Harry and Draco's week at the Burrow passed much like every other summer Harry had spent with the Weasley family. Luckily for Harry, the media had given up on finding him at the Weasley home, leaving him in relative peace.
There was the daily de-gnoming of the Weasley's backyard. All the teens would go out and fling gnomes over the fence and into the field beyond. They started a contest to see who could toss a gnome the farthest. They played for Chocolate Frogs. Each day, they put one Frog into the betting pool, and whoever won that day got the Frogs. The one who received the most Frogs at the end of the week got the twenty-five galleons Draco and Harry put up as the grand prize.
On Monday, Harry won by a long shot. Ron won on Tuesday, and on Wednesday was the first tie, between Hermione and Draco. Thursday saw Fred and Draco in a tie, and Friday Ron won again. On the final day of the competition, Ron and Harry tied. Ron was declared winner with 15 1/2 Frogs out of thirty-nine, and he happily took his prize.
Fred and George had shown up on Wednesday night. Fred claimed that he had worked far too much, and a long weekend with his family is just what he needed. Naturally no one bought it, especially when they saw the way Fred kept mooning over Draco when Draco wasn't looking. George had come along so he could spend time with his family. No one doubted his sincerity.
During the week at the Burrow, Draco discovered the wonderful world of Molly Weasley's cooking. He ate with a fervor that surpassed even Harry, and Draco declared Molly's cooking the best in the world. This statement earned him major points with the Weasley clan, particularly Ron.
To Harry's complete delight, Ron and Draco got along famously. All their arguments were in jest, and they were much friendlier by the end of the week. Harry knew he would have a lot less trouble when he finally revealed that he wasn't going to be staying inside Gryffindor tower.
They also practiced their Quidditch skills on a nearby field that had been charmed so that the local Muggles wouldn't notice anything strange. Harry knew that both Hermione and Ginny were going to try out for the Gryffindor team this year. He knew that they were both pretty good, and he desperately needed a good team. After all, most of the team had graduated last year, and the only ones left were Ron and himself.
Draco was happy to play keeper against the two while they honed their skills as chasers and Harry and Ron gave them pointers. Fred and George provided suitable bludger/beater action. They took great enjoyment in sending enchanted soccer balls Ginny and Hermione's way.
Saturday came all too soon for Draco and Harry. Harry knew it was time to tell Hermione and Ron that he wasn't going to be staying in the tower this year. He waited until after the contest and lunch before sitting down with the two of them. Draco had grabbed Fred, George, and Ginny and drug them outside knowing it might be better for them to all get the hell out of dodge.
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione for a moment. He decided it was best not to beat around the bush and just say what he needed to say. "Ron, Hermione, there's something I need to tell you guys. You're not going to like it, but please hear me out before you kill me, okay."
"Of course we will, Harry. You know you can count on us," Hermione said. Ron nodded his agreement.
"Okay. It has been decided...no, rather, it was my choice...that I will be moving out of Gryffindor tower this year. Now before you start yelling, hear me out," Harry said, looking at Ron. Ron shut his mouth. "You know Draco's problem with the Slytherins. He's going to have to move out of Slytherin, and he'll have to live alone. I've decided that I will live with Draco from now until we are finished with school. I'm still a Gryffindor, but I just won't be living in the tower. I'll be living in the dungeons, in rooms connected with Severus'. I can't tell you why this is so important to me, I promised I wouldn't say anything, but it is. Please, try to understand."
Hermione thought for a moment before saying, "Are you sure, Harry? Really sure?"
"Yeah, Harry. I mean, you're going to be living with Snape, of all people. I know he's not as bad as we thought, but still..." Ron trailed off, seeing the sour looks on Harry's face. "I'm sorry, Harry. I just don't like you leavin' us."
"I'm not going to South America, git. I'm only going across the castle, and we'll be able to spend lots of time together. You can come down and be with me and Draco any time you guys want, and Draco and I'll be spending time in Gryffindor, once I'm certain none of them are out for his blood."
"Surely you don't think a Gryffindor would-" Hermione said.
Harry interrupted her with two words. "Peter Pettigrew."
