One Night to Give

Title: One Night to Give
Author: LadyBrannon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snarry
Disclaimer: Nope. No monies involved. Nope. Not JKR, WB, or anyone else with ties to the HP Dynasty. *pout*
Feedback: ladybrannonofraleigh@yahoo.com
Beta: Ataraxis, Alinora, and DementedlyIronic
Archive: Part of the HP/SS Fuh-Q-Fest Wave V at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm http://www.ladybrannon.com/
Challenge: 59. Snape is getting married. Harry realizes that he doesn\'t hate Snape after all. The story must be exactly 10,000 words.
Warnings: MPREG, HET with non-main characters
Note: Any remaining grammar errors are, without question, my own fault.


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Harry Potter woke to the sound of his friend and roommate Ronald Weasley laughing loudly in the kitchen. He rolled over, moaned loudly and pulled the pillow over his head. It was much too early to get up.

He tried to return to sleep, but, between the noise in the kitchen and the thoughts racing through mindmind, it was a lost cause. He threw the covers back and deftly rolled to his feet.

He walked to his dresser and grabbed a pair of Y-fronts, jeans, and a T-shirt with a witty front. As he didn’t unfold it, he wasn’t quite sure which witty saying he’d be sporting today. He walked into his private bathroom and prepared to take a shower.

Fifteen minutes later, out came a refreshed and clean Harry Potter. His shirt proudly read, \"King Pen.\"

His hair, while tidier than during his days at Hogwarts, was still an endearing mess. He no longer wore glasses. He had made that change just after finishing his NEWTs. He did it partly because of the notoriety in the wizarding world of those heinous round glasses and partly because his boyfriend at the time had said that it made his green eyes sexier. His small frame had faired fairly well his over the last two years. He had grown much, much taller than anyone had ever expected. He was now an impressive 6’1\" with a lithe frame and fairly broad shoulders. Although, compared to Ron, he still looked small. Ron was a rather filled out 6’4\".

Harry walked out of his room and into the communal areas to find that Hermione sat beside Ron at the in-kitchen table. Remus was standing to the side drinking what Harry guessed to be a cup of tea.

\"Morning, Harry,\" Hermione greeted with a smile.

\"Morning,\" he said with a half yawn.

\"Did we wake you up, mate?\" Ron asked.

\"Ehh-not really,\" Harry responded.

\"Liar,\" Hermione teased.

Harry smiled, pulled a chair and sat down. He reached for the box of Weetabix and poured it in the bowl that Ron had put in front of him. He added the milk, grabbed a spoon, and took a healthy bite.

He kept eating his breakfast as Hermione, Remus and Ron shared the Daily Prophet. Hermione and Remus read the main pages and Ron skimmed the sport pages as he, too, ate a healthy sized bowl of cereal.

The silence was pleasant and continued as Harry poured himself another bowl of Weetabix. As he brought another bite to his mouth, Hermione gasped out loud.

Ron, who had finished eating and had been hidden behind his section of the Prophet, put it down and asked Hermione ‘what was wrong’.

By this point, she had laid the paper on the table and Harry honestly couldn’t tell if she was laughing, crying or something else entirely. Remus was no help; he was simply smirking. Harry just knew that something in the paper had caught their attention. Ron, becoming concerned at his friends’ actions, grabbed the paper and began reading.

Ron’s response, however, was very clear: It was laughter.

\"Harry, you must see this. Here take a look!\" Ron said as he handed the paper to Harry.

Harry took the paper and looked at the page. There at the top center section was a rather large picture of their former Potions’ teacher, Severus Snape. He was standing in front of a large manor with a beautiful, blonde woman draped across him. Professor Snape looked as disagreeable as usual. His face held his usual sneer. His nose was still crooked, his skin sallow and his hair still looked greasy. He was dressed a bit more formally than his teaching robes, but they were black.

The woman attached to his arm would be considered lovely by any with working eyes. She had golden blonde hair that ran down her back in ringlets. Her skin was like fine porcelain and flawless. She was dressed in a form fitting dress of blue that perfectly matched her large, innocent eyes.

To the left, stood a woman with the same stern features that the Professor had, but with silver hair; the left side of her mouth seemed to be curled in a smile, if one could call it that. She, too, was wearing black formal clothes.

Harry looked below the picture to the byline and it read, \"Severus Snape, heir to the Snape fortune, has announced his engagement to Annabelle Malfoy, daughter to Francis Malfoy and niece to Lucius Malfoy.\"

Harry, for some unexplained reason, felt a strange weight in his stomach. It felt as if a lead ball had socked him right in the midriff and he couldn’t breathe. All he could do was stare at the picture of Severus Snape…and the pretty woman draped all over him. He stared at the way her fingernail constantly drew circles on Severus’ arm. He stared at the way she would lean over and whisper something in his ear. He stared at the way she simply touched him… and he felt a burning in his gut. A blind burning feeling that, if it had been associated with anyone else, he would have immediately said was jealousy. But why would he be feeling jealousy towards this woman engaged to Snape?

He took the paper with him as he rose to walk to his room. He was already in his bedroom when he realized that he had taken the paper from Hermione. He stuck his head back out and said, \"All right if I take this? Thanks!\"

He closed the door and hopped onto his bed. He returned to the page with the engagement announcement on it and read the brief article:

The House of Snape has announced the engagement of its eldest son and Head, Severus Snape to Annabelle Malfoy. Malfoy is the daughter of Francis Malfoy, partial owner of Flourish and Blotts. She is also niece to Lucius Malfoy, the current Head of the House of Malfoy.

The Wedding is planned for August 17. The couple will honeymoon in the Azores. As expected, they will make their primary residence Snape Manor. No other details are available at this time. Inquiries should be sent to the bride’s family.

Even after reading the article, for some reason, he kept staring at the picture. The burning sensation in his gut became more intense and caused him to wonder why he was thinking of Severus with such a jealous feeling.

He placed the newspaper on his stomach, put his hands behind his head and let his mind ponder his feelings. He knew that his feelings had changed after leaving Hogwarts as a student and returning as a Professor. It had changed from dislike to grudging respect…so where the hell was this jealousy coming from? There had been nothing else to suggest anything more…ever.

