Poison Prince

Poison Prince
by KLMatt

Sequel to A Wish for Something More (archived at hpfandom.net)

Summary: Harry has trials of his own to deal with.

Contains Slash Sex.

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Chapter 1

Harry Potter stirred in the hard bed he was led in. His eyes opened sluggishly, wincing at the harsh bright light of the sun pouring in the large infirmary windows.

His head felt as if it had been trampled by a hundred rampaging centaurs and the rest of his body ached painfully.

A spike of pure agony in his forehead was accompanied by a flash of memories, running like a film reel in his mind.

Voldemort, he’d killed the snake-eyed bastard, Harry cheered internally. Then his thoughts jumped onto the next important fact. Severus had stood by him, through the whole battle, always ready to do his part and didn’t hide behind the “prophesied saviour” like everyone else there. They all expected Harry to lead them and win. He had done so but wasn’t happy about being forced into the role.

When Dumbledore entered the hospital wing Harry asked where Severus was. The headmaster seemed rather blasé when he informed his student that the Potions Master was no longer needed by the Order now that his spying days were over so had been fired from his teaching duties. After all he has no other use, the old man had added.

Harry was absolutely furious and, despite the pain in his head, he proceeded to tell the headmaster just how much of an idiot he must be if he really believed that. He reeled off a list of things that Severus Snape had done or could do that would be to the light’s advantage, ending with the simple fact that the dour, dark man had been the only person to never betray him or waver in his trust and expectations of what Harry was capable of in the end. Waves of pure power ran through his body and caused all the beds to shake.

As Harry ranted and raved, he didn’t notice that the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and a team of unfamiliar Aurors had entered the hospital wing and so was startled when a voice behind him said coldly “You see Albus, this is why the boy needs to be controlled. He could very easily turn into the next Dark Lord and there would be nobody to stop him”.

Turning to Harry, Minister Fudge told the young man “What happens to that Death Eater is none of your concern anymore Mr. Potter. You are far too powerful to be allowed out into the world to run amok. Which is why I have taken the liberty of procuring you a husband to keep your magic in line”.

“Wha..? Husband??!!” Harry couldn’t believe it.

“Yes” smiled the Minister smugly. “Since you are the last in the line of Blacks, inherited from Sirius Black, I have used this opportunity to draw up a Marriage Contract between yourself and Lucius Draconius Malfoy”.

Harry led there; his jaw dropped and just stared at the man. He shook his head slightly and angrily stated, “You can’t possibly be serious!”

It was the Headmaster who answered the boy this time. “I’m afraid this is deadly serious, my boy. I was appointed your magical guardian after the deaths of James and Lily and I have to agree with Cornelius. Your magic is far too strong for you to cope with it on your own and we all fear that if you lose control, you may turn evil. Lucius Malfoy will be a good match for you and he is free to marry now after Mrs. Malfoy was killed in the battle”.

“Now Harry” the Minister spoke again “I am sure that you will understand the need for Lucius to be dominant in your relationship. This will mean that he has control over everything you own, money, property, titles etc. He will also require you to wear a collar. It will suppress your power to a more manageable level once you are bonded and once on only he will be able to remove it. It is for the best”.

“The best for who?” argued Harry. “I did what you lot couldn’t and killed the snake eyed bastard and this is the thanks I get? I shouldn’t have bothered”.

“Yes you did kill him and just you be thankful that we decided Azkaban wasn’t the best place for you, you little murderer”.

“Thankful??!! You really expect me to be thankful that your going to marry me off to that… that Death Eater!”

“I’d thank you not to speak of me in such a way, Mr. Potter” a honey laced voice drawled, the words dripping with distain. “You wouldn’t want your marriage to be any harder than it already will be, would you?” Lucius Malfoy sneered at the boy about to become his husband.

The Minister turned angry eyes on the boy and said “Mr. Malfoy has been cleared of all charges, young man and risked his life spying on that thing for us!”