"'Nuff said," Ron mumbled, shivering. "I hate that man."
"Mm. Feelings mutual," Harry told him, nodding. "Are you guys gonna be mad at me?"
Hermione laughed. "Of course not! We know you wouldn't do it if it weren't necessary and what you want. We'll miss you terribly in the tower, but I suspect we'll get over it."
"Yeah," Ron agreed, a note of sadness tingeing his voice. "I just feel like my best friend is going away."
"Oh, Ron, you're not losing me just because I'm moving out of our room. Think about it. Now you have another friend, one that you never thought you'd have."
Ron thought about it. "That's true. I never really thought about it."
Hermione snorted. "That much is certain."
"Oh, do shut up, 'Mione," Ron shot back lightly.
Draco stuck his head inside the door and looked at the three. "Not dead yet, Harry? You obviously haven't told them yet. I'll come back."
"Get in here, or I'll make you dance around naked singing 'I Feel Pretty'." Draco came inside, followed by Fred and George. He sat next to Harry and looked at him questioningly.
"They're okay with it, Drac. Relax."
Draco smiled warily at the two facing him. "Are you guys really okay? I mean, Harry doesn't have to move down-"
Harry interrupted him. "I know I don't, but I want to."
Hermione answered for her and Ron. "We're okay. We'll miss Harry, but we'll spend lots of time together. I promise." Hermione looked at Ron, who was nodding his agreement.
"Well, since that's settled, how about one more game of Quidditch before we have to go?" Ron asked. "The girls could use the extra practice."
They all agreed, running out to the field, Molly yelling at them to close the back door next time.
* * * *
Sunday morning found the Weasley clan, along with Harry, Draco and Hermione, leaving for King's Cross station just after a quick breakfast. Fred and George decided to ride the Express back with the rest of the young wizards and witches, then walk to their home outside Hogsmeade.
Draco was thrilled. It gave him more time to spend with Fred. Over the last few days they had become better friends, and though nothing in the way of romance happened, Draco's hope that Fred could fall in love with him increased. They had spent much time together, and a few gentle, subtle touches had passed between them. Harry thought it was rather sweet.
Once the seven were aboard the Hogwart's Express, they headed straight into the nearest empty compartment. They had brought their own food, drinks and candy, so they spelled the door so no one could get in or see in.
Draco sat next to Fred during the ride. After a while, Ron and George fell asleep, and Hermione, Harry, and Ginny immersed themselves in their studies. That left Fred and Draco to talk to each other. Draco asked about the store, and Fred told him all about the new products that were due out before Christmas.
After a while, Draco glanced over at Harry, who was looking at him with a stupid grin gracing his features. Harry looked pointedly downwards.
Draco looked down to where his friend indicated, and blushed. Somewhere along the train ride, Fred and Draco's hands had come together, their fingers entwined.
Fred noticed the exchange between his two younger friends. He flashed a smile in Harry's direction and squeezed Draco's hand. Soon the two were back in their own little world, causing Harry to chuckle. Harry shook his head and went back to studying his potions textbook.
Several hours later, the seven hopped off the train. Harry waved to Hagrid, who was awaiting the first years for their boat ride to Hogwarts. Fred and George said their good-byes and walked down towards their house.
The remaining five squeezed inside a single carriage, with Hermione sitting on Draco's lap. The carriages started off, and very soon they were in front of Hogwarts' main entrance.
Harry held the other four back, out of sight, while the other students went inside. As soon as he knew all the students were seated, excepting the first years, Harry threw open the door to the Great Hall, and they walked in together.
The silence that preceded them was deafening. If someone had dropped a pin, it could have been heard throughout the entire school. Harry linked his arm in Draco's and walked determinedly down the center aisle, with Hermione, Ron and Ginny following behind them proudly. As they reached the end of the aisle, near the head table, Draco and Harry split, going to their respective tables. As per Albus Dumbledore's orders, Harry and Draco were to sit near the teachers. They sat down, facing each other.