Granted, after joining the staff, he had also joined the Order of the Phoenix and had gained more respect for Snape, but still no attraction. There had been no desire to snog the hell out of him. No desire to bed him. No desire to lick him from head to toe…

They had even worked on a few missions here and there. Nothing overly complex, but it had involved a few overnight stays. Harry had not even felt a twinge in his nether regions. Nothing…nada…

Harry rolled onto his side; the paper gliding silently to the floor.

He spent the next few hours laying there going through memory after memory of the last five years where Snape and he had interacted. He could not think of a single time that he had ever felt anything that would suggest or hint at the feelings he was currently experiencing.

Eventually he became hungry and got up from his musings. All had not been wasted though; he had decided to test out these feelings. Maybe he was just jealous that everyone seemed to have someone but him. So he had decided to travel to Hogwarts tomorrow, despite it being Sunday, and visit with Professor Snape for a bit. No one, including Professor Snape, would think it odd. He would often visit the other Professors to discuss upcoming lessons and ask for their inputs. It was what made him a likeable Professor with the students and the other Professors. While there, he would see how he reacted to Severus. He was sure that he would find that it was just that Severus had found someone. Not the man himself...besides, the man was marrying a woman! A bit out of Harry’s league, since Harry was into blokes and Severus obviously liked women!

Harry, with his mind at ease, ate his roast beef and horseradish sandwich with gusto, and took Ron up on his offer to play some Quidditch out back. They grabbed their late model Firebolts and headed for the makeshift Quidditch pitch.

Several hours later, the two sweaty men dropped to the ground. The dark haired man, with a large grin split across his face, held a small, walnut-sized ball in his hand, the attached wings on it still frantically fluttering. The red headed man was putting away a violently shaking ball after throwing a sewn leather ball to the ground moments earlier.

\"Always a thrill, mate,\" Ron said, as he clapped Harry on the back as they walked back into the house.

Harry smiled and nodded as he headed into his room and the shower. He was very much looking forward to a hot shower to ease the ache out of his muscles.

Twenty minutes later, he was dressed in khakis, a fitted burgundy knit shirt and brown, leather dress shoes. Hermione, still waiting on Ron to come out of his room, graced him with a wolf whistle as he entered the room.

He stuck his tongue out at her and took in her appearance. She really had become a beautiful woman on the inside and the out. Her hair was no longer bushy. It was shoulder length and hung in ringlets. It was still brown, but had red highlights that made her skin glow. She was slightly above average height for a woman and slender, but not thin. She had distinct curves. She was rarely seen without a smile on her face, which enhanced her friendly nature.

She was currently wearing a pretty white dress shirt that buttoned down the front. It was tucked into a long, flowing skirt that had a slit to her knee. She looked very professional, but sexy as hell. Harry could understand what Remus saw in her.

Remus had been devastated when Sirius had died. They had become lovers after Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. They seemed to have been two lost souls that had met in the night and sparked. Then Sirius had died and Remus was once again alone again.

During that time, Hermione, giving up on her S.P.E.W. efs, hs, had taken her NEWTs and decided to work in the Ministry to promote magical creatures rights. After growing up around Remus, her first fight was for werewolves. That had led to Hermione, in her inquisitive natural way, needing to ask question after question. Four months after she had joined the Ministry, she had moved into Remus’ cottage. She had said it was just easier to garner information. Harry, however, had learned otherwise one fateful Saturday morning. He had arrived by Floo because he’d had a hangover and had found them in a compromising situation on the couch. Harry had quickly backed out of the room, two incredibly large red stains on his cheeks, but not before giving them two thumbs up.

Later that same evening, Remus and Hermione had showed up at the house to take Harry out for dinner. Harry had accepted and went to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade with them. Hermione had seemed a little shy, but Harry had quickly assured her that he was very happy for them. Remus had wanted to explain, but Harry had cut him off with a simple question- ‘Are you Happy?’ When Remus had smiled from ear to ear, Harry had all the answer he needed.

Since then, Hermione and Remus had married and they were expecting their first child in July. They had learned a few months ago that it was going to be a girl and they were frantically searching for the perfect name. They still had not decided. Knowing Hermione, the baby would probably be set to go to Hogwarts before they had a name chosen.

Harry was pulled from his musings as Ron’s significant other walked into the house.

\"Hello, Blaise!\" Harry happily said as the gorgeous black haired man entered the room.

\"Hullo, Harry. Hullo, Hermione,\" the tenor voice responded. Blaise, who had been a Slytherin in the same year as Hermione, Harry and Ron, had been with Ron since the end of sixth year. Ron had announced just last month that they were going to be bonded in December to everyone’s delight.

Remus, who had been picking up a few last minute items for Hermione, walked in a few minutes later. He pulled Hermione into his arms. He gave her a sound kiss on the lips and then leaned down and kissed her belly.

Harry thought it was one of the most endearing things he had ever seen and it actually made him feel better to feel some jealous twitches. It further confirmed to Harry that it was not Snape he was jealous of, but the situation.

As soon as Ron walked into the room, Blaise swept him into his arms and soundly kissed him. Ron, as usual, turned beet red. Harry had to wonder what it was like to be in a relationship that six years later still made you blush like that.

Blaise warned everyone that the location tonight was in a part-muggle location.

\"What is it, Blaise?\" Hermione asked.

\"Club,\" Blaise responded, \"Friend of mine owns it. Don’t worry; I have a table reserved for us. So if you need to sit down, we have a place waiting. Wouldn’t want our Mummy-to-be to get too tired, now would we?\" Blaise winked at Hermione.

Remus laughed at Blaise’s flirty nature and said good-naturedly, \"Hands off, Zabini! She’s mine!\" Everyone laughed.

Everyone Apparated to the location Blaise had provided except for Remus and Hermione, they Flooed because of the baby.

The night out was filled with laughter, dancing, and good times. It ended around 2am. Harry dropped into bed and slept soundly.

He woke the next morning and remembered his plan to visit Hogwarts and Snape.

He took his shower and pulled on a pair of jeans and a blue and white striped polo shirt. He decided to not put on his robes due to the heat. It had been unnaturally this warm this summer and many of the younger generation wizards had been seen without their robes. While the older generations were accepting of the trend, they tended to not participate.

He grabbed his wand off his side table and headed out of the house. He passed out of the warded area and Apparated to Hogsmeade.