Harry was stunned for a second. The Minister would believe that of Malfoy but refused to believe it of Snape, who’d helped defeat Voldemort? Then he turned pleading eyes on Dumbledore and almost whined “professor please…”

The old headmaster just shook his head and said, “I’m sorry my boy but this really is for the best. You don’t come of age for another 14 months and you need to be kept safe”.

“Safe!!” screeched Harry. “Do you honestly think I’ll be safe with… him?” he flung his arm toward the elder Malfoy, finger pointing accusingly.

Lucius just stood beside the Minister, smug smirk on his face, eyes full of malicious intent.

“ENOUGH!” roared Fudge. “There is no point in arguing. It’s done and cannot be undone. Now, Mr. Potter, you will be accompanying Lucius back to your new home tonight and then I will be able to decide the fate of Severus Snape. He is already fired and can never teach again but I think life in Azkaban would be just the ticket for him, hmm?”

Harry's heart broke at those words. Was this really how they planned on treating the people who had saved this miserable world? His face stiffened into a hard mask he had learned from said ex Death-Eater.

“Minister, if I may?”

“Of course Lucius. How else can I help you?”

“Severus Snape used to be a man I called friend. But he is a blood traitor and not to be trusted. I have a good idea, before you send him to prison, allow him to stay with my promised and me. That bastard is in love with the boy and it will break him to see the one he loves marry another”.

Harry’s expression flickered from the cold, hard mask he wore to protect himself for just a second. ‘Snape loved him?’ A warm feeling filled him, and then washed away as he remembered his soon to be husband and the one-way ticket to Azkaban for Severus.

‘We’ll just have to run away together’ he thought resolutely.

“A wonderful idea. But what would stop them just leaving together Lucius?” asked Dumbledore.

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed and then an evil smirk crossed his face. “We’ll use a Chastity spell. No sex until the man he marries removes it and only he can”.

Before Harry could move, Malfoy had pointed his wand and muttered a spell.

An answering grin appeared on Fudge’s fat face. “Oh yes! Well that deals with these two then, Potter to a harsh, loveless marriage and Snape to a broken heart and life in jail”.

Lucius, Dumbledore and Fudge laughed together as Harry stared at them with wide eyes. He didn’t like the sound of this, no way.

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Malfoy manor was the most amazing place Harry had ever seen. Even Hogwarts couldn't hold a candle to it. Harry openly stared at the small sitting room he and Snape had been left in. The furniture was plush and opulent, the seating so soft that it almost sucked you in. Small tables floated around the two constantly offering them snacks and drinks. He would have enjoyed the experience if there hadn't have been a spell tying the two men to their seats.

Harry felt he could really love living in this house and indeed would since there was no choice but to marry Lucius but he'd give up everything in a second if it meant that he could be with the man he was coming to realise he loved, Severus.

Said Potions Master was sat across the room from the young man, gazing at him as if trying to memorize his every feature with a tortured look on his face.

Harry couldn't bear to see that expression on the other man but didn't know what to do about it.

He held out his hand, in sudden inspiration, to his once most hated professor. He needed a physical connection, something to reassure himself that things would work out, and from the looks of it, so did the Potions Master.

“Severus!” Harry moaned sadly, his voice tinged with regret at the fact that they would never be together.

The usually cold and dour Potions Master had tears shining in his eyes as he looked at the man he loved, the man who he’d helped kill the darkest wizard of their time. His expression told of the disgust he felt for the Ministry of Magic that they could demand a young boy be their saviour, refuse to train him properly and then expect him to kill an evil man, only to turn on the boy and accuse him of being a murderer.

And the idea that the boy would turn into the next Dark Lord was truly laughable. Harry had too much joy and light in his life to ever become evil. Although, he mused, something like this could tip him over the edge.