Draco looked around at the Slytherin table and immediately regretted it. All the way down both sides were students giving him the most evil of looks, some for much different reasons than others. He sneered at Crabbe and Goyle, who looked at him like they'd gladly hex him into oblivion. At least they would, if they could. Neither of them was very good at hexes or charms. Their forte was more along the lines of sheer brute force.
* * * *
Severus had watched the five students enter the Hall. Their message was quite clear: leave Draco alone. He hoped that the student body would heed the warning. He doubted they would for long. At the end of the house tables, they went their separate ways, each to their own houses.
Severus sighed. He knew Draco would be eating his meals alone, and it bothered him, but he didn't really know what could be done about that. Maybe if the Gryffindors became a little less malevolent towards Draco, he would be able to sit with Harry. At any rate, he would have to keep an eye on things.
Severus looked over towards the Gryffindor table, his eyes resting on Harry. Emerald eyes caught his and he smiled. Harry beamed back at him and winked. It was then that Minerva McGonagall brought in the first years. The Sorting Hat had already been placed upon the stool in front of the head table. Minerva told the students to wait at the edge of the steps, and the Sorting Hat began its song. Once the Hat was done, Minerva pulled out her roll and started reading out names. Severus clapped whenever his house was called out, but he wasn't paying much attention. He was too busy keeping an eye on Draco and Harry, for much different reasons.
Severus was perfectly aware of the horrible looks being thrown at his nephew. He was going to have a long talk with his little house soon after the feast; that much was certain. He would not have them making Draco's life miserable, not if he had any say in the matter.
His Harry-watching was for a completely different reason. After seeing Harry on a daily basis for the last couple of months, he found the last seven days almost completely unbearable. At least when Harry wasn't touching him he could at least see him. No matter what he had done to keep himself busy the last seven days, it was never enough. Right now he was torn between hoping Harry had finally come to his senses, and wanting to bend Harry over the head table and fuck him into oblivion.
* * * *
Harry clapped at the appropriate places as the Sorting Hat sorted Hogwarts newest wizard- and witches-in-training. He wasn't really paying attention. When he wasn't watching over Draco, who was beginning to look rather uncomfortable under the malicious gazes of the other Slytherins, he was watching Severus watching him. He could tell how much the older wizard had missed him, and it made his heart warm. He couldn't wait for the feast to be over so he could jump into Severus arms and kiss him to within an inch of his life.
Finally the sorting was done and the Hat was taken away, its job done for yet another year. There came the expected tapping of the glass, signifying it was time for Albus to give his beginning of the year speech.
"If I may have your attention, I have several announcements to make this year. We have two new teachers this year. Taking the position as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year is none other than Professor Remus Lupin. He has so kindly agreed to come back, and Hogwarts couldn't ask for a better teacher than him. As you all may see, Professor Flitwick is no longer with us. He is in ill health and has decided to retire. He wishes you all luck in your studies. Those of you, who wish to send him a note, please do so. He would appreciate them greatly. Now for the replacement, he is a former student and you all know of him. He has been in the news for quite some time. May I present to you Professor Sirius Black."
The doors swept open and Remus and Sirius walked up the aisle towards the head table, as the whispers and cheers erupted all around them. They both shook hands with Professor Dumbledore and took their seats next to Severus.
Harry looked at Sirius, completely dumbstruck. He couldn't believe it. When Sirius told him he could come visit him at his job, he wasn't kidding. When Sirius caught his eye and winked, Harry stuck his tongue out at him, which caused both Sirius and Remus to laugh. Severus smirked. Harry mouthed, "I'll talk to you later" before turning back to Albus.
"Now to all students. The Forbidden Forest is exactly that: forbidden. There are many dark creatures living inside the forest, and you would do well to remember not to go in there without a Hogwarts teacher. To do so would be taking your life into your own hands, and we can't have that."
Albus paused for a moment to let the words sink into the first year students' brains. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and snickered when they saw the terrified looks some of the first years had.
