be opened until everyone’s arrived.”

Severus snorted before starting to press kisses against Harry’s bare throat. “You and I both know that those children have been up for hours. There’s no doubt in my mind that the only reason we haven’t been disturbed before now is because of Holly. That girl is intelligent. She should have been in Ravenclaw or been one of my Slytherins not a damn Gryffindor.”

“Hey!” Harry cried in outrage. “You’ve just bedded a Gryffindor thank you very much.”

“And I intend to bed you lots more” said Severus with a wolfish grin. “However, you never should have been a Gryffindor. I can readily admit now that you should have been one of my snakes.”

“Hmmm.” Harry’s full attention was now on how he was going to extract himself from Severus’ embrace rather than their conversation. He had succeeded in reaching the edge of the bed when a long arm snaked around his waist and pulled him backwards. All the breath flew out of his lungs as he landed hard on his back. His eyes widened in surprise as he found Severus leaning over him, a very predatory look in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going Mr Potter?” The velvet voice purred.

Harry simply squeaked as any reply was lost as his mouth was devoured by his elder lover. Any protests he tried to voice were promptly forgotten as Severus set about rediscovering all the places that sent shivers up Harry’s spine and made his toes curl. Completely forgetting about the children he surrendered himself to his elder lover and allowed his hands to move up and entangle in silky black hair. Both men completely lost themselves in the feelings that they were experiencing and were thus completely startled by the loud knocking on the bedroom door. Harry pulled away from Severus, threw on a robe and went to answer the door. He quickly disabled any charms and opened the door to reveal a grinning Holly.

“Sorry Uncle Harry, Uncle Sev but it’s time for you to get up now. It’s nine fifteen. I’ve held the others off for as long as possible but it’s not going to work for much longer.”

Harry nodded his head but it was Severus who spoke.

“That’s fine Holly. We’ll be down as soon as we’re dressed.”

“You mean presentable!” Came the teenagers cheeky reply. “Seriously, I’m, we’re really happy for you both. We could all see you were perfect for each other. Come down soon! I want to open my presents now!” With that she turned and waltzed out of sight down the corridor leaving two highly bemused men.

Knowing that they couldn’t make the children wait any longer the two men showered quickly, and separately, and dressed before making their way downstairs.

In the sitting room where the Christmas tree was, the floor was a veritable sea of presents. The majority of them were for the children but Harry knew that he had gone slightly overboard with Severus’ presents but he could also see more than a few with his own name on the gift tag.

As soon as Harry and Severus entered the room they were swamped with children wanting to give them hugs and show them what they had got in their stockings. It took the duo almost ten minutes before they could sit down but as soon as they did Dobby appeared with a huge mug of coffee which Severus took with much appreciation. With a few flicks of his wrist the presents levitated themselves over to the correct recipient. And then chaos ensued…

All of the children, regardless of their age, ripped into their stack of presents with enthusiasm. Wanting to watch the looks on their faces, both Severus and Harry held off on opening their presents. The large room echoed with squeals of delight as the children opened their presents. Finally, it was Lucia who noticed that neither adult had opened a single present yet.

“Uncle Harry! You and Uncle Sev haven’t opened any of your presents yet. Aren’t you going to?”

“Of course we’re going to open them. We were just waiting for you to open yours.”

“No! Open yours now. We’ve practically opened all of ours.”

“It would appear that we’ve been told.” Harry said with a rueful smile as he moved from where he had been tucked against Severus’ side. “You’ve got to open your presents now Sev.” He teased.

Severus rolled his eyes but reached for the first brightly wrapped parcel, motioning for Harry to do the same. The presents from the children were much the same. The younger ones had made sweets and cakes as well as drawings while the older children had bought small items from Hogsmeade; fancy quills, new bottles of ink and books. The two adults were effusive in their praise to the children but were thankful that their attention had been diverted back to their toys by the time Harry and Severus each reached the others gifts.

Although they had been friends for several years, both dark-haired men were highly aware of the fact that the dynamics of their relationship had changed since they bought the gifts. The uncertainty left both men feeling nervous that their gifts wouldn’t be appreciated. Slowly, they both reached for the first present on the top of their stack.