Harry’s thoughts were running along the same kind of lines. After the Dark Lord’s death, everything had gone to hell in a hand basket. He’d been so relieved and exhausted to find himself finally free once Voldemort was dead that he’d suck into a healing sleep.

The problems had started once he woken. Everyone acted like he would be the next big evil and the only one not trying to sell Harry off (is his opinion) was one Severus Snape. The man who loved him.

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That night was a full moon. It somewhat helped Harry to imagine his honorary godfather, Remus Lupin, running to his rescue in werewolf form, his dark fur blowing in the wind but realistically he knew it would never happen, the wolf could run no more, because the last of the Marauder’s had joined his mate in the afterlife, courtesy of the same bitch who’d killed Sirius. She was now dead due to Harry’s rage over both events.

So many of Harry's friends and family were dead now. His parents had been the first, that hadn't much hurt because he didn't really remember them. Cedric's death had been painful but the two had never really been close. The first really painful loss had been his Godfather, Sirius Black's death. But there were other's who were much missed too. Remus, Tonks, Ron, Hermione, Cho.

The whole marriage thing hadn’t really sunk in for Harry until now, as he sat alone and scared of what would happen after the wedding. He really didn’t want to get hitched to Lucius but the Chastity Spell prevented him from doing anything sexual and only the Malfoy Lord could remove it.

Harry felt the pressure of all these worries and fears loading onto his back and tears began to fall from his emerald green eyes. This was all too much for a teenage boy to bear.

His only companion in this bleak moment was in a silent sleep, slumped in the chair he was tied to. The Potions Master was as still as a statue, the only movement was his eyes flickering beneath the lids as he dreamt.

Harry stared at the older man, trying to memorise his features, using the activity as a way to stem his tears. He didn’t want to think about the day when the man would be gone and this golden boy would be left with nothing but a loveless marriage and suppressed magic. Harry really regretted not seeing where the kiss he and Severus had shared would have led them. He’d considered himself too young to become involved with anyone but now, only a few months later; he was about to be wed.

He sighed deeply, a sound full of utter despair and curled up on his own seat, his eyes locked on the Potion Master’s face and silently wished that the morning would never come.

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Harry woke from his slumber with a jolt. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep and now the sun was above the horizon.

Sitting up quickly, he looked up and locked gazes with the other resident of the room, his ex-professor.

The deep, dark eyes of the Potions Master were watching the younger man intently.

“We need to get out of here, Severus” Harry urged.

“And how do you suggest we do that, Mr. Potter?” There was no bite to Snape’s voice, just pain and bitterness that he couldn’t change their circumstances. “We would have to break the spell tying us to the furniture, then break the wards on both the room and house, escape, avoid the Aurors here for security and remove the chastity spell, all without the use of our wands”.

In all the fuss and activity of the last 12 hours, Harry hadn’t even thought about the fact that their wands had been taken the moment they stepped though the manor wards.

“I can do some wandless magic, how about you?” asked Harry.

Snape just looked at the boy he loved and sighed. “It’s too late” he said. “I can hear someone coming”.

As he’d predicted the door to the small room opened and Lucius entered, along with two burly Aurors. He sneered at his former Death Eater colleague and said to the Aurors “You two take this pile of sniveling crap to my chambers and leave him there. I have something I want to tell my husband-to-be”.

The two big men picked Snape up as if he was a featherweight and hauled him out the door. It swung shut behind them and Harry was alone with Lucius.

“Listen up Potter” he snarled. I don’t like you. I never have and never will, so make this easy on yourself and don’t fight me on this or try any tricks because I have a short temper. Don’t make me lose it and I won’t hurt you. Understand?”

Harry nodded numbly. He was scared to death of this man and what he could do. If they’d been facing each other over a battlefield Harry would have stood up for himself but in this situation, alone, defenseless and vulnerable he was afraid to do so. Physically, Lucius was bigger and stronger than Harry and he did his intimidation act well.