"Now onto some other important news. As you all know, Voldemort is dead-" Albus waited for the thunderous cheers to die down. "As I was saying, Voldemort is dead, and we have many things to cover. I know many of you probably saw the Daily Prophet, which contained the article about our potions master, Severus Snape. What was said was true. Professor Snape was indeed a spy for our side. He was a Death Eater who risked his life time and time again and endured great pain and torment so that we could obtain material to keep Voldemort at bay. His sacrifice saved countless lives, and it is my pleasure to award him this Medal of Honor from the Order of Merlin."
Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were the first to their feet and cheer as loud as they could for the potions master who was still staring at the Headmaster, completely speechless. Sirius and Remus shoved Severus out of his seat. He walked around the table towards the Headmaster to booming applause.
Albus fastened the medal to Severus' robes as the applause continued, becoming even louder than anyone thought possible. Severus, still unable to say much of anything, thanked Albus quietly and returned to his seat
"Now," Albus continued, once the crowd had quieted to a dull roar, "I'm sure many of you have heard how Voldemort was defeated. Harry Potter, as foreseen, was the one who defeated the dark lord, but at a great cost." Albus looked kindly at Harry, who had lost his happiness at the thought of his now dead relatives. "It is with great pleasure that I present to Mr. Harold James Potter the Medal of Valor from the Order of Merlin."
Harry sat in his seat, stunned, as the applause erupted all around him. Ron and Hermione had to push him up off of the seat. He stumbled to Albus and allowed him to place the medal on his robes.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry muttered, blushing a deep red. He quickly made his way back to his seat. He looked up at Draco, who had an idiotic grin on his face. He then looked over towards his three professors, who were smiling proudly at him. Severus was still blushing from his encounter with the adoring crowd.
"Well, that's about it," Albus told the students. "Now on to the feast!" He clapped his hands and the food magically appeared.
"That's wicked, Harry," Ron said, looking at Harry's medal.
"He's right, Harry. It's a great honor to get any sort of medal from the Order of Merlin, especially a First Class medal like this one. You should be proud," Hermione told him.
Harry shrugged. "I guess. It's not like I did something valiant. I was just really brassed off," he said, spooning potatoes onto his plate. He looked up and grimaced. Draco was sitting alone. He acted as if he didn't care, but Harry knew better. Since Draco had come to Sev's house, he had become used to socializing, and now he was alone again. Harry would see about fixing that tomorrow.
After dinner, Severus, Remus and Sirius, who had decided to escort the boys to their new rooms, met Harry and Draco outside the Great Hall. Ron, Ginny and Hermione decided to walk part way with them. When they reached the split in the hallway, they bid the others goodnight and headed off towards Gryffindor tower.
The five walked the rest of the way to the dungeons in relative silence until it was broken by none other than Peeves, Hogwarts' resident poltergeist, who started pelting them with golf balls.
"Peeves!" Sirius yelled, batting away the golf balls that were aimed at his face. "Bloody hell! Where did you get golf balls? What the hell do you think you are doing? You could hurt someone!"
"Oh, look at the professors escorting the poor ickle students to their rooms. Isn't that sweet?" Peeves cackled, making little kissing noises.
Remus growled as Severus said in his lowest, deadliest voice, "Peeves, if you don't leave us this instant, I will have the Bloody Baron pursue you around Hogwarts from now until Christmas holiday."
Peeves screeched, dropping the rest of the golf balls and fleeing. Harry smirked, shifting uncomfortably. For once he was grateful he was wearing his robes. Severus' silky voice had flowed over him like warm liquid and it made him hard instantaneously.
Out of the corner of his eye, Severus caught Harry's movement and smirked. "Is something wrong, Harry? You look rather uncomfortable."
Harry threw him a you-damn-well-know-what's-wrong-with-me glare. "No, not really. Just have a sudden urge to use the loo that's all."
"Mm. Well, we're almost to your rooms. Follow me." Severus led the group to what appeared to be a solid wall. He turned to face the others. "This wall will allow only those who are permitted to pass through. Right now, that is the five of us, Ron and Ginny Weasley, and Granger. Those we are certain we can trust, such as the Weasley twins, can be added later."
The group passed through the brick wall and came to a door. Severus said the password, "pink flamingo". Harry and Draco snickered when Severus muttered about Albus' weird sense of humor. Harry and Draco stepped into the room behind Severus, and got their first look at their new home.
