Chapter 2 - Calling in a Debt
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Chapter 2 - Love can heal everything - can’t it?
Harry opened the door soundlessly, closed it behind himself and moved to the foot end of the bed. His mate was sleeping peacefully, dressed in the nightgown he had put out for him. He was lying on his right side, his mouth lightly open in sleep. *Adorable,* he thought. *Two years, Sev. Let’s see where two years will get us.*
Barefoot and only clad in pyjama trousers, he crawled over the bed like a big feline, settling behind Severus. Of course he felt bad for drugging the man, but he had been livid. *Merlin, but you are beautiful when you are angry.*
The man was sleeping deeply and if he woke up tonight, he would remember nothing. Severus had always thought Harry to be one of his worst students only topped by Neville. It would have been wonderfully funny if Harry could have seen Severus’ face when he found out Harry had brewed one of the most volatile potions in secrecy in their dungeon. But he was not to know. Not yet at any rate. The effect of the potion was as simple as ingenious. If woken, a sleeper would not remember what had happened, only as a vague dream. The emotions would stay with them in their waking hours.
Hesitantly Harry brushed a hand over his companion’s face. In sleep he looked younger than when he was awake. The glare of his eyes and the set of his mouth made him appear more than grim and the pale green nightgown did the rest to lighten his dark looks.
His hand moved lower, almost without his doing, over his well-defined chest and further down. An almost inaudible moan made Harry snatch his hand back and he fixed his gaze on the other man’s face. The small smile almost caught him more off guard than the sound.
With renewed courage Harry ran his hand over Severus Snape until it came to rest on his hip. *You tested the damn potion on yourself. You *know* it works. Don’t be such a coward.*
Languidly Severus turned in his sleep at that time and Harry’s hand, moving with him, coming to rest where he had feared to go. Lying on his back now, Harry had a far better access to Severus’ body than before. He started to rub his hand gently against his mate’s slowly hardening cock. On some level he even hoped Severus would wake up and remember the pleasure in a dream-like way, but the thought also scared him.
They had lived together for a mere fortnight and had already gone through more quarrels than he could count on fingers and toes. How could he win the sarcastic, withdrawn man, if he didn’t even give him a chance? *That’s what you’re doing this for, you idiot. Concentrate on the task on hand and stop wool-gathering.*
He stopped his ministrations and gently undressed Severus, caressing him all the way, nibbling on every millimetre of exposed flesh. The whimpers of pleasure coming from the man on the receiving end were more than just a little encouragement. Until now, his fear had stopped him from enjoying his own arousal; truth was he had been hard with anticipation all evening. But tonight was not for himself.
Biting and licking he moved up Severus’ legs and slowly reached his hips. As Harry had always envisioned, the other man’s skin tasted of salt and under the strong scent of musk there was a tinge of thyme. He caressed the sensitive skin on the other man’s belly and dipped his tongue into his belly button. Then he stopped for a second, looking up at Severus’ face, just to fix the picture of it, flushed in pleasure for once instead of anger, into his mind. To his mild surprise those obsidian eyes were wide open, staring at him in a mixture of utter arousal and disbelief. His pupils were dilated widely, a sure sign that the potion was safely in effect.
A long-fingered hand moved up to Harry’s face, caressing him fleetingly before it buried in his untidy hair.
*Merlin.* Harry’s thoughts were spiralling out of control rapidly and lust took over, as Severus pulled Harry onto him and kissed him with a searing passion that made his knees weak. One arm wrapped around his waist and the other massaged his scalp. Hardly believing what was happening to him, he levered himself on his knees and slipped his right hand between their bodies. Searching for Severus’ hard manhood, never breaking their frantic kiss, he started to rub the silken underside. With every stroke Severus clutched him harder and they had to break their kiss for air at one point. The older man was panting heavily, his mouth slightly open and his eyes half-closed in pleasure. The whimpers had intensified to moans and unconnected words.
When Severus came in Harry’s hand the younger man was so close to coming, it was almost unbearable. But whatever had happened, Harry had sworn to himself not to use Severus for his own pleasure. So when he felt the other man’s arms around him slackening, he pulled back hesitantly. The other man’s eyes were only tiny slits and drooped even lower as Harry watched.
Even though he longed to snuggle up to Severus and go to sleep in his arms, he pulled back and cleaned the stickiness of the older man’s semen away. He then lovingly covered the sleeping Potion Master up to his shoulders and dropped the pale green nightgown onto the floor with a soft smile.
Then he left to take a quick, cold shower and to deal with his own raging arousal. Exiting that room was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.