The first parcel that both men unwrapped revealed dress robes. Harry’s were a set of forest green velvet robes with gold embroidery along the hems and Harry smiled as he realised that they were a combination of Gryffindor and Slytherin colours. Severus opened his present to reveal two sets of dress robes. One set were made of black velvet and were unadorned except for silver clasps holding them closed. The other set were made of incredibly fine black silk with stunning embroidered borders made up of silver snakes. Severus smiled, knowing that Harry was the only person who had never tried to force him into coloured robes at all. Even Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall tried to force him into brighter colours, complaining that he spent too much time in black. It was Harry who understood that wearing black was part of Severus’ character – he had spent too much time wearing it to change now.

From there, the two of them moved onto the rest of their presents. Each of them unwrapped gifts of various texts to do with their chosen subjects; Harry’s being Defence Against the Dark Arts whilst Severus’ was obviously potions. However, even here, Harry had managed to make his present to Severus even more special. After he had defeated Voldemort, Harry had been given lots of items from the Riddle Manor but had immediately placed everything into trunks and into the attic of Heathmore. Over the last few months he had finally gotten around to sorting through the trunks, immediately disregarding the items that were Dark in nature and keeping the items that he believed could be useful. In his discoveries, he had unearthed numerous books that had been written by Salazar Slytherin himself. He automatically knew that he needed to give them to Severus as the Potions Master would be able to make the potions contained within them.

Severus was amazed when he pulled the paper apart to reveal three texts written by the founder of house, Salazar Slytherin. Potion Masters around the world had been desperate for years to get their hands on the written work of the founder of Slytherin house. He was readily acknowledged as the greatest potions master in history and many of his ground-breaking potions had been lost in the mists of time. It was believed that Slytherin had created potions that could cure the need for wearing glasses, potions that would allow for male pregnancy and made breakthroughs in the Wolfsbane potion. There were also numerous potions that he discovered, as he flicked through carefully, which called for the use of basilisk parts. Something that he noted with disgust, as basilisk parts were virtually impossible to get hold of, even for someone with a reputation like Severus who was regarded as the best Potions Master in Europe.

“Harry, I don’t know what to say. This is incredible….. I’m not even going to ask where you got this. You should have kept it for yourself….it’s priceless.” He looked up to see the younger man glaring at him. “Okay, I’m sorry. Thank you, it’s very generous of you.”

Harry smiled happily. “I’m glad you like it. Of course I was going to give it to you. There’s no point me keeping it, I can’t brew half of the potions in it. But I think you’re going to need to open that slightly heavy box – it’s the other half of the book-based present.” He smiled smugly, knowing that Severus didn’t have a clue about what was in the parcel.

As Severus opened the heavy box, his mouth dropped open even more. There, to his amazement, were the necessary ingredients from the basilisk that he needed to make the potions contained in Slytherin’s books; the eyes, scales both whole and ground, venom and the fangs. His breath caught in his throat and he found himself unable to speak.

Harry saw the look on his face and quickly understood. Instead Harry reached for another present from his stack and started opening it. Severus saw which it was and set aside the basilisk ingredients, wanting to see Harry’s face when he opened his present. As Harry ripped the paper off the gift he realised what it was and he quickly started leafing through the pages. As he saw the first few months of Alex’s time at Hogwarts his eyes quickly filled with tears and he flung himself at Severus, kissing him hard on the mouth.

“Thank you Severus. It’s wonderful, as always. I’m always amazed by how good you are at drawing. You could probably make a career out of it.”

Severus simply shrugged off the praise. “You know it’s just a hobby for me. It’s potions that are my real career. Now, if you’ve stopped gushing, open the rest of your presents.”

Harry sat back and stuck his tongue out. “I’ll open mine if you’ll open yours. Go on, I know for a fact that you have another two presents from me.”

Severus rolled his eyes but reached for a present, as did Harry. Then, as Dobby served breakfast to the children, they opened their gifts which consisted of their favourite Honeyduke’s chocolate, drawing equipment for Severus and a personalised snitch for Harry, who still flew as a stress-reliever.

***

Around one o’clock the fireplace in the entrance hall flared bright green and guests started to tumble out of the floo network. In addition to Arthur and Molly Weasley, the remaining Weasley sons were joining the occupants of Heathmore house and all four of them were bringing their wives and, in the case of one couple, their children. Bill, Charlie and the twins were all happily married with Bill and Fleur having a young daughter named Victoire. Bill had married Fleur Delacour, Charlie a Romanian witch from the dragon reserve whilst Fred and George had married Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet respectively. They were also joined by Remus Lupin and his younger wife Nymphadora Tonks with their son, and Harry’s godson, Teddy Lupin. All of them were ushered into the sitting room where Dobby handed round mugs of steaming hot eggnog, mulled wine or hot chocolate for the children. Even more presents were exchanged and under the flurry of flying wrapping paper, Molly approached Harry accompanied by Arthur and the two of them drew him into a far corner of the room.