The living room area was done up in both Gryffindor and Slytherin colors, and it was done well. Each item complimented everything around it. The walls were spelled so that they mirrored the outside. Harry looked closer and he could see Hagrid off in the distance, playing with Fang by the fireside. The room was also nice and cozy since someone had already lit the fires before they had shown up.
"This is amazing," Sirius said as he came in. "Albus and the staff really did a good job on your room, OW!" Sirius glared at Harry, who had just given him a firm wallop on the arm. "What was that for?"
"For not telling me you would be here, you stupid git! Here I was, thinking I wouldn't get to see you hardly, and now I find out I'll see you every day," Harry said as he hugged his godfather.
"Well, it's nice to know you're so happy about it. OW! Will you quit hitting me?"
Harry ignored him and walked toward his room. The inside of it was much like the Gryffindor dorms. He guessed that Draco's would look like Slytherin.
Sirius came in behind Harry and slung an arm around him. "Now this is nice. They really went all out for you two. I'm glad. This makes knowing you're down here a little more bearable."
"Thanks."
Sirius walked out to go and check out Draco's room.
Harry turned and saw Severus standing in the doorway. Harry drug him into the room and gave him a long, passionate kiss. "I missed you, Sev."
"Really? I couldn't tell," he replied dryly as he flicked a wisp of Harry's unruly hair out of his eye.
Harry stuck his tongue out at him and pulled away. "While I would love to shut you up properly right about now, I think it would be too much for Sirius to handle if he saw us. Come on. I'll deal with your tongue later." Harry walked by, brushing his hand across Severus' ass as he passed.
Harry walked into the living room at the same time Sirius, Remus and Draco did. Severus followed behind Harry, after composing himself.
"I think it's about time for me to give my annual speech to my house, so if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have business to attend to." Severus nodded in their direction before exiting the room.
Harry watched him leave before turning towards Draco. "So, how do you like your new room. I'm assuming it's in Slytherin colors."
"What else? I take it there's red as far as the eye can see in your room."
Harry smirked. "Of course. I like it though. Looks like the Gryffindor dorms. So tell me Sirius, where are your rooms?" He smiled at Sirius' blush. "Okay, so from the look on your face, you are staying in rooms with Remus. I don't know why you're blushing all of the sudden. It's not like Draco and I don't know what you two do behind closed doors," Harry teased.
"Yeah, guys...by the way, you may want to check your silencing spells every so often. I think my relatives in France heard you two," Draco added.
"Okay," Sirius said, pulling Remus, who was a deep maroon, up off the couch. "That's enough of that. We'll be leaving you two now. You can pick on each other." Sirius gave each of the boys a big hug. "You guys are connected to our room by the fireplace, and you've got Sna- er, Severus next door. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call, all right? Goodnight, you two."
"Good night, Sirius. Good night, Remus," the boys said as the two men stepped through the fireplace to their own rooms.
Draco and Harry looked at each other. "Well, now what?"
Harry shrugged. "I guess we go put our rooms in order while we wait for Sev to quit yelling at the Slytherins."
"I thought you had to use the 'loo."
Harry shook his head. "No, your uncle's voice just has some rather embarrassing effects."
Draco laughed. "I wouldn't know."
* * * *
Severus walked into the Slytherin common room and looked at the students amassed there. "Where are the rest of the students?" he asked a seventh year that was sitting nearby.
"I think they're upstairs, sir," she replied.
"Well, you and you," he said, pointing toward a seventh year male, "go and get everyone out of the Tower, now. It's time I had a little chat with my house."
The two got up quickly and ran upstairs. Severus waited patiently as the rest of his charges slowly made their way down the stairs. He looked them over as they trickled down the stairs, knowing instinctively which ones were going to cause his nephew the most trouble. Once everyone was seated he began to speak.
"As you all know, the hideous creature that was Voldemort is no longer with us. I know there are many of you whose parents were either Death Eaters or at least sympathetic with his cause. That is over now. You will behave in a responsible and mature manner while you are in this school. I am here to tell you one thing and one thing only, and this goes for all of you. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are not to be touched. You will not hit them, hex them, trip them, or even look so much as cross-eyed at them, because if you do, I will come down on you so hard, a Cruciatus curse from Voldemort himself will look like a blessing. Is that understood?"