***
The Snape-Potter apartment at Hogwarts was a big one. The house, Harry had bought in secrecy, was quite a lot bigger. As it was holidays the younger wizard had put down his foot and they had moved away from the dungeon for the summer months.
While the house was beautiful and the surrounding countryside even more so, the tension in the house could sometimes be cut with a knife. Severus Snape was angry - and rightly so, even Harry had to confess that. Of course he would never tell his ‘consort’, it would undermine what he was trying to do.
Watching Severus for years with varying intensity, Harry knew that trying to get closer to the Slytherin was a fruitless task. The only way to accomplish that would be through blackmail. So the small part of him that was positively manipulative had talked the Gryffindor in him into this madness of a plan. Harry hoped they would both come out of it alive and happy.
The Potion Master had struggled to the bitter end, but Harry had planned it with all the precision Hermione had been able to instil into his lunatic plan. Ron’s flabbergasted repetition of ‘Snape?’ had driven them to distraction until Hermione had put him to sleep with a spell, to allow them a peaceful working ambience. Harry was glad he had managed to calm down enough in order to attend the small ceremony at the end of their seventh year. At least his two best friends had managed to be there.
Harry should have been happy. He should have enjoyed himself and the fact that he had managed to marry the man he was in love with - as he had only recently discovered. But while he was smiling enigmatically on the outside, he was silently crying on the inside. What he had set out to do would take all his strength, his love and patience, as the man would fight him every step on the way. He would teach Severus Snape what it meant to be loved. And if he was lucky he would also impress the lesson of what it meant to love.
Both concepts seemed so strangely foreign to the Potion Master that Harry wondered what his family was like, to produce someone so void of any self-worth and ability to accept positive feelings towards himself. He doubted he wanted to know.
In stark contrast to the passion he had shown last night, Severus Snape was colder than ice in the morning. Well-rested but tight-lipped he sat down on the breakfast table and ate in tense silence. Every attempt at conversation was shot down by glares.
Everything was too fresh on Severus’ mind, and he probably felt the need to punish Harry for forcing him into this. So be it. *Punish me as much as you want, Sev, I won’t give up on you.*
Leaving it be for now, Harry turned to his own plate. There would be enough time to work on it once Severus had had time to cool down his ire. Finishing hastily, he got up. “I will see you for lunch, Severus.”
***
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Index
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Index
Go on to Chapter 03
Disclaimers: Neither the idea of Harry Potter nor the characters belong to me in any way. They are the sole property of JKR. I do not make any money of this story either.
Chapter 2 - Love can heal everything - can’t it?
Harry opened the door soundlessly, closed it behind himself and moved to the foot end of the bed. His mate was sleeping peacefully, dressed in the nightgown he had put out for him. He was lying on his right side, his mouth lightly open in sleep. *Adorable,* he thought. *Two years, Sev. Let’s see where two years will get us.*
Barefoot and only clad in pyjama trousers, he crawled over the bed like a big feline, settling behind Severus. Of course he felt bad for drugging the man, but he had been livid. *Merlin, but you are beautiful when you are angry.*
The man was sleeping deeply and if he woke up tonight, he would remember nothing. Severus had always thought Harry to be one of his worst students only topped by Neville. It would have been wonderfully funny if Harry could have seen Severus’ face when he found out Harry had brewed one of the most volatile potions in secrecy in their dungeon. But he was not to know. Not yet at any rate. The effect of the potion was as simple as ingenious. If woken, a sleeper would not remember what had happened, only as a vague dream. The emotions would stay with them in their waking hours.
Hesitantly Harry brushed a hand over his companion’s face. In sleep he looked younger than when he was awake. The glare of his eyes and the set of his mouth made him appear more than grim and the pale green nightgown did the rest to lighten his dark looks.
His hand moved lower, almost without his doing, over his well-defined chest and further down. An almost inaudible moan made Harry snatch his hand back and he fixed his gaze on the other man’s face. The small smile almost caught him more off guard than the sound.
With renewed courage Harry ran his hand over Severus Snape until it came to rest on his hip. *You tested the damn potion on yourself. You *know* it works. Don’t be such a coward.*
Languidly Severus turned in his sleep at that time and Harry’s hand, moving with him, coming to rest where he had feared to go. Lying on his back now, Harry had a far better access to Severus’ body than before. He started to rub his hand gently against his mate’s slowly hardening cock. On some level he even hoped Severus would wake up and remember the pleasure in a dream-like way, but the thought also scared him.