Lucius smirked. “Now, I’d better go and see how my other guest is fairing”. Seeing a panicked look cross the boy’s face, he added “Oh don’t worry your pretty little underage head about him. He’ll be in the congregation, unable to move or say a word, watching as I get to be the one to marry you and kiss you, not him. What a pity it’ll break his heart, eh?” He left the room laughing and Harry could hear him all the way down the hall.

Harry fumed. It wasn’t fair; he didn’t want to be forced into this. At least for him, it was only to be a short-term arrangement, until he came of age and became a true adult but he got the nasty feeling that once Malfoy had him in his grasp, he wouldn’t let go.

For Severus, a lifetime in prison was on the books and Harry’s bloody boy who lived reputation would be of no help.

Harry curled himself into a ball and cried.

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The Malfoy family Chapel was a quaint little building, with its rustic edges, so out of character with the manor that Harry found it difficult to take in.

He had been forcibly bathed, had his hair cut and dressed in a white suit and was now standing before Albus Dumbledore with a scowl on his face waiting for his intended to join him.

Lucius had wanted to make a grand entrance so had sent Harry on to wait for him. Traditionally, both grooms would enter together arm in arm and walk through the congregation but not this time. No, Malfoy had to make it clear that he was the more important in this marriage.

Severus was already seated in the back row of the benches and didn’t look up when Harry had passed him. Harry’s heart sank as he imagined all kinds of things that Lucius could have done to break the man.

Suddenly, said Malfoy was standing next to him, too close for comfort and Harry shuffled away slightly. A hurt look flashed across the older man’s face, Harry only seeing it out of the corner of his eye and the Gryffindor was puzzled for a moment. Malfoy hated him, didn’t he?!

Then Dumbledore was officiating, and Harry let the words wash over him, suddenly coming back to his senses when the old headmaster asked Lucius “What bond do you wish?”

Lucius answered with “unbreakable”.

Harry’s eyes grew wide and he cried out “Wait…What?” He’d know this was too easy to be real. And now it looked as if he’d be bonded to the elder Malfoy for the rest of his life.

Dumbledore ignored Harry and continued with the service.

In no time at all it was all over and Lucius was dragging Harry out of the building and back towards the Manor house, all the time commenting and laughing with the guests that they were now off for their “wedding night”.

Harry was struggling and trying to escape all the way up the long drive. He certainly didn’t want to do …that…with this man but Lucius’ grip was unyielding and that fact scared Harry.

Severus had disappeared the moment Harry said “yes”. The young man had been keeping an eye on his teacher and had seen him go with a small pop. That worried Harry because Malfoy must have set it up, as the Potions Master couldn’t leave under his own steam.

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Chapter 2

Harry’s heart was racing nineteen to the dozen by the time they reached the front door. He’d been thinking of Severus all the way and every thought that passed through his mind about what might have happened, just made him more nervous and scared.

Mind you, being pulled through a large house towards your captor’s bedroom, by said captor, who just happens to be someone who hates you and now has every power over you wouldn’t tend to help.

The Master bedroom was done up in an even grander fashion than the rest of the manor.

The walls were coloured pale cream, interspaced with green and silver blocks of colour. The floor was covered with a plush, longhaired cream rug. The furniture was cream with black trimming but the centerpiece of the room was the massive bed. Big enough to hold six people, it was all done in black silk, a canopy and black gauzy curtains covering the four posts.

If he were totally honest Harry would have said that he really didn’t like it at all. But he didn’t speak.

His now husband, Lucius Malfoy (did this make him Harry Malfoy?) grabbed him around the waist and pushed him down onto the bed, landing on top and smashing their lips together.

Harry started to push the heavier body away, then stopped, startled. The kiss felt familiar, like they’d done this before. The lips felt wrong, but the actual kiss felt so right.

“Severus?” queried Harry, feeling completely stupid at this assumption but needing to know.

