When You Say You Love Me
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Adult +
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When You Say You Love Me
Angst here....
Written for Suzuki1969, who won our little ATYLB contest in which she correctly guessed the line that gave Queen and myself so much....angst! Typically, Queen and I had differing ideas when we read Suzuki's prompt, and so lucky girl, she gets not one, but two versions! Her prompt was the line "When you say you love me, do you know how I love you?" from the Josh Groban song, "When You Say You Love Me" (We own nothing of that song, btw!) This first chapter will be Queen's version, Angst's version will follow in the next chapter.
Suzuki, we hope you enjoy!
Queen's version:
Sort of set in the world of ATYLB. View it as an alternative take on things, if you will.
“When you say you love me, do you know how I love you?”
Credits: Song “When you say you love me” Josh Groban.
Challenge:Suzuki1969 (who correctly guessed which line caused us so much … angst.)
Harry lay beside Severus, quietly taking stock of how his situation had so abruptly changed. One day he had been a faithfully married man, and now he was not only cheating on his wife, but doing so with another man, and that man shared their house. It was complicated and guilt inducing.
And yet Severus lay asleep beside him. Chest rising and falling softly. Black hair, with that stark white streak, hiding the familiar face from view. Impulsively, Harry shifted and brushed away the long strands. Severus muttered something but made no attempt to open his eyes.
“I love you,” Harry whispered.
The room was silent.
He sighed and shook his head. Really, what had he expected? That Severus would suddenly awaken and proclaim his love?
Severus lay still, trying not to react to anything Harry had done or said. Of course he had been awake the whole time; only Harry would have been foolish enough to think that Severus would quietly sleep whilst the person next to him was awake. Too many years as a spy, and as a ‘loyal’ Death Eater had cured him of any desire to be attacked in his slumber.
He knew, obviously, how Harry felt. The younger man would never have entered into this difficult relationship had he had any control over it. But, love had forced him to give up fidelity. Why then, did the other man feel the need to state the obvious? Severus would never be able to return the comment. Would never be able to force those three words past his lips. Severus didn’t even feel any need to do so, his every action made it clear to Harry precisely how he felt.
And yet…
Why did he feel this churning in his stomach? This burning guilt at not returning those words?
Love.
Damn it! All conquering, all encompassing, all powerful force that it was, it was making him feel bad for not saying how he felt. He sternly commanded his body to stop that nonsense at once and to focus on remedying the problem.
He fell asleep with plans whirling through his mind…
…And awoke when Harry did, jumping in shock as he heard Ginny’s voice.
“Harry? Where are you?!”
Her husband had frozen: eyes horrified, face white except for two blotches of colour on his cheeks. He was mouthing something over and over.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”
Severus huffed in annoyance. “Stop that!”
He swung his legs out of bed, pulled on his discarded black robe and went to the door of his apartment, hastily doing up the fastenings.
“Ginevra?” he called and heard her muttered “ow!” as she clearly banged herself at his unexpected cry.
“Severus?” she responded.
He heard the sounds of footsteps moving closer and quickened his own fingers. He had to appear fully and normally dressed by the time she appeared!
She came into view just as he was running his fingers through his hair. He smiled to himself, feeling a burst of affection he couldn’t (and didn’t) want to deny.
“Ginvera, I believe you are searching for one Mr H Potter?” He gently slid his hand behind her back and turned her from his door. Smiling, he led her away form his chambers and down the stairs to the communal areas.
Severus settled her in a chair before he continued, “Now, I really shouldn’t tell you this,” he began, “but we have a little confession to make…” he dropped his voice to appear more serious.
“Harry and I have been…”
Listening from Severus’ room, Harry could not make out what the older man was saying. He struggled desperately with his final items of clothing and searched frantically for his wand.
In the living room, Ginny was exclaiming, “Really?! He wouldn’t do that to me!”
Harry heard this and took that as his cue to enter.
