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Harry met the black eyes across the room and gave a mental sigh. As much as he had been looking forward to relaxing with a nice glass of chardonnay he knew those plans were shot. He turned from the hallway leading to the Floos, making his way outside through the public entrance of St. Mungos and into muggle London. He nodded to the man holding open the back door of the sleek black sedan and slid in. He scooted over to make room for the dark eyed man and leaned his head back against the headrest. The door closed and a few minutes later they were pulling out into traffic.
The first time Harry had seen the black eyes, he had glared at their owner in indignant anger as he came to from a sharp " Enervate ." Another man with a scruffy beard moaned in agony on a nearby table, and the man Harry now knew as Severus Snape demanded Harry fix him. Harry tried to explain he was only a pediatric healer, but Snape insisted he had gone through the same training as any other healer so Harry had no choice. It was as Harry was slicing through a bloodied robe that he'd seen the familiar skull and snake tattoo. Despite being a Gryffindor, Harry had never been one for adventures and daring exploits, so it took every bit of his courage to continue working on the Death Eater.
Harry had no idea where the group got its name, only that they had been around since the mid-70s. A gang headed by the formidable mob boss Tom Riddle, code name Voldemort due to his many close brushes with death, mostly at the hands of Aurors but a few from rival gangs wishing to make their marks. Harry knew all this because his father and godfather both had done their time on the Death Eater task force during their careers as Aurors.
Harry had not wanted to be an Auror. Instead he'd wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a healer. He wanted to help people, not get involved in gang wars. Apparently he was destined to be involved with the Death Eaters either way.
Once Harry had healed the man, he recommended a few potions which is when he'd learned Snape was a potioneer. Quickly followed by a stunner. Harry found himself waking up in a dark alley with warming and disillusionment spells covering him. It wasn't until he was stripping his robes off for a hot shower back at his flat that Harry found the bag of Galleons in his pocket. He had no desire to accept the blood money but no way to return it either, so he'd tossed it in a drawer and gone to take his much needed shower.
Over the course of the next two months four more bags had joined the first, and Harry was heartily sick of stunners. He finally snapped at Snape to just bloody blindfold him and he'd be happy to let the man Apparate him wherever.
That was over a year ago. Harry had finally accepted he was apparently the reluctant, unofficial healer to the Death Eaters and had begun depositing the money into his vault. Thankfully the goblins didn't care enough about wizarding finances to audit vaults or question why an emergency room pediatric healer was suddenly making nearly twice as much. He'd purchased a flat six months ago and stocked it with potions and supplies before showing it to Snape. He'd treated several "patients" at the secure flat located in an inconspicuous muggle neighborhood and crashed in the "guest room" more than once.
By the direction the sedan was going now, Harry knew they weren't going to The Clinic- what the Death Eaters affectionately called the flat. He rubbed at his eyes and resettled his glasses, stifling a yawn.
"Apologies," Snape intoned, and Harry waved the stoic man off. He was used to this sort of thing now. Pediatric healer by day; Death Eater by night. Not that Harry would ever actually join the most notorious gang magical England had ever seen, but he was their doctor, albeit reluctantly.
They pulled up to a familiar warehouse-looking building, and Harry waited for his door to be opened. He stepped outside and into the fading sun, following Snape through a side door of the building. Even this early in the evening, loud music blasted through the building. They moved out of the hallway and into the main floor of the hottest wizarding nightclub in London. Couples were already writhing on the dance floor, while Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin from Harry's own year, sat in the DJ booth spinning records. Behind the bar, Justin Finch-Fletchley mixed drinks and passed them over to Lavender Brown who wore a tight, low-cut robe that left little to the imagination. There were others there among the employees and patrons Harry vaguely recognized, but he paid them no mind.
They headed up the stairs and into a quieter part of the club before coming to a door marked ‘Private.’ Harry had only been here a handful of times, so he was already aware of the plush office on the other side of the door- the ornate desk covered in papers, the floor to ceiling wall mirror, Floo-size fireplace, and black leather sofa and chair set. Snape pushed the door open and motioned for Harry to enter.
The familiar cold visage of Tom Riddle met him where the man stood near the fireplace, a drink in his hand. Lucius Malfoy stood beside him as usual, and Lucius's wife sat in the chair closest to Lucius, worry marring her brow. Harry noted all three wore evening robes as he made his way to the witch seated on the couch next to a dark haired wizard. Harry took in the wild black curls and dark robes spattered with blood. He let out a sigh as he knelt before the woman.
"Bella, what on earth have you done now?"
He gently pulled her hand from the bloody cloth, and she hissed as he moved the cloth from the jagged wound.
"Missed you terribly, Harry love," she simpered. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled his wand. There was a time every other occupant of the room would have fingered their own wand at his movement. It showed just how far they had come over the last year. He cast a diagnostic, and his lips tightened at the expected results.
"Sirius or Tonks?" he demanded.
Bella let out a tsk. "Tonksy could never get a hit on me, love."
Harry spent a few minutes muttering the counter curse and weaving healing magic into the witch before he sat back on his heels. "Stop teasing him, Bella. You've made your sister worried and pulled Tom from an obviously important dinner."
Bella waved her hand as she pulled her wand to fix her torn robe. "I told them it was no biggie."
Harry forced himself to his feet and narrowed his eyes at her. "It would have been if Snape had abducted any other healer last year. You're just lucky I know Sirius's counters."
"We appreciate your aide, Healer Potter," Riddle intoned. Harry turned to face the mob boss and gave a nod. Riddle was thumbing through some pound notes and held several out to Harry. "I apologize. I only have muggle money on me tonight."
Harry knew better than to refuse the payment, especially from the man himself, so pocketed the cash. "It's fine. I've been converting it the last few months anyway. Upkeep for the clinic," Harry added with a wry smile. Riddle merely nodded.
"Give Severus the account information, and we shall make appropriate deposits accordingly in the future." Harry gave a nod, but Riddle was already motioning for Lucius and Narcissa to move to the floo. Harry looked over at the touch on his arm. Snape motioned towards the desk and they moved over. Harry pulled out his wallet and thumbed through it until he found the muggle account information. Snape quickly jotted the information down and handed the card back.
"I can Apparate you to your flat," Snape offered, and Harry let out a snort.
"Why am I not surprised you know where I live?" Snape merely gave him a nod and Harry chuckled. "You've probably already worked a hole in my wards haven't you?"
Harry smirked at the man's sheepish look. He let out a sigh and moved closer to the potioneer. "Apparate away, Mr. Snape."
Snape's lip twitched, and the flip in Harry's stomach had nothing to do with the pull of Apparition.
Once he'd gotten over the anger and exasperation of his frequent abductions, Harry had begun to