They had lived together for a mere fortnight and had already gone through more quarrels than he could count on fingers and toes. How could he win the sarcastic, withdrawn man, if he didn’t even give him a chance? *That’s what you’re doing this for, you idiot. Concentrate on the task on hand and stop wool-gathering.*
He stopped his ministrations and gently undressed Severus, caressing him all the way, nibbling on every millimetre of exposed flesh. The whimpers of pleasure coming from the man on the receiving end were more than just a little encouragement. Until now, his fear had stopped him from enjoying his own arousal; truth was he had been hard with anticipation all evening. But tonight was not for himself.
Biting and licking he moved up Severus’ legs and slowly reached his hips. As Harry had always envisioned, the other man’s skin tasted of salt and under the strong scent of musk there was a tinge of thyme. He caressed the sensitive skin on the other man’s belly and dipped his tongue into his belly button. Then he stopped for a second, looking up at Severus’ face, just to fix the picture of it, flushed in pleasure for once instead of anger, into his mind. To his mild surprise those obsidian eyes were wide open, staring at him in a mixture of utter arousal and disbelief. His pupils were dilated widely, a sure sign that the potion was safely in effect.
A long-fingered hand moved up to Harry’s face, caressing him fleetingly before it buried in his untidy hair.
*Merlin.* Harry’s thoughts were spiralling out of control rapidly and lust took over, as Severus pulled Harry onto him and kissed him with a searing passion that made his knees weak. One arm wrapped around his waist and the other massaged his scalp. Hardly believing what was happening to him, he levered himself on his knees and slipped his right hand between their bodies. Searching for Severus’ hard manhood, never breaking their frantic kiss, he started to rub the silken underside. With every stroke Severus clutched him harder and they had to break their kiss for air at one point. The older man was panting heavily, his mouth slightly open and his eyes half-closed in pleasure. The whimpers had intensified to moans and unconnected words.
When Severus came in Harry’s hand the younger man was so close to coming, it was almost unbearable. But whatever had happened, Harry had sworn to himself not to use Severus for his own pleasure. So when he felt the other man’s arms around him slackening, he pulled back hesitantly. The other man’s eyes were only tiny slits and drooped even lower as Harry watched.
Even though he longed to snuggle up to Severus and go to sleep in his arms, he pulled back and cleaned the stickiness of the older man’s semen away. He then lovingly covered the sleeping Potion Master up to his shoulders and dropped the pale green nightgown onto the floor with a soft smile.
Then he left to take a quick, cold shower and to deal with his own raging arousal. Exiting that room was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.
***
The Snape-Potter apartment at Hogwarts was a big one. The house, Harry had bought in secrecy, was quite a lot bigger. As it was holidays the younger wizard had put down his foot and they had moved away from the dungeon for the summer months.
While the house was beautiful and the surrounding countryside even more so, the tension in the house could sometimes be cut with a knife. Severus Snape was angry - and rightly so, even Harry had to confess that. Of course he would never tell his ‘consort’, it would undermine what he was trying to do.
Watching Severus for years with varying intensity, Harry knew that trying to get closer to the Slytherin was a fruitless task. The only way to accomplish that would be through blackmail. So the small part of him that was positively manipulative had talked the Gryffindor in him into this madness of a plan. Harry hoped they would both come out of it alive and happy.
The Potion Master had struggled to the bitter end, but Harry had planned it with all the precision Hermione had been able to instil into his lunatic plan. Ron’s flabbergasted repetition of ‘Snape?’ had driven them to distraction until Hermione had put him to sleep with a spell, to allow them a peaceful working ambience. Harry was glad he had managed to calm down enough in order to attend the small ceremony at the end of their seventh year. At least his two best friends had managed to be there.
Harry should have been happy. He should have enjoyed himself and the fact that he had managed to marry the man he was in love with - as he had only recently discovered. But while he was smiling enigmatically on the outside, he was silently crying on the inside. What he had set out to do would take all his strength, his love and patience, as the man would fight him every step on the way. He would teach Severus Snape what it meant to be loved. And if he was lucky he would also impress the lesson of what it meant to love.
Both concepts seemed so strangely foreign to the Potion Master that Harry wondered what his family was like, to produce someone so void of any self-worth and ability to accept positive feelings towards himself. He doubted he wanted to know.
In stark contrast to the passion he had shown last night, Severus Snape was colder than ice in the morning. Well-rested but tight-lipped he sat down on the breakfast table and ate in tense silence. Every attempt at conversation was shot down by glares.
Everything was too fresh on Severus’ mind, and he probably felt the need to punish Harry for forcing him into this. So be it. *Punish me as much as you want, Sev, I won’t give up on you.*
Leaving it be for now, Harry turned to his own plate. There would be enough time to work on it once Severus had had time to cool down his ire. Finishing hastily, he got up. “I will see you for lunch, Severus.”
***
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