He glared pointedly at many of his students as they nodded. He knew that it wouldn't do any good with the likes of Crabbe and Goyle, but maybe he had reached at least a few of his students.
"Now is the time when we have to bring our house back to the standard that it should be. It has a reputation for evil, but that was never this house's intention. Slytherins are sly, cunning, not evil bastards. Let us now rise above the monstrosities that have plagued this house for so many decades and become true Slytherins. You will be treated unfairly by many of the other teachers. Do not give them excuses to punish you. Be better than that. That's all I have to say for now, but remember you are all to leave Potter and Malfoy alone. I hope I have made myself crystal clear."
He looked around and watched as all the students nodded once again. "Very well. Have a good night."
Severus walked out the door, relieved he could finally go back to his rooms and relax. He had to start another year of teaching tomorrow, and his first class was Harry and Draco's class. Double Potions, Gryffindor and Slytherin: Longbottom's class. He shuddered.
Severus came to his door and touched the painting. It opened and he walked inside. The door to the boys' rooms was open, and he could hear them yelling at each other from their respective bedrooms. He stuck his head inside the door. "You know, it may be easier for you two to talk if you were in the same room. You might want to try it sometime."
Draco and Harry stuck their heads out, grinning. "Sorry," Draco said. "We were just guessing what our schedules were going to be."
Severus sighed. "Well, I don't know about the rest of your schedules, but you have Double Potions with me tomorrow morning and Friday morning. Another joyous year of Neville Longbottom trying to assassinate me: wonderful!"
He stuck his head back into his own rooms, leaving Harry and Draco to snicker at him.
* * * * *
Harry smiled warmly at Draco as he came through the door of his uncle's room. "You going to sleep now?"
Draco yawned. "Yeah, 'm tired. You?"
"Gonna say goodnight to Sev first."
Draco smirked. "Yeah, I'll just bet you are. How long will that take, I wonder?"
"Do you really want all the details?"
Draco snorted and shook his head. "Not really. Goodnight and have fun. Don't wear him out too much. He does have to teach tomorrow."
"I'll do my best not to. Goodnight." Harry watched as Draco walked into his room and shut the door. After a moment he pulled himself up from his seat and headed toward Severus' chambers.
He glanced around the living room area, but no one was there. He saw a light coming from a door on the opposite side of the room.
Harry peered inside quietly. It was Severus' bedchambers. He bit down hard on his bottom lip to suppress a moan as he took in the nearly naked wizard casually draped across the bed. Severus was wearing nothing but boxers, in Slytherin green of course. He was reading Harry's copy of 'The Fellowship of the Ring'.
Harry watched for a few minutes while Severus continued to read, apparently unaware he was under observation. Harry suppressed a giggle as his lover rolled over onto his stomach and swung his feet in the air, while resting his chin on his right palm. Harry thought it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He had never seen his professor so relaxed before.
Harry walked over to the bed and smiled down at the man he loved. "Mind if I join you?"
Severus jumped, startled out of his concentration. "Oh, Harry! I didn't hear you come in."
Harry chortled. "I can see that. Are you having fun?"
"Yes, actually, I am. Thank you for loaning me the books. Are you retiring for the night?"
"Not yet. Scoot over," Harry jumped up on the bed as Severus flipped back over and leaned against the pillows. "So, what do you think of these medals we received tonight?"
"I really don't know. I'm touched they gave it to me, being a Death Eater and all-"
"Sev..." Harry warned, glaring at him.
"Sorry. What about you?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't really know what to think. I didn't know they gave medals for losing your temper and annihilating someone, even if it happens to be Voldemort." Harry lay back and snuggled up against Severus, his head resting on the older wizard's chest. "Mm. I've missed you, Sev. Did you miss me?"
"Not really," he replied offhandedly, trying to ignore the hand that was trailing up and down his bare thigh.