“We know why you’ve pulled away from us, Severus told us, and we can understand why you’ve done it. However, we want you to know that we never felt that you were to blame for the deaths of Percy, Ron and Ginny. We all knew what we were getting ourselves into and so did they. It was their choice to fight and nothing we or you could have said would have changed their minds. They died fighting so that we could live and we need to respect that.”

Harry nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. Having heard the words from the Weasley parents themselves, he was finally accepting them. His heart was finally starting to accept what his head had known for the last four years.

Molly realised that Harry had realised the truth in her words but that he was starting to feel rather emotional and so she simply hugged him quickly. “Good, now, I’m just going to check that Dobby and Winky have collected all the food. I imagine that these children are going to be getting very hungry. But, you and I are going to have a very long conversation about you disappearing for four years with only Severus knowing where you were. How could you do that to me? I’ve already told Severus off but I’ll leave you for another day. Now, here we go, I’ll leave you with Severus.”

Harry turned as he felt the strong presence behind him of his…lover? He didn’t try thinking about what to call Severus now and simply leant into the other man’s chest, relishing the comfort he gained from the other man’s strong arms. He felt several kisses being placed on the top of his head as Severus’ arms tightened around him, rocking them slightly.

After several long minutes, Harry realised that all of the noise had disappeared and pulled away from Severus with another sniff. Looking around, he realised that everyone had moved through into the dining room before he looked up at Severus, still with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“Thanks Sev.”

Severus smiled, something that softened his face completely. “It’s no problem. I can’t have my lover being upset on Christmas Day now can I?”

“Lover?” Harry queried, smiling shyly.

Severus leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against Harry’s upturned lips. “Yes, my lover. I have an aversion to the word boyfriend, I’m most certainly not a boy, and I refuse to call you my
partner until I’ve made an honest man of you.”

Harry’s eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around Severus’ neck and snuggled closer to his chest. “What do you mean ‘make an honest man of me’?” He asked, hoping that it meant what he thought it meant.

Severus’ eyes glittered with too many emotions for Harry to completely identify. “I mean, that I am in this for the long haul. I told you last night Harry, I’m too old for a fling or a one night stand; I want the real thing. I want a relationship. I want forever.”

Severus wasn’t wholly comfortable with baring his soul like this but he knew that with the emotionally stunted backgrounds that both he and Harry had, it was completely necessary. However, he knew that his heart was in the safest hands.

“Oh. Good. Because I’m in this forever. I love you Severus.”

“I love you too Harry.”

Severus leaned down and captured Harry’s lips in a tender kiss that spoke volumes and clarified everything that they had just said. Harry simply melted against Severus, tilting his head up and letting his eyes flutter shut. As they broke apart, they simply smiled at each other, not wanting to break apart. Finally, they jumped apart at the sound of somebody clearing their throat. They turned to face the door to see the smiling face of Remus Lupin.

“I’m sorry to disturb you gentlemen but you have twelve incredibly hungry young people waiting for you to start eating. Perhaps this would be best continued later.”

At his last sentence he raised an eyebrow causing both men to blush furiously and they hightailed it out of the room, followed by Remus to continue their first Christmas together. As a couple.

***

It was almost ten o’clock that night before Harry and Severus managed to make it into Harry’s bedroom. The excitement of the holiday and meeting new family meant that the children were incredibly hyper, something which was exacerbated by the huge amounts of sugar that they had consumed. Dobby and Winky were good cooks but, when compared to Molly Weasley, they didn’t stand a chance. The children’s eyes had been out on stalks when they had seen the enormous feast that Molly had made with the help of Dobby and Winky. The Weasley’s and the Lupin’s had stayed until eight pm before finally making a move back to their own homes. It was then up to Harry and Severus to settle the children and get them into bed. Rather than the normal one story, both men had had to read three stories to the younger children before they would even contemplate going to sleep. By contrast, the four eldest children had been more than happy to take themselves off to bed with the new books that they had been gifted with.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind him and Severus, casting the same wards as the previous night; locking charms that the children wouldn’t be able to break and silencing charms that would enable the two men to hear the children should they need something but the children wouldn’t hear anything the two men did.