“It’s too late, Harry,” Ginny said whilst shaking her head, “Severus has told me everything. And let me tell you, I hope, for your sake, that he is not being serious. Because if I thought for one minute that you and he…”
“What has he told you?!” Harry practically squeaked.
“The truth,” Severus answered. He moved across to Harry and put an arm around him. “I’m sorry, Harry, I know you wanted to keep it a secret. But I did try and tell you it wouldn’t be possible.” He looked down into the other wizard’s ashen face before he went on, “Ginevra knows all about your ridiculous plan to ‘surprise’ her on her birthday with every possible item from George’s shop.”
Harry relief was so palpable that the older man was concerned that Ginny would realise that her husband couldn’t possibly have been worried about that. Severus hung onto Harry, holding him up, as the other man replied, his voice a little shaky, “Oh, that. Yes, sorry, Ginny. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And,” he said, gazing at Severus, “it wasn’t just me. Severus agreed to trick you too.”
“Boys,” Ginny said, her tone playful. Shaking her head she left the room. They both heard her chuckles as she reached the kitchen.
Harry sagged down onto the sofa. “Oh god…” he moaned, “she nearly caught us!”
“But she didn’t,” Severus pointed out, also sitting down.
For a few minutes both were silent. Finally Harry spoke, “How did you think of that so quickly? You were out the door so fast, and … you must have already been thinking about it.”
Shaking his head, Severus moved to sit beside his secret partner. “I’m not comfortable with certain words or phrases,” he said, hoping Harry would understand to what he was alluding, “but I can consider likely scenarios and anticipate them. I knew, some day, Ginevra would come close to discovering us. Therefore, as I have no wish to see you or her hurt, I have a number of lies ready to protect you both.” He paused, “And you do both need protecting. That’s what I will always do, Harry, protect you, protect Ginevra, protect this family.”
Softly, Harry answered, “I understand. I can say the words, even if you can’t. And I don’t really need you to say them. I know you feel them.” Hidden on the seat, he held hands with Severus, “My protector.”
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As always, we appreciate you letting us know what you think, so review please!
Written for Suzuki1969, who won our little ATYLB contest in which she correctly guessed the line that gave Queen and myself so much....angst! Typically, Queen and I had differing ideas when we read Suzuki's prompt, and so lucky girl, she gets not one, but two versions! Her prompt was the line "When you say you love me, do you know how I love you?" from the Josh Groban song, "When You Say You Love Me" (We own nothing of that song, btw!) This first chapter will be Queen's version, Angst's version will follow in the next chapter.
Suzuki, we hope you enjoy!
Queen's version:
Sort of set in the world of ATYLB. View it as an alternative take on things, if you will.
“When you say you love me, do you know how I love you?”
Credits: Song “When you say you love me” Josh Groban.
Challenge:Suzuki1969 (who correctly guessed which line caused us so much … angst.)
Harry lay beside Severus, quietly taking stock of how his situation had so abruptly changed. One day he had been a faithfully married man, and now he was not only cheating on his wife, but doing so with another man, and that man shared their house. It was complicated and guilt inducing.
And yet Severus lay asleep beside him. Chest rising and falling softly. Black hair, with that stark white streak, hiding the familiar face from view. Impulsively, Harry shifted and brushed away the long strands. Severus muttered something but made no attempt to open his eyes.
“I love you,” Harry whispered.
The room was silent.
He sighed and shook his head. Really, what had he expected? That Severus would suddenly awaken and proclaim his love?
Severus lay still, trying not to react to anything Harry had done or said. Of course he had been awake the whole time; only Harry would have been foolish enough to think that Severus would quietly sleep whilst the person next to him was awake. Too many years as a spy, and as a ‘loyal’ Death Eater had cured him of any desire to be attacked in his slumber.
He knew, obviously, how Harry felt. The younger man would never have entered into this difficult relationship had he had any control over it. But, love had forced him to give up fidelity. Why then, did the other man feel the need to state the obvious? Severus would never be able to return the comment. Would never be able to force those three words past his lips. Severus didn’t even feel any need to do so, his every action made it clear to Harry precisely how he felt.