The man on top of him lifted his head and smiled down at Harry, lust and love evident in the gray eyes. He winked and drawled, “Expecting someone else?”

Harry studied the other man closely for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of plan or trick to humiliate him but then decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy the feeling of being loved and cherished. If it turned out to be a game, then he could very well make Lucius’ life hell even without his magic.

(I’m going to refer to him as Severus, even in Lucius’ form).

A faint tickling sensation moved across Harry's midsection, down across his belly and groin and then disappeared from his toes. He felt a great rush of sexual tension releasing and guess that the Chastity spell had just been removed.

Severus’ mouth had left off kissing Harry’s lips and were now slowly making their way down his throat, nipping and kissing the tender flesh there.

Harry moaned in pleasure and tilted his head back, to give his partner better access to the lightly tanned skin.

He closed his eyes, letting the feelings wash over him, not wanting to associate this pure joy with the features of Lucius Malfoy.

The mouth had now found one of his nipples and was suckling on it and the feelings were so intense that Harry couldn’t even think about when his clothes had disappeared or indeed anything else.

His small hands were clutched into the long hair on the other man’s head as he moaned and writhed under Severus’ ministrations.

The older man’s tongue was now licking at Harry’s navel, plunging and stabbing into his belly button, mimicking another act so desperately wanted.

Harry was almost incoherent by now. He’d never realized that sex could be so intense. The few times he’d kissed girls at school had left him feeling disappointed. Now he wondered if that had been because he was actually attracted to men. Well, one man in particular.

During the days of his training with the Potions Master, Harry had had plenty of erotic dreams about the older man, but he’d told himself that it was just because Severus was the only one to pay any attention to him. Now he knew that wasn’t true. He wanted Severus so bad.

A hot wet heat enveloped Harry’s straining erection, the tongue licking around the outside like it was a tasty lollypop, then Harry was amazed to feel Severus’ nose buried in his pubic hair.

He couldn’t hold on any longer and exploded into his lover’s mouth, moaning in pleasure as his orgasm rolled through him like waves on a beach. He panted harshly, trying to get air into his lungs as he was milked to the very last drop.

The mouth left him and Harry waited, wondering what was to come next.

Lips pressed against his again and the tongue, which had recently been curled around his privates, moved into his mouth, sharing his own taste with him.

Arms wrapped around his body, drawing him closer to the solid mass of warm skin next to him.

“Wow!” Harry breathed, as he finally calmed a little. A small smirk appeared on the other man’s face and Harry smiled up at him.

Their lips met again and Harry relaxed completely, only tensing a little when he felt a long finger slip down the crease of his ass.

The kisses grew fiercer, distracting Harry from the slight pain as the roving finger slipped through the tight ring of muscle in his anus and moved in and out a few times.

Once Harry had gotten used to the strange feeling, Severus slid down his young lover’s body and took the rapidly hardening flesh back into his mouth, whilst adding more lube to his fingers and also coated his own aching body part. He then gently added another finger, then another and found a small nub in the tight passage, which he rubbed.

Harry arched off the bed, screaming as a feeling like flying spread through him. Severus took advantage of this to remove his fingers and move himself into place between the tanned young thighs.

As slowly as he could manage, Severus slipped, inch by torturous inch, into the young man’s body. Harry gasped at the sharp pain as the organ entered him. A hand rubbed his belly soothingly and he relaxed, the pain dying down and then flaring into a bright display of colourful ecstasy as his prostate was hit repeatedly.

He urged the other man to move faster, harder as both men neared their completion. Severus bent down and kissed Harry hard and that was all it took for the two to come, screaming each other’s names.

They lay together for a while, until their strength returned, just holding each other.

Harry looked up into his lover’s face and had to suppress a shiver of revulsion at Lucius’ features. He’d almost forgotten that little fact.

“When do you turn back?” asked Harry.

“The improved potion lasts approximately 3 hours so ….15 minutes. I’d better summon Lucius. You may want to put clothes on” was his reply.