"You didn't miss me? Not even a little bit?" Harry asked as innocently as he could while his fingers traveled up a pale thigh and across the rock-hard shaft covered in Slytherin-green silk.
"Maybe a little bit," Severus moaned, his cock twitching every time his tormentor rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip. As Harry rubbed a little harder, he cried out, "All right, I missed you terribly. Are you happy now, you insolent brat?"
Harry grinned gleefully and straddled him. "Yes. I love you." Harry leaned down and kissed his lover, his tongue sliding across the thin luscious lips he had been craving for a week, asking for admittance. Severus was more than happy to comply, his mouth opening to his young lover's probing tongue.
Severus knew he should stop this, he knew this shouldn't be happening, but he couldn't have stopped, even if all the remaining Death Eaters walked into the room and threatened to kill him. Instead, he pulled the young Gryffindor closer to him, wrapping his arms around the other man's waist.
They broke their kiss once the need for air had overridden their desire. Taking a deep breath, Harry went to work on his earlier plan to kiss Severus to within an inch of his life.
He started with Severus' forehead, gently placing feathery kisses along the lines caused by years of worry. Harry fleetingly wondered if any of those were caused by his antics from his previous school years. He pushed the thoughts aside as he traveled a little lower, placing light kisses over the lids that covered the coal-black eyes that could melt him into a puddle at a glance. He continued his task, placing little kisses across his lover's nose and cheeks, and his jaw and chin. He stopped just short of Severus' mouth. Instead, he leaned back slightly and looked at his love, who was panting with desire.
Their eyes met, and Harry couldn't help but stare at his lover. /God, he's beautiful/ Harry thought.
Severus started to feel a little uneasy under such an intense gaze. "Harry, it's not too late to stop if you want to leave-"
Harry kissed his professor's mouth to shut him up. Leaning back once again, he said, "Severus Snape, if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't have come in the first place. I want to be here, here with you. I wouldn't ever want to be anywhere else. I love you, and the sooner you accept it, the sooner we'll both be happier. Now will you please shut up and let me proceed?" he asked as he reached down and rubbed Severus' thighs.
"By all means, Mr. Potter," Severus replied huskily.
"Thank you. If you keep calling me Mr. Potter, you are going to have a serious problem," Harry said in between the kisses he was showering on the older wizard's neck.
"And what kind of problem would that be, pray tell."
Harry looked up and grinned evilly. "I'll just go back to my room and leave you to deal with this," Harry remarked as he ground his hips into Severus, rubbing their erections together, "on your own."
Severus groaned. /God, that feels so good/ he thought. To his young lover he said, "Oh, very well, HARRY. Proceed."
"Thank you." Harry brought his head down to the pale delicate-looking neck underneath him and bit down hard. He chuckled as Severus yelped lightly. Harry sucked on the bruised flesh and licked it apologetically. He traveled down his lover's chest and pulled one of the pink little peaks into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly.
"Oh…god…Harry!" Severus moaned, arching his back towards the man on top of him. "That's…sooo…oh!" Severus started muttering incoherently as Harry traveled to his other nipple, giving it the same loving attention that he had given the other nipple.
Once he was satisfied that the little nub was properly abused, he traveled downwards, his tongue trailing across the long scars on Severus' body. Harry was glad that his lover wasn't self-conscious of the scars on his body. He didn't care that the older wizard had scars, it only made Harry love him more. To him, they represented all that the potions master had sacrificed so that others might live.
"I love your body," Harry said before swirling his tongue around his lover's navel. "It's so beautiful, I just want to devour you whole." Harry started kissing his way down towards his next goal. When he reached Severus' boxers, he ran his fingers around the elastic of the green boxers. "It's going to be so hard to watch you in class, knowing exactly what is underneath your robes. Each time I see you walk by, I'm going to want to bend you over your desk and shove my cock so far up your ass and pound into you so hard and fast, you won't be able to sit for a week. Then I'm going to want to flip you over onto your back and suck your thick, hard shaft until you come, screaming my name so that the whole castle can hear your cries. Then I'll want to flip you back over and do it all over again."