He slowly trekked his way to Hogwarts enjoying the walk and view, for some reason it seemed different today even though he made this trip ten or more times a week during the school year.

He was not surprised when he was met at the door by Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. The man still seemed to know pretty much everything.

\"Harry, my dear boy, how are you? Having a pleasant summer, I hope.\"

\"Yes, I am! And you?\"

\"Wonderful! Wonderful! Minerva has gone on a two week trip throughout Australia and sent me back two dozen socks!\" Albus said with much excitement.

\"She always seems to know what you like, Albus,\" Harry said with a slight smirk.

Albus laughed and said, \"Indeed. She has for about sixty years, my boy!\"

Harry laughed and walked further into the entrance hall of Hogwarts. Before they got much further, Albus turned to him and said, \"Severus is in the dungeons, Harry.\"

Before Harry could respond, Albus was gone. Harry made the turn to head to the Dungeons and took a deep breath. He walked down to Severus’ office and calmly knd ond on the door.

\"Enter,\" was the terse response.

Harry calmly opened the door and walked into the office. Snape was sitting behind his desk looking at some paperwork on his desk. He did not even look up from the items on his desk.

\"What can I do for you, Professor Potter? Do you need, perhaps, some information for one of your lessons next year?\"

\"Ummm- well, yes. Ummm-,\" Harry began. He hadn’t thought this out to well. He did need some insight to some Dark Potions, but he really wasn’t sure how to make the meeting last longer than their usual five minute interaction.

\"…Potter. Professor Potter…\"

Harry was pulled from his musings realizing that Severus must have called his name several times.

\"Sorry,\" Harry said, \"Got a lot on my mind. I was wondering if you could give me a bit more insight into several potions regarding the itching and scratching hexes for my fourth years. In the last two years, I have been giving counter courses and blocks, but I’d like to be a bit more thorough.\"

\"Very well, I can get you information on at least three potions by tomorrow. Is that sufficient?\"

\"Perfect!\" Harry assured Professor Snape with a smile, \"Thanks!\"

There was a very heavy, pregnant pause.

\"Is there anything else, Professor Potter?\" Severus asked in his normal drawl, but, for some reason, Harry found himself melting under the sound of it.

\"Ummm, well, I guess I wanted to offer you my congratulations. I saw the announcement in the Daily Prophet about your engagement.\"

Snape snorted and said, \"Thank you, Professotteotter. If that is all, I have more work to do.\"

\"Of course,\" Harry said and let himself out of the office.

As he walked back to Hogwart’s entrance hall, Harry realized that it was Snape, and not the fact that everyone else was with someone else. And now the man he was attracted to was marrying someone else.

When he got to the front doors, he dropped down on the front steps and sat down with his head in his hands.

A bit later, he was pulled from his musings by a hand on his shoulder. It was Albus and he suggested that Harry come into the Great Hall and join them for lunch. Harry stood up and walked with the Headmaster into the hall.

He ate in silence while throwing glances toward Severus, who had shown up for lunch about five minutes after he had sat down.

At one point, while bringing a forkful of potatoes to his mouth, Severus caught him looking. Their eyes locked and Harry thought his body was on fire. Every single nerve in his body was alive and working. He could feel a fire sparking in his toes, rushing up his body and consuming him. And if the look in Severus’ eyes was anything to go by…he was feeling a bit of the same.

Then Severus abruptly broke the connection, and left the Great Hall a few moments later.

Harry, not knowing what to think, finished his meal, said his ‘good byes’ to Dumbledore and the rest of the staff, and left the Great Hall. Once in the entrance hall, he was shocked to see Snape standing againse wae wall with his arms crossed across his chest.

\"Potter?\" Snape began.

\"Yes?\" Harry responded.

\"No,\" Snape answered.

\"Excuse me?\" Harry asked, his voice and face showing the confusion to Snape’s response.

\"I said ‘no,’ Mr. Potter. It will not happen no matter how we may feel,\" and with that said, Severus Snape pushed away from the wall and dramatically walked away.

Harry almost dropped from the shock of it. In fact, he did begin to lose his ability to stand, but was caught by a helping hand.

\"Harry, come, let’s get you to the infirmary. You seem to be a bit under the weather.\"

Albus supported Harry to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey took a look at Harry and put him to bed saying that he was overly exhausted.

Harry curled up on the bed and settled in. He was tired, exhausted and so confused.

Albus contacted Ron at the house and let him know that Harry would not be returning home that evening.

Several of the professors dropped by during the evening hours to check on Harry, including dear Hagrid, but not Severus, much to Harry’s dismay.

Harry fell asleep fairly early that night and only woke once or twice during the night. Although once he would have sworn that there was someone in the room with him.

He woke very early the next morning. He did a quick cleansing spell with his wand and left before breakfast. He had no desire to see Severus again until he got his emotions under control. So he sent a note with Hedwig to Severus asking that the potion information be sent to his home. Then he used the Floo in Madam Pomfrey’s private quarters to Floo home.

As soon as he arrived, he was bombarded with questions from Ron, Remus, Hermione and Blaise. Apparently, after hearing about Harry’s near collapse, Remus and Hermione had stayed in one of the extra bedrooms to wait for Harry’s return.

He assured them he was fine, but made his way to his room as fast as he could. In reality he just couldn’t deal with them yet. Hell, he wasn’t sure he could deal with it. After years of telling himself that if he could just defeat Voldemort (which he had, thank you very much), then he w be be allowed to have a normal life.

That, it seemed, was not to be the case. Shortly after the defeat of the Dark Lord, Harry had discovered that he was gay. That had taken a while for him to accept. While being gay in the wizarding world was not a big deal, for someone who had been raised in the muggle world and, more importantly, Vernon Dursley’s home, it was. Harry had taken a while to accept himself for who he was…which can be more difficult, in ways, than dealing with other people accepting you. Luckily, he had the Weasleys and Hermione. They had helped him more than they would ever realize.

Harry sat in his small armchair. His feet perched on the ottoman. He was pulled from his musings with a knock on his door.

\"I’m not in the mood, Hermione. Please, just give me some time alone, okay?\" he shouted to the door.

\"It’s not Miss Granger, Potter. Let me in,\" the rich velvet voice of Severus Snape responded.