Harry let his head fall back against Severus’ shoulder as the older man came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist. He let his head tilt to the side as Severus nuzzled against his hair before turning his head so that he could kiss Severus. He turned around in the strong arms as the kiss became more passionate, all but melting into the older man’s body. He moaned in annoyance and frustration as Severus broke the kiss after several long minutes.

“Hush. Don’t whine; I have another present for you.”

Harry pouted at first but his eyes brightened at the thought of another present. “You didn’t have to buy me another present; you bought me enough earlier.”

Severus smiled, tugging Harry over to the bed as he did so. “I can’t help it if I want to spoil you. Besides, I didn’t buy it for you, I’ve made it.”

Harry’s enthusiasm grew even more. “Is it more of your drawings? Please say its more drawings. What else could you have drawn though?” His curiosity peaked as Severus actually blushed. He could count the number of times that he’d seen Severus blush easily on one hand. He sat back and watched as Severus moved across the room and retrieved a parcel that Harry had never seen before.

Looking nervous, Severus handed the parcel over to Harry. “This was a last minute decision. If we hadn’t got together then I wouldn’t have given you this. It’s a copy of one of my sketchbooks. This is a result of five years of fantasies. My fantasies.”

Harry stared wide-eyed at the present in his lap and then up at Severus before looking back at the present and then back to Severus. He then gulped audibly. “Your fantasies? In pictorial form?”

Severus nodded, a wolfish grin on his face and lust blatantly obvious in his deep black eyes. “Oh yes. Every single thing I dreamed and fantasised about doing to you, in graphic detail.” He smirked as Harry blushed bright red. “Aren’t you going to open it?”

Harry nodded, still blushing furiously. He hesitated for several more long seconds before his fingers moved to the tape holding the wrapping shut. He tore the paper off to reveal a leather-bound book very similar to the one’s that Severus had gifted Harry with three times in the last few years. His fingers shook slightly as he opened the book and then his jaw dropped. Slowly and lingeringly he flipped through the pages, getting even more turned on as he moved through the book. By the time he reached the end, his jeans were distinctly tight in the crotch and his pupils were fully dilated. He then gave a predatory grin of his own, making Severus very wary.

“Harry?”

“How do you fancy another Christmas present yourself Sev?”

“Huh?” Came the incoherent answer from the normally well-spoken professor.

“A present from me to you. You can have me any way you want. Your choice. I will more than happily re-enact any of these fantasies for you. Tonight or any night. So, take your pick Sev….how do you want me?”

Severus swallowed and collapsed back into the leather wingback chair that sat by the fireplace. His cock twitched in interest in his trousers as he watched Harry stalk towards him, prowling with an almost feline grace. He groaned both in frustration and in arousal at the thought that, for a man who was essentially a virgin the previous night, Harry was a complete and utter minx.

Harry didn’t stop moving towards him until he was stood directly in front of Severus. He smiled shyly before he slipped onto Severus’ lap, straddling him as he sat in the chair. For all of his posturing and seduction routine, Severus still caught a flash of nervousness in emerald green eyes before Harry leaned down and kissed him softly on the mouth. It wasn’t enough for the Potions Master and he started to kiss back, forcing Harry to surrender his control until it was once again Severus in control.

He smirked as Harry whimpered and squirmed even closer as Severus slid his hand down Harry’s trousers to cup his arse. He broke the kiss and moved his attention to Harry’s neck, at the junction where it met his shoulder. There, just above Harry’s collarbone, he bit into Harry’s creamy skin and started to lick and suck, determined to mark Harry as his. It didn’t take long for Harry to start writhing furiously.

“Sev, please! Want more!”

Severus’ only response was to stand up from the chair, Harry’s legs automatically going around his waist, and walk over to the bed where he placed Harry down in the centre of the bed. Harry smiled seductively up at him, clothes rumpled and lips swollen with kisses and a hickey blossoming vividly on his pale skin.

“So? Which fantasy did you have in mind?”

The end of Harry’s question dissolved into a gasp as Severus flicked his wrist and murmured a spell that divested Harry of all of his clothes. A further spell conjured four strips of Slytherin green silk. With Harry’s gaze riveted on him, Severus slowly stripped off his clothes before crawling onto the bed, the strips of silk still in his hand. He leaned over and kissed Harry firmly on the mouth, smiling against the swollen lips as Harry’s mouth opened automatically beneath his. He slowly pulled away reluctantly.

“Do you trust me love?”

Harry looked confused momentarily but nodded almost immediately. “Of course I do. I trust you with my life Sev.”