And yet…
Why did he feel this churning in his stomach? This burning guilt at not returning those words?
Love.
Damn it! All conquering, all encompassing, all powerful force that it was, it was making him feel bad for not saying how he felt. He sternly commanded his body to stop that nonsense at once and to focus on remedying the problem.
He fell asleep with plans whirling through his mind…
…And awoke when Harry did, jumping in shock as he heard Ginny’s voice.
“Harry? Where are you?!”
Her husband had frozen: eyes horrified, face white except for two blotches of colour on his cheeks. He was mouthing something over and over.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”
Severus huffed in annoyance. “Stop that!”
He swung his legs out of bed, pulled on his discarded black robe and went to the door of his apartment, hastily doing up the fastenings.
“Ginevra?” he called and heard her muttered “ow!” as she clearly banged herself at his unexpected cry.
“Severus?” she responded.
He heard the sounds of footsteps moving closer and quickened his own fingers. He had to appear fully and normally dressed by the time she appeared!
She came into view just as he was running his fingers through his hair. He smiled to himself, feeling a burst of affection he couldn’t (and didn’t) want to deny.
“Ginvera, I believe you are searching for one Mr H Potter?” He gently slid his hand behind her back and turned her from his door. Smiling, he led her away form his chambers and down the stairs to the communal areas.
Severus settled her in a chair before he continued, “Now, I really shouldn’t tell you this,” he began, “but we have a little confession to make…” he dropped his voice to appear more serious.
“Harry and I have been…”
Listening from Severus’ room, Harry could not make out what the older man was saying. He struggled desperately with his final items of clothing and searched frantically for his wand.
In the living room, Ginny was exclaiming, “Really?! He wouldn’t do that to me!”
Harry heard this and took that as his cue to enter.
“It’s too late, Harry,” Ginny said whilst shaking her head, “Severus has told me everything. And let me tell you, I hope, for your sake, that he is not being serious. Because if I thought for one minute that you and he…”
“What has he told you?!” Harry practically squeaked.
“The truth,” Severus answered. He moved across to Harry and put an arm around him. “I’m sorry, Harry, I know you wanted to keep it a secret. But I did try and tell you it wouldn’t be possible.” He looked down into the other wizard’s ashen face before he went on, “Ginevra knows all about your ridiculous plan to ‘surprise’ her on her birthday with every possible item from George’s shop.”
Harry relief was so palpable that the older man was concerned that Ginny would realise that her husband couldn’t possibly have been worried about that. Severus hung onto Harry, holding him up, as the other man replied, his voice a little shaky, “Oh, that. Yes, sorry, Ginny. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And,” he said, gazing at Severus, “it wasn’t just me. Severus agreed to trick you too.”
“Boys,” Ginny said, her tone playful. Shaking her head she left the room. They both heard her chuckles as she reached the kitchen.
Harry sagged down onto the sofa. “Oh god…” he moaned, “she nearly caught us!”
“But she didn’t,” Severus pointed out, also sitting down.
For a few minutes both were silent. Finally Harry spoke, “How did you think of that so quickly? You were out the door so fast, and … you must have already been thinking about it.”
Shaking his head, Severus moved to sit beside his secret partner. “I’m not comfortable with certain words or phrases,” he said, hoping Harry would understand to what he was alluding, “but I can consider likely scenarios and anticipate them. I knew, some day, Ginevra would come close to discovering us. Therefore, as I have no wish to see you or her hurt, I have a number of lies ready to protect you both.” He paused, “And you do both need protecting. That’s what I will always do, Harry, protect you, protect Ginevra, protect this family.”
Softly, Harry answered, “I understand. I can say the words, even if you can’t. And I don’t really need you to say them. I know you feel them.” Hidden on the seat, he held hands with Severus, “My protector.”
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As always, we appreciate you letting us know what you think, so review please!