Harry, completely dumbfounded, jumped to his feet. He unlocked and opened the door. Sure enough, there stood Severus Snape. Harry stepped back and ushered Severus in. Severus sat in his chair and he took a seat on his bed.

\"Is there a purpose…?\" Harry began as Severus, too, began talking.

\"Potter, I think…\" Severus halted as well.

Harry gave him a small smile and said, \"You go ahead.\"

\"Potter, I came here because I needed to say two things to you. The first is that I admire your guts. You showed your true Gryffindor bravery yesterday. It can’t have been easy to come to me. You impressed me.\"

Harry’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide in surprise.

\"Oh do stop that, Potter. That is most unattractive,\" Severus assured him. Harry closed his mouth, but his eyes were still widened.

Severus continued, \"The second reason I have come is to ask for your help. I ask that you stay quiet until I finish. Is that possible?\"

Harry visibly swallowed and nodded and Severus resumed talking, \"I am a homosexual. I prefer men. My mother, however, has been most un-accepting of this fact. Since we have just recently restored our relationship after a long-term estrangement, I did not have the constitution to fight my mother any longer and agreed to marry Miss Malfoy. I do not look forward to this marriage, but I am delighted to have my mother in my life again. As I am sure you are aware, one cannot have everything. Regardless, what is done is done. My request of you is a selfish one. I ask that you be my last fling. I, too, find you unquestionably attractive. I desire you. I want you. With your permission, I’d like to have one night with you. After that night, we will go our separate ways. Think about it, Potter. I can offer you no more. One night…I’ll return tomorrow for your answer.\" And in true Professor Snape fashion, he stood and floated out of the room, his robes billowing behind him.

Harry didn’t move from his spot on the bed for a good ten minutes after Snape left. And when he did, it was to get up and jump like a child that had just got his way. He was going to have Professor Snape. Harry was in a much better mood.

As good as his word, Severus Snape returned to Harry’s room exactly 24 hours later. Harry, at Severus’ knock, threw open the door and hastily ushered Snape into the room.

Once the door was shut, Harry threw his arms around Severus’ neck and caught his lips in a fierce kiss. Harry thrust his tongue into Severus’ mouth and moaned at the flavors he found. The man was all man. He tasted a combination of cinnamon and orange. Harry reluctantly pulled back, as air was becoming a priority. He looked into the dark lust-filled eyes staring at him and said, \"I’ll take you anyway I can have you, Severus Snape.\"

Severus moaned at this and pulled Harry to him; sucking his bottom lip. Minutes later, they pulled apart panting.

\"When would you like our date, Mr. Potter?\" Severus inquired, still taking deep breaths.

\"Soon, Severus, soon,\" Harry replied with a slightly wry grin.

Severus nodded, smirked, and said, \"Tomorrow night.\"

\"No. If I only get one day, I want it all. We spend all day and all night together. Tomorrow, you are mine and I am yours. Understood?\" Harry said as he grabbed the front of Severus’ robes and placed his forehead to Severus’.

Severus gave a slight chuckle and responded, \"I understand. I’ll see you in the morning…Harry.\"

Harry caught Severus’ lips in another scorching kiss. He reluctantly pulled away and walked Severus to the door.

\"I’ll see you tomorrow, Severus.\"

\"Tomorrow,\" Severus agreed and walked out of the door.

Ron and Blaise, who had been sitting in the living room watching a movie, looked at Harry in shock. But Harry said nothing; he just smiled at them and walked back to his room and began obsessing about the next day.

The next morning came too soon for Harry. He had spent too much time the night before obsessing about being with Severus that he forgot to sleep. He had only slept for three or four hours when he heard Severus arrive in the kitchen. He also heard Ron, Blaise, Hermione, and Remus. So Harry hurried up to stop the inevitable uncomfortable questions that were sure to arise.

Harry arrived in the kitchen to see Severus standing to the side showering the members of the room with is patented teaching glare. Even Remus was becoming fidgety under the stare. Harry had to stop himself from laughing out loud.

As soon as Severus caught Harry’s eye, he gave him a barely noticeable wink and nodded to the door. Severus then walked out of the door.

Harry went to follow, but was stopped by Hermione.

\"Harry, do you know what you are doing?\" she asked.

\"Yes, I’m living,\" he responded. Then he walked out into the sun lit day to meet Severus.

Severus walked with him to the ward boundaries and grabbed him around the waist. \"Hold on, I’ll Apparate us.\"

Harry nodded and went along for the ride. They arrived outside Hogsmeade. They walked to The Three Broomsticks and took a seat in a corner booth.

Madam Rosmerta brought them a couple of butterbeers. They both nodded their thanks and took long sips.

\"So did your friends try to change your mind?\"

\"No, and it is not as if they could anyway,\" Harry said with a wink to Severus.

\"Are you sure, Harry? I can’t offer you anything but today. I’m being a selfish bastard, as usual.\"

\"Then I guess we better make good memories to last us both.\"

\"So be it,\" Severus said. He picked up his butterbeer and drained it in one gulp. Harry followed Severus’ lead and drained his glass as well.

Once finished, the two men rose and began walking to Hogwarts. They went straight to the dungeons and to Severus’ chambers.

Once they were in his private quarters, Severus, with a smirk on his face, asked Harry if he’d like to play a game of wizard’s chess.

Harry, not completely amused, pushed Severus up against the wall and kissed him senseless. \"I think I’ll pass, but thanks for asking.\"

Harry then began removing Severus’ robes, button after button. With each creamy expanse of skin that was revealed, Harry would give it a slight flick with his tongue. Severus seemed to like it because the only thing that seemed to be holding him up was Harry. By the time Harry got to the middle of Severus’ chest, Severus was asp asp as a dish rag against Harry. Harry, wanting more of the sexy man, pulled Severus closer and whispered, \"Bedroom?\"

\"Second door on the right,\" Severus gasped out. Harry nodded and practically carried Severus into the bem. Om. Once there, he gently placed Severus on the edge of the bed and continued removing his robes. To Harry’s shock, but delight, he discovered that Severus wore nothing, absolutely nothing, under his robes. Harry was spellbound at the beauty of the man before him. He pulled slightly back and ran the back of his hand down Severus’ cheek. For some reason, Severus refused to meet his glance.

\"Severus?\" Harry asked.

\"Are you disappointed? I’m hardly a young stud with a great body.\" He quietly responded, still not looking at Harry.

Harry leaned in and whispered in his ear. \"No, you’re better. Dark, mysterious, and so very sexy…and I can’t wait to show you how very sexy I find you.\" Harry pulled back just a bit and gave Severus a long, hot look.

Harry then leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss to his nose. As he pulled back, he said, \"And now, I get to show you.\"

Harry carefully pulled the robes off Severus’ body and gazed his fill. He then leaned down, placed a hand on each of Severus thighs and took a long deep inhalation of Severus’ smell.

\"Delightful,\" Harry said. He then proceeded to lick the ramrod stiff shaft in front of him from base to tip. This drew a long slow moan from Severus.

\"Harry…\"

Harry did not respond. Instead, he took another long lick of the shaft and then went in for the kill. He swallowed it. He ran his tongue along the underside of the shaft as he took as much in as possible. Severus was no longer moaning. He was shouting Harry’s name. Harry began bobbing slowly up and down on the shaft making sure to flick the top of the reddened head each time. Harry then would run back down the shaft creating a strong suction and pulling back. Harry felt Severus hands comb through his hair and caress his head. Harry took this as a sign to increase the speed and began moving a bit faster. Severus’ hands tightened their hold on his hair. Harry continued his up down stroking, but added in a lot of tongue action on the underside of the shaft’s hood. He also, at the same time, gently cupped Severus’ balls and lightly, lightly squeezed. One more deep swallow of Severus’ rod, and that was it. Severus camwn hwn his throat with an impressive force and a loud moan of ‘Harry.’ Harry swallowed as he gently continued to suck on Severus’ cock. After a few moments of tender ministrations, Harry lifted his head, pushed Severus back onto the bed with a grin and kissed him senseless.

When they needed air, he pulled back and said, \"Don’t you taste great?\"

Severus moaned and rolled Harry underneath him.

\"Merlin, Harry,\" Severus said as he began kissing Harry’s jaw line and neck, his hands deftly removing Harry’s T-shirt by ripping from the neck down.

Harry giggled at Severus’ action and decided to help Severus out. He reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and then began removing them. Severus lifted up to help Harry in his efforts. He also made sure to grab Harry’s boxers on the way. Soon he was looking at the Man-Who-Lived in all his glory…his beautiful glory. Severus gazed longingly.

\"Touch me, Severus,\" Harry moaned as he watchhe mhe man through lidded eyes.

Severus leaned back into Harry and began worshipping his chest, a light lick at the left nipple, a gentle nip at the right nipple. Harry writhing beneath hid ard arching to rub against him. Severus continued licking his way down Harry’s torso. He found Harry’s belly button and began to mimic the mating ritual, flicking his tongue in and out, in and out.

Harry moaned louder and said his name, \"Severus, please…\"

Severus seemed to take mercy on him and continued down his original path to Harry’s erect manhood. He, without any warning, swallowed Harry whole. Harry, in response, bucked his hips off the bed. Severus grasped his hips, pulled back and gave Harry a wicked grin.

\"Want to fuck you,\" Harry moaned and raggedly gasped out.

Severus loudly moaned his agreement and reached over to his nightstand. He retrieved a vial of viscous oil and handed it to Harry. Harry, flipping the top, poured some of the oil on his fingers and some on Severus’. Harry began liberally coating his erection, while watching Severus.

Severus, kneeling with legs spread around Harry’s knees, brought the oil to his opening and began gently massaging it in.

This brought a long, low moan out of Harry. And Severus smirked to see Harry clutching his balls and the base of his penis to keep him from coming too soon.

Determined to drive Harry even crazier with lust, Severus began slowly finger fucking himself. He gently rocked up and down making sure Harry had a clear view of the action. Harry was completely spellbound and had to once again firmly grip himself wSeveSeverus added another finger.

A few more rocking motions and Severus was moaning in need of something more. He removed his fingers and crawled further up Harry. He aligned himself with Harry’s throbbing member. He slowly sat himself upon it and smiled at the pleasure/pain that it caused. He felt his own cock salute at Harry’s moan.

Harry gritted his teeth as he waited for Severus to become adjusted to his intrusion. Once given the go ahead, Harry began to meet each of Severus’ thrusts enthusiastically. Soon, Harry could feel his impending orgasm and began stroking Severus’ member in rhythm with their fucking.

Severus came first and caused his interior walls to further suck Harry into him, which promptly pulled Harry into his orgasm.

Severus collapsed on top of Harry, both of them breathing erratically to catch their breaths. A few minutes later, Severus rolled to the side and pulled Harry into his arms. Harry snuggled in and began running his fingers through Severus’ chest hair.

Severus kissed the top of Harry’s head and said, \"You get a twenty minute power nap. Then it is my turn to bugger you senseless.\"

Harry laughed and said, \"Gladly.\"

Severus returned the favor to Harry. Harry reciprocated, and on and on the day went. By the next morning, neither Harry nor Severus could move normally from their activities of the last 24 hours.

Harry woke first and realized that their day was over. He, however, refused to be upset. He’d remember this until the day he died with a smile on his face.

He leaned over, smoothed Severus hair back from his face, and gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead. Severus slightly stirred and then opened his eyes.

\"Morning,\" Severus greeted him.

\"Morning, Severus. I just wanted to say thank you. I’ll never forget this…ever.\" Harry got up and began to get dressed.

\"You don’t have to leave right this minute,\" Severus said as he leered at his lover.

\"Yes, I think I should. It’s for the best. I love you, Severus. Be happy.\" Harry fastened his pants and turned to leave. After a long, searching gaze, he gave Severus a heart-stopping smile and blew him a kiss. With that done, he turned and walked out of the room and Severus’ chambers. When he got into the hallway, he took off running and didn’t look back. Once he was outside Hogwarts’ wards, he Apparated home.

As to be expected, the whole gang was once again waiting for him in the kitchen, but now was not the time. He greeted them and went to his room. He needed sleep and time to adjust. He knew the deal and now he had to move on.

He got a couple hours of sleep and woke up extraordinarily hungry. He headed to the kitchen to find Remus sitting there.

\"Harry,\" Remus greeted.

\"Hello, Remus. Where’s Hermione?\"

Remus smiled, \"I told her that you needed some time without her badgering you. She got huffy and went for a walk. Ron and Blaise followed her to make sure she would be fine, which left me in here for you. But, I promise, we won’t talk about anything you don’t want to.\"

\"There’s nothing really to talk about. We had a great time. It’s over and now we both move on.\"

\"Sounds a little too simple, if you ask me,\" Remus assured Harry.

Harry shrugged, \"Doesn’t matter. It is what it is. I knew that going in. I’m a big boy; I understood the deal. Now, I move on. So, what’s on the agenda for this evening?\"

Remus nodded and said, \"Blaise has another place for us to try. You game?\"

\"Yep,\" Harry said with a smile.

A good while later, Hermione, Ron and Blaise returned. Hermione took a long searching look at Harry and said, \"You’re all right.\"

Harry smiled at her, \"Yeah, I am.\"

Ron walked over and clapped him on the back in his usual manner. \"Going with us tonight, Harry, mate?\"

\"Planning on it,\" Harry assured them, \"I’m heading upstairs to get ready. When are we leaving? And where are we heading?\"

\"In about an hour,\" Blaise informed him, \"And I’m not telling. Dress nice, but casual.\"

\"Right then, see you in a bit,\" Harry said as he walked upstairs.

Harry took a quick shower and threw on a pair of jeans and a Kelly green, Henley shirt. He ran a quick brush through his hair and set off downstairs.

Time passed, sometimes quickly and other times boringly slow. About four weeks after their one night stand, Harry began having nausea every night after dinner. Hermione, having lived through the symptoms herself, immediately caught on to Harry’s predicament and went with him to see a medi-witch. To neither Harry nor Hermione’s surprise, they learned that Harry was pregnant. After getting his prescription for vitamins filled at the apothecary on Diagon Alley, they sat down for a quiet lunch at the Leaky Cauldron.

\"Harry, you’ve been awfully quiet. Are you all right?\" Hermione asked.

\"Of course, I am all right. I am bloody thrilled! I am going to be father! I couldn’t be happier.\"

\"Even if Snape were here?\" she quietly asked.

\"Hermione, please believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter. I knew what I was getting myself into. I got him for one wonderful night and I will never, never forget it. I will have those memories forever. And now, I’ll have a child too. I will always have a part of him. I could not be happier because having him was never an option for me. Can you understand that?\"

\"Yes, I think I can. I just want you to be happy because I love you, you great git,\" she said through tears.

Harry laughed, grabbed her hand, and said, \"I am, Hermione, I am.\"

\"Good.\"

That evening, Harry told the rest of the group of his pregnancy. They took it rather well considering and Harry went to bed that night feeling extremely happy and loved.

Time continued to march on and soon Hermione’s due date was looming near. Harry, excited for Hermione and Remus, had taken to spending a lot of his days with Hermione discussing baby things. In fact, he was with her when her water broke. He rushed her to St. Mungo’s and then retrieved Remus, Ron and Blaise. Twenty-six long hours later, Ella Louise Lupin greeted the world to the delight of everyone. To Harry’s immense amusement, her name came from Remus. He simply said her name will be ‘Ella’ and Hermione agreed.

Ella was the apple of everyone’s eyes, and Harry spent more and more time with the baby and Hermione.

While sitting with Hermione and Ella at the Leaky Cauldron after the baby’s two-week check up, Hermione braved the magic question, \"Harry, are you going to Snape’s wedding?\"

\"Of course, it would be rude not to.\"

\"Are you going to at least tell him that he is to be a father?\"

\"Yes, I will. It’s the right thing to do, but I will not do it before he’s married. I don’t want him thinking I am trying to trap him or trying to stop the wedding.\"

\"So you will tell him?\"

\"Yes, I’ve planned to all along.\"

\"Good. A child has a right to know their parents.\"

\"I couldn’t agree with you more.\"

This statement was followed by a very pregnant pause.

\"Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry! That was so thoughtless of me. If anyone would know that, it would be you. Please forgive me!\"

\"There’s nothing to forgive. I know you are talking about this because you care for me and my baby.\"

\"I am, Harry, I am.\"

\"And that’s why I love you, Hermione Granger Lupin.\" Harry said as he kissed her cheek.

Days later it was August 17 and time for Harry to watch his love marry another.

The morning passed slowly with all of them lingering over their morning tea. They got up, dressed and soon Flooed (for Harry and his baby’s sake) to the closest location. From there, they walked to Malfoy Manor. They sat together near the back of the converted ballroom.

Draco came over to talk a few moments with Blaise and Ron. He pulled them to the side for a bit of privacy. Draco had married Blaise’s little sister, Flame, the year before. She was in the wedding, and had, apparently, sent a message through Draco for Blaise.

While Ron and Blaise were talking privately with Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Remus cooed over Ella and sat quietly waiting for the event to begin.

Ron and Blaise returned a bit later and sat down on the other side of Harry.

Soon the music changed from a just a harp playing to full string quartet. Harry saw Severus enter the room from a front door and stand up front with Lucius Malfoy at his side.

Harry gave a slight gasp at seeing Severus again. Hermione, in her understanding way, grabbed his hand and began rubbing it with soothing circles. He gave her a small smile and settled in for the wedding.

The song changed again and Flame, Draco’s wife, began walking slowly down the aisle. Once she reached the front and stood to the left side, the guests stood and watched the pretty young bride walk down the aisle. She was exquisite in person. Her skin really was like fine, bisque china. Her hair was a strong, golden yellow color that gave her skin a warm hue. The wedding dress was extremely traditional, virginal white, and overly lacy. It fit her like a second skin through the bodice and showed each curve on her upper body to perfection. She had this beautiful smile on her face and seemed to glide down the aisle to Severus.

Harry, in his watching, had grabbed Hermione’s hand and was drawing strength from her. Ron, apparently sensing Harry’s discomfort, placed a soothing hand on his back. Harry looked away from the wedding scenario to give Ron a thankful smile. He then returned his attention to the ceremony.

When the bride, guided by her father, reached Severus, the guests sat back down and waited for the ceremony to begin.

Albus Dumbledore, the officiator of the ceremony, walked to the front and motioned for Severus to claim his bride from her father. It was all very regal with a bow here and a bow there. In reality, Harry found it a touch pompous, but was sure that each movement meant something important.

Albus called for the formal names of the betrothed. While he could hear Severus’ velvety tones answer with ‘Severus Andrew Snape,’ Harry could only hear mumbling when the bride spoke.

Albus accepted the names and re-read them back for the guests. He then proceeded to call forth the sponsors of the marriage. Lucius Malfoy, what had to be Snape’s mother, Flame, and the bride’s father stepped forward and swore to support the marriage through eternity. Once declared, the sponsors could sit down for the duration of the bonding.

Albus motioned for Severus and woman to clasp hands facing each other. Once they had, Albus asked if anyone in the presence of the couple knew of a reason for them not to wed.

Hermione and Ron both offered support in their own way to Harry, but Harry stayed strong. He had no remorse or regrets. This was the way it was to be.

Albus, apparently to fulfill some requirement, asked again if anyone knew of a reason for these two not to wed. No one responded.

Albus, to everyone’s surprise, asked for the third time if there was anyone present that knew of a reason why these two should not marry.

At this, Harry knew something wasn’t right because Severus had leaned over to say something to Dumbledore and he did not look happy. Well, he looked less happy than before.

Dumbledore shrugged and said, \"Ladies and Gentlemen, I implore you. Should any of you know of a reason, say a baby, that should prevent these two from marrying, please speak up now.\"

Harry startled at that and unconsciously wrapped an arm about his waist. Hermione laced her arm through his and hugged.

\"Harry, ummm, maybe you need to speak up,\" she imploringly whispered in his ear.

\"No,\" he harshly whispered back.

Up at the front of the room, Lucius Malfoy and his brother were having words with Dumbledore. But Dumbledore sagaciously reminded them that he was not controlling the proceedings, the Ancient Magics were and he could not continue without their approval.

At that, Lucius and Francis backed off and resumed their seats. Dumbledore, reiterated for the fifth time, his question, \"If you have something to share, please share it. The Magical forces will not allow me to continue.\"

There was a lot of whispering and rustling around in the congregation, but all became quiet when the bride loudly cleared her throat and said, \"Severus, I am so sorry. I am pregnant with another man’s child.\"

The entire group gasped and rocked back as one.

Severus looked at the young woman and said one word, \"Who?\"

A muffled response was given, but those up front heard and the name passed through the seats like a flame to fire… \"Neville Longbottom. She said Neville Longbottom.\"

Severus nodded and walked out of the room through the doors at the front of the room. His mother, in a tiff, followed shortly thereafter.

Harry was in shock. Ron pulled Harry to his feet and together they all walked back to the Floo point. They Flooed home sat sat down in the kitchen.

\"So what are you going to do, Harry?\" Ron asked, \"Are you going to go to him?\"

\"No.\"

\"Why not? He’s free. You can be together. Trust me, Harry, when she admitted to being pregnant by another man, she destroyed the Magic that their betrothal was based on,\" Blaise informed Harry.

\"I’m sure,\" Harry smirked, \"But that isn’t why. I am not going to him because he is going to need time to himself, then he is going to need time to heal and the last thing he’s going to need is a hang about who’s pregnant. Besides, I think he’s had to deal with enough pregnant people today.\"

\"Smart point, Harry,\" Remus agreed when Hermione looked ready to protest, \"Come, love, let’s take Ella home.\"

Hermione, after giving Remus a long hard stare, agreed and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. They packed up Ella and her never ending bag of stuff and headed home.

Harry, after giving a small smile to Ron and Blaise, headed up to his room.

The next two weeks before school started passed quickly. At first, everyone, except Harry, thought that Severus would be visiting soon. That he would, in some romantic fashion, swoop in and whisk Harry away in to the sunset. After a week of waiting though, they all accepted that it wasn’t going to happen that way and stopped discussing it, at least with Harry, especially since he had threatened to hex them into oblivion should he hear another ‘bloody’ word about it.

The day that the students returned to Hogwarts, Harry went early and requested a private meeting with Albus following the already planned staff meeting. Albus agreed and Harry stayed in his office most of the day, partly because he was trying to avoid Severus and partly because he was still suffering slightly from morning sickness.

He arrived, that mid-afternoon, early at the meeting to make sure he could sit away from Severus. Severus was a creature of habit and always sat in the same seat. Harry took his seat away from Severus’ usual location and was soon surrounded by McGonagall and Hooch and their talk of Quidditch, which he quickly found himself a part of.

It was their entertaining and lively discussion that caused them to miss Severus’ actual entrance to the room. In fact, Harry didn’t notice him until Albus was in the room calling the meeting to order.

Harry did a quick search of the room and saw that Severus seemed to be looking anywhere but at him. Harry noted this and took it to mean that Severus had made his decision about them, and it was a no. Harry had figured that this would be the case, but it still hurt to have it affirmed. Regardless, he was prepared, and he turned away from Severus and concentrated on the meeting at hand.

Once it was over, Severus was the first out of the room and Harry waited around for Albus.

Harry followed Albus to his office and settled in. He accepted the offer of tea, but not the candy.

\"So, my dear boy, what can I do for you?\"

\"I just needed to let you know that I am pregnant.\"

Harry couldn’t have picked a more opportune moment, or more inopportune moment, as the case may be, to make his announcement. Albus, who was in the process of taking a sip of his tea when Harry spoke, promptly sprayed it all over the desk and Harry. Harry calmly withdrew his wand and cast a cleaning spell.

\"I can assume you had no idea?\" Harry chuckled.

\"I had no idea you had met someone after the disastrous interlude with Severus. Who is the lucky man?\" Albus asked, resuming his sipping.

\"Severus,\" Harry calmly responded as he was sprayed, once again, with tea. Harry, again, withdrew his wand and cast another cleaning charm.

\"I think I’ll put this down, shall I?\" Albus said as he placed his teacup on his desk and pushed it away from him.

\"Now, Harry, I was very much under the impression that you and Severus decided not to pursue your feelings.\"

\"We did decide not to pursue our feelings. That does not mean we didn’t roger each other senseless.\"

\"Yes. Yes. Glad I put that teacup down. So, you are pregnant with Severus’ child after a night of- umm- fun. Correct?\"

\"Correct.\"

\"Does Severus know?\"

\"No. The deal was one day and one night, and then it was over. So, I have kept this to myself. I hope you understand that I come to you in complete confidence, Albus.\"

\"Yes, of course. I shall keep this strictly between you and I?\"

\"Yes, just you and me, please. It is my intention to one day let Severus know, but not at this time. I will, of course, also have to let Poppy Pomfrey know, and will do so tomorrow.\"

\"You do realize that it won’t be long before he’ll be able to see for himself…\"

\"Yes, Albus, I do understand that, but I will be the one to decide when to tell him.\"

\"Fair enough, Harry. Will you need to make any special arrangements for your classes?\"

\"Not for now, but I might eventually. I’ll keep you up to date on how things progress.\"

\"Very good, Harry,\" Dumbledore said as he picked up his teacup again, \"If that is all?\"

\"It is. Enjoy what’s left of your tea,\" Harry said humorously as he left the office.

Harry returned to his office to wait for the Welcome Feast to start. Harry worked on some seventh year classroom surprises until he heard Minerva make the announcement that the Hogwarts Express had pulled into the station. Harry donned his teaching robes and headed for the Great Hall. It was the worst luck that he met Severus in the Entrance Hall.

Severus stared at him for a moment and then looked away. Harry, sick of being ignored, spoke up, \"Good evening, Severus.\"

\"Evening, Potter,\" Severus responded.

Harry almost giggled at the formality in his words and tone. One would certainly never guess they had done anything to make Harry pregnant. Harry continued behind Severus (and, admittedly enjoying the view) into the Great Hall and took his seat on the other side of the Professor’s table.

Soon the Sorting Hat had sung his song, the first years had been sorted, Albus had re-stated the rules, and everyone had heartily tucked in. Soon enough drowsiness could be seen on the faces of the younger children and the Prefects were asked to escort everyone to their appropriate towers.

Harry, midway through the dinner had begun experiencing the most horrifying nausea and was doing everything he could not to throw up. He was trying to breath in the right direction to avoid smelling certain foods on certain plates, but it was taking a lot of concentration. Therefore, when most of the students had left the Great Hall, he gave an audible sigh and took a rather deep, cleansing breath that he was hoping would settle his stomach. Unfortunately, it did not work. He made a slight turn to the left and then he was vomiting all over the stone floors.

Madame Pomfrey, who had not left yet, ran to him, withdrew her wand, and began doing brief medical tests on him before he could stop her.

He was collecting his wits when he heard Madame Pomfrey gasp and, before he could stop her, he heard sayi\"Me\"Merlin, Harry, you’re pregnant!\"

Dumbledore was outraged and everyone left in the Great Hall knew it. \"Poppy, that is enough!\"

Dumbledore went to help Harry to his feet, but the damage was done. Severus Snape had heard and he knew.

\"Harry?\" Severus asked.

Harry closed his eyes and lowered his head. This was not how he wanted Severus to find out about the baby.

Harry took a deep breath and answered, \"Yes, Severus?\"

\"Why?\"

\"Why what?\" Harry asked.

\"Why didn’t you tell me?\" Severus quietly asked.

Harry looked up, searching Severus’ face for anger. There was none.

\"Because, Severus, it was for one night. We agreed. I am a man of my word just as you are.\"

\"You could have at least told me.\"

\"No, Severus, I couldn’t have. And you know that. Not yet. You were to be married.\"

\"Severus,\" Albus interjected between the two, \"I think we should take Harry to the infirmary and make sure he’s all right. Then you and Harry can discuss this further. Elsewhere.\"

\"Of course, Headmaster,\" Severus conceded.

Severus put a hand on Harry’s arm, helped him to his feet and began walking him to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore following close behind.

Once in the infirmary, Severus helped Harry to a bed and stepped back. Madame Pomfrey did a few wand waves, clucked a few times and put her wand away.

\"Harry, things look good. Nothing wrong but old fashioned morning sickness.\"

\"But it is eight at night,\" Severus interrupted.

\"One can have morning sickness at anytime during the day, Severus.\" Poppy assured him, \"He’s fine and the baby is fine.\"

\"May I leave then?\" Harry asked.

\"You may, but I don’t want you heading back to your house tonight. I’d feel better if you stayed in the rooms Albus has provided here for you. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll have to insist you stay in the infirmary.\"

\"That’s fine,\" Harry said, as he got to his feet.

Severus walked beside him and followed him to his rarely used rooms.

The young gir the the portrait that guarded Harry’s rooms began waving frantically when she saw Harry.

\"Hullo, Mr. Potter!\"

\"Hullo, Taffy! I’d like to enter my rooms please.\"

\"All right,\" she said as she opened the door.

Severus huffed.

\"What?\" Harry asked.

\"Not much protection.\"

\"Her name is not Taffy.\"

\"Ummm… Ahhh…\"

\"Wow, Severus Snape speechless!\"

\"Sod it, Potter.\"

Harry laughed. \"Harry…\"

\"Harry,\" Severus smiled.

\"So where do we go from here?\" Harry asked Severus seriously.

\"Well, we might want to go on that second date,\" Severus joked.

\"Sweet Morgana, Severus Snape knows how to joke!\"

\"Amongst other things…\" Severus retorted.

Harry snorted and said, \"Severus, will you go out with me again?\"

\"Only if it lasts forever,\" Severus answered.

Harry smarted back. \"I think I’d like to try now that the other woman is out of the way...so a second date?\"

Severus reached a hand out and gently ran it down Harry’s check. When it reached Harry’s jaw line, it turned and gently cupped his face.

\"There never was another woman, as you well know, you insufferable brat. And, I’ll also admit, that right now, I am rather thankful to Mr. Longbottom. May he be happy, as happy with that vain twit, as I plan on being with you. I mean forever, Potter.\"

Harry smiled, leaned in and said, \"Me too.\" Then he kissed Severus with all that he was. Severus wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry dropped his head onto Severus’ chest and snuggled closer. They both slept peacefully that night.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry and Severus never slept apart again, neither when their first girl, Genna Marie, was born, nor when their boy, Paul Albus, was born twenty-five months later. It wasouchouch and go issue when Ruby Dianne was born. She could not be born naturally. However, that night when it was time to sleep, Harry refused to sleep without Severus. So, with the other two children in tow, Severus came to the infirmary and crawled into Harry’s bed after putting Genna and Peter in two nearby beds.

\"Hell of a second date, Severus.\"

\"Indeed.\"