Harry was rather confused but did as asked and pulled the shirt and trousers from his wedding suit on.

He felt rather disconcerted seeing the man he loved walking around in Lucius’ body and acting like the Malfoy Lord, ordering the Aurors outside the room to fetch that traitor Snape and bring him to their bedchambers to witness his total heartbreak.

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It took another 10 minutes before the two guards brought a shaking, cold and bruised Lucius (in Snape’s body) in the bedroom. Both guards were leering at Harry, who was sprawled on the luxurious bed, his hair even more messed up than usual, lips kiss swollen and numerous bite marks on his neck and the top of his chest where the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

“Take your eyes off my husband and leave now before I make you!” Severus growled at them. The men looked startled and then remembered the rumours of how bad Lucius Malfoy’s temper could be. They fled as fast as possible from the room.

Severus and Lucius both smirked and Lucius shakily got to his feet.

“I hope you appreciate what I’ve done for you two,” he snarled. “I wasn’t particularly happy having to spend any time in that cell!”

Severus smiled. A true smile that stayed as he finally regained his own features. Lucius’ change transferred his marks and bruises to the Potions Master.

The two stood for a moment looking at each other, almost as if they were communicating telepathically.

“So, who’s going to explain?” asked Harry, one eyebrow raised.

“It was Luc’s idea, the old switch and confuse…” Severus started.

“That will have to wait. We don’t have time now. We need to get the rest of this plan running before those two imbeciles return. Sev…you know what to do?”

“Yes” Severus said, a tinge of sadness in his voice. “So it’s finally goodbye then old friend?”

Malfoy nodded and then hugged his friend tightly.

“Wait”.

Harry stepped forward and stood before Lucius, looking him straight in the eye.

“Why?” he asked.

“I beg your pardon?” Lucius frowned.

“Why do this, all of this?” Harry was confused. In all his years in the Wizarding World he’d never known a Malfoy do anything that didn’t benefit themselves, yet however hard he looked, he was certain that Lucius would get nothing from this deception.

Lucuius had little left after the war, both his wife and son were dead, the family fortune almost gone and it was only due to the fact that he was highly liked and respected by the current Minister of Magic that he had all the Death Eater charges cleared from his name for a second time.

So it didn’t make sense to Harry that the remaining Malfoy would willingly just let the power he would have held over the younger man, not to mention the Potter millions slip from his grasp without a bloody good reason. Realistically, he stood to lose much more than he could possibly gain.

“Because he’s my best friend”, replied the other, his voice now dripping, not with distain but rather sadness and regret. “And no matter what he does, I can’t help but love him still”.

“You and he are lovers?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“It was a long time ago, Potter. Before you were born and before I was married. It was never going to be a long term arrangement due to the fact that I needed an heir, Voldemort’s existence and too many other considerations to mention”. Lucius shook his head, his long blond hair sweeping about his face and then snarled ”Don’t think this little confession means anything Potter, I still hate you….but he doesn’t” the elder man continued in a softer voice, “and that’s all that matters to me”.

Harry was stunned. To be honest he’d never imagined that Lucius Malfoy could be so…. Human.

He smiled up at his former enemy and wound his arms around the older man in a warm hug. Malfoy looked uncomfortable for a second then returned the hug briefly before pushing the golden boy away.

The ex-professor took Harry’s place and wrapped his friend in his embrace. They held each other for a moment then Severus smirked and said “ready?”

“Yes” nodded Lucius, all business now the mushiness was over with and they both turned to the youngest.

“Do you trust me?” asked the Potions Master.

Harry gulped, then took a breath and put his mask on. He didn’t know their plan or what he would be expected to do but the one thing he did know was that Severus loved him and anything would be better than what had been going to happen.

“Let’s do it!” he answered confidently.

A punch flew towards Malfoy’s face, catching him on the jaw. It didn’t fell the man but immediately started to colour.

A construct of Harry and Severus had been created alongside them and the “Sev clone” had punched Lucius on his own orders, making a lot of noise in doing so.

Footsteps could be heard running up the corridor and Lucius, his bruising already becoming clearer hissed “Go!”

Severus grabbed his young love and apperated the two of them out of the manor, appearing in a dark alley in the middle of muggle London.

Harry’s questions were immediately hushed as his older lover dragged his out of the damp space. Both were wearing just shirt and trousers, so had no problem fitting in with the unsuspecting Londoners they passed.

Stopping by a hole in the wall, Severus pulled a small plastic card from his shirt pocket and inserted it into a slot in the machine imbedded in the side of the building. He pressed a few buttons and money appeared.

“We need to get some different clothes and get off the streets as quickly as possible” Severus said quietly. Harry just nodded and followed behind the older man, having no knowledge or experience of this part of London.

After kitting themselves out from a supermarket, the two of them found a small bed and breakfast, where they could get out of the cold weather and settle down to talk.

It was only now that they were safely tucked away from the rest of the world that Harry got the chance to ask the questions that had been nearly bursting from him since they’d left Malfoy Manor.

“So what happened? Did you know what he was planning all along?”

“To answer your second question first… no I didn’t know what Lucius was doing until just before the wedding, when he pulled me away from you. I was “escorted” back to his chambers and then left alone. When he came in, I expected to be mocked for being weak for loving you but he surprised me.

I’d always wondered if Lucius ever really cared when we dated but at the moment he outlined his plan, I realized I should never have doubted him.

The improved polyjuice potion had been something I had been working on with Dumbledore for the final battle. Lucius had been given the vial by the Headmaster who'd been in on the scheme all along.. We took that 15 minutes before the service. Obviously, I was the one you married and an unbreakable vow means that if you ever cheat on your partner, then they have the right to kill you and the person you are cheating with. That's what Luc did, only he destroyed the constructs, not us so that we could escape and not be followed".

"What about the money, credit cards etc?" asked Harry.

"Luc transferred all your money to a muggle bank account this morning before he took me. So we have more money than we can ever need".

"Oh good" Harry smiled and lunged at his beloved husband, knocking him back onto the sofa and covering him with kisses.

The passion between the two became brighter than a flame and this time Harry watched Severus intently, loving the feel of the soft black hair brushing his chest as the Potions Master nibbled on a nipple.

Suddenly, Harry flipped them over so that he could explore the pale flesh that he'd missed last time they'd been in this position. Severus moaned and arched under the younger man's ministrations.

Before he got too worked up though, the golden boy instructed his ex-professor to turn over so Harry could give him a massage. This turned Snape on so much that he very soon had an erection hard enough to hammer nails with. He was almost in agony by the time the other turned him back over and then gently lowered himself onto the engorged organ.

Severus gasped at the tight heat of Harry's ass, it feeling much better in his own form with his much larger cock. It didn't take long for Harry to gasp and spray his seed over the chest beneath him and the clenching of the muscles surrounding Severus' hot penis caused him to pump his come deep inside his young lover.

The fact that they were lying in a small room, on an uncomfortable bed didn't matter to the pair, as long as they were together and in love, they would okay.

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A/N: There is going to be a sequel - It will be a crossover with Labyrinth: In a fit of anger, Sev Prince (formerly one Severus Snape) wishes his pregnant husband away. Now Sev has thirteen hours to rescue Harry or risk losing the one thing he has always longed for - a family of his own.

If anyone has a favourite character from any fandom that they'd like to see as a person/creature of the Labyrinth, review with your ideas, giving me the fandom they come from and a little information about them (in case they are not familiar to me) and I will pick one and incorporate he/she/it into the fic.

I'll leave this open until 7th September and announce the lucky character here. I will endeavour to also reply to each review/idea you leave at the same time.