“In which case, my fantasy…..you, bound to the bed with strips of Slytherin green silk, unable to do anything as I have my wicked, wicked way with you. I want to watch you squirm and be unable to move as I torture you and make you scream for me. How does that sound? Do you like the idea?”

Harry whimpered and nodded furiously, unable to get his mouth to co-operate in order to say anything more.

“Good. Just lay back and relax. I promise; you’re going to love this.” Severus whispered, as he leaned across Harry and tied his hands to the bed posts before repeating the action with Harry’s ankles.

With that done, Harry tested the strips of silk and swiftly realised that he wasn’t going anywhere. As Severus claimed his mouth he tugged at the bonds, frustrated that he couldn’t touch but swiftly lost himself in the feelings that he was experiencing, writhing in ecstasy as he surrendered himself to the Potion Masters dominance. His Potions Master he realised with a smile as he also realised that he had never been happier.

Harry shut his eyes and surrendered himself completely to Severus’ ministrations. He trusted the older man completely and utterly. For his part, Severus was completely amazed at the trust Harry showed in him. After just a day, Severus was still amazed that Harry had returned his feelings to the same degree as Severus himself. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to Harry’s lips, plunging his tongue in and exploring his mouth thoroughly.

As he pulled away to focus his attention on the luscious body laid prone below him, Harry whimpered in disappointment.

“Hush love. Just trust me.” Severus purred, his voice rolling over Harry’s skin like silk. He revelled in the reaction he got; Harry shivered, goosebumps rising in the wake of his death.

“Merlin Sev, just do something.” Harry whimpered.

Severus smirked before turning his full attention to the vast expanse of creamy canvas laid out in front of him. Starting at Harry’s neck he set about raising more marks, more bits that would mark Harry as his. Satisfied that Harry’s neck and collarbone were marked enough, Severus turned his attention to the rest of Harry’s torso. He bit and suckled at Harry’s nipples, relishing in the mewls of desire and lust it produced, before pressing kisses down Harry’s chest to his belly button.

Here he tormented Harry with his tongue, plunging it into his belly button and having to hold down his hips he was squirming that much. He teased Harry by pressing kisses all around his groin but completely avoided Harry’s penis. He then moved down Harry’s legs, torturing him with lips, tongue and fingers.

Harry groaned loudly. “Nnggh! Bloody hell Sev, stop teasing me. Just do something.”

“And what would you like me to do?” Severus leered as he practically crawled up Harry’s body, pressing a trail of kisses up Harry’s neck, which arched backwards to allow him more access.

“I don’t know! Anything! Please Sev!” Harry was practically sobbing with pleasure, his nerves tingling.

Severus took pity on the Gryffindor and, incredibly turned on himself, reached over to the bedside table and fumbled for the jar of lubricant he had placed there.

He coated the fingers of his left hand in the slick substance and stretched out to Harry’s right side. Slowly, knowing that it was likely to still be painful for Harry he took control of Harry’s mouth as he brought his lubricated fingers down to Harry’s pucker. Slowly, he started to work his fingers into Harry’s hole one at a time until Harry was pushing back onto the long, elegant fingers and begging Severus almost incoherently. Severus was so hard from the enticing sight in front of him that he was ready to orgasm already and he was determined not to come until he was buried inside Harry.

Groaning, he coated himself with more of the lubricant before muttering the spell to undo the ribbons from the bed posts. With that done he manipulated Harry’s legs so that they lay to either side of his hips. As soon as he positioned himself at Harry’s stretched hole, Harry’s eyes flew open and he realised that he could move fully. Harry wrapped a leg around Severus’ hip as he started to push into the tight heat. Harry took Severus’ size easier than the previous night but he was still incredibly tight around Severus’ cock.

“Oh gods, you feel so good. I love you Harry.”

Harry shrieked as Severus’ cock raked his prostate.

“More. Goddammit Sev, I’m not going to break.”

He did scream then as Severus’ next few strokes literally battered his prostate before they were both coming, Harry untouched. Severus slumped over Harry, still buried inside him, pressing kisses against Harry’s sweaty neck. Harry smiled as he smoothed his hands over Severus’ back, the green silk a huge contrast to the pale skin.

“I love you too Sev.”

He smiled to himself as Severus rolled them over so that Harry was laid on top of the older man, Severus’ arms wrapped tightly around the smaller body and with his cock still embedded in Harry.

“Merry Christmas Sev,” were Harry’s last words before he fell asleep, completely content.