"Oh, god, yes…I want that too," Severus moaned. "Please…" he pleaded, his cock straining to escape his boxers.
Harry smiled and pulled the boxers off slowly, with excruciating patience. His smile widened when he heard his lover's whimper. He pulled them off completely and sat between the long legs that were eagerly spread apart for him. He leaned down between the legs and brought his lips to the inside of one silky thigh. He ran his tongue over the pale, smooth flesh, occasionally placing little nips on the skin. He traveled over to the other thigh and repeated the process, until his lover was a nothing but a quivering mass of potions professor.
Harry decided he'd tortured his Severus enough. He spread the older wizard's cheeks apart and ran his tongue around the puckered entrance before probing inside.
Severus released a mewling sound before thrusting himself down on his young lover's tongue. He cried out when Harry started swirling his tongue around inside him. Any coherent thought he may have had abandoned him when his green-eyed beauty reached up and massaged his balls.
Harry pulled back and looked at Severus. His hands were clutching the sheets, his cock was twitching and leaking steadily, his mouth was open, gasping for breath, his eyes were shut tight, and his entire body was shivering with desire. Harry, feeling happy with himself, knowing he had caused Severus' debauched look, took the leaking shaft into his mouth and swallowed him deeply. Harry hummed loudly and that's all it took. Severus arched off the bed, screaming Harry's name as he shot his seed down his lover's throat.
Harry swallowed his lover's juices eagerly. He had yet to taste his lover in this way, and it was wonderful. He was most definitely going to have to do this often.
While Severus recovered his mind, Harry undressed himself. He lay down next to his lover and watched him for a little while. After a few moments, Severus opened his eyes and smiled. "Remind me to thank Fred Weasley later."
"Mm. I'm sure he'll appreciate that his work wasn't in vain," Harry teased, trailing his fingers through the dark hair. "I love you."
"I love you," Severus replied, closing his eyes in contentment. He pulled Harry closer to him. "Make love to me," he whispered.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked.
Severus nodded, placing his lover's hand on his already half-hard shaft. "Yes." He motioned toward the drawer of his bedside table.
Harry opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of oil. "I see you've prepared."
"I always am."
"Mm-hmm. One of the many things I love about you."
Harry pulled the cork out of the phial and poured a light amount of oil on his fingers. He trailed his fingers down the cleft of his lover's all and found the entrance he had tasted earlier.
One finger slid in the tight hole, and Severus moaned. Harry thrust his finger in and out several times before adding a second. He searched for the spot that would drive his lover insane. He knew he had found it when Severus' cock stood up at full attention. Harry brushed his fingers over the spot again and again. He added a third finger and finished preparing his lover.
"For Merlin's sake, Harry!" Severus yelled impatiently.
Harry stilled his actions and looked innocently at his professor. "What?"
Severus glared. "In me…NOW!"
The younger wizard chuckled. "All right. If you insist."
"I most bloody well…Oh...yes!" Severus yelled as he felt himself being impaled on his young student's long shaft. He wrapped his legs around the other man's waist.
Harry sheathed himself fully inside the man and stilled himself. "Merlin, Sev, you're so hot and tight. I love being inside of you."
"I'm glad…now move," the older wizard pleaded. Harry pulled out slowly and thrust back in. He set a slow pace, wanting to savor each and every thrust. He angled his shaft so that he hit Severus' pleasure spot each time he thrust inside.
Severus once again found himself a quivering mass of flesh. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it should disturb him that a sixteen-year-old had this kind of power over him, but for the moment he couldn't bring himself to care. He was having entirely too much fun.
Harry sped up his thrusts as he felt Severus nearing his climax. He grabbed his lover's cock and pumped him in time with his thrusts.
Severus was the first to go over the edge, crying out his love for Harry. Harry followed right behind, thrusting in one last time before spending himself inside his lover.
Harry collapsed on top of Severus. The two stayed there for a moment before Harry slid off and out of the potion professor. Severus reached for his wand and muttered something that cleaned them off.
Severus gathered the young Gryffindor to him and they entwined their bodies as they prepared for sleep.
"I love you, Sev."
"I love you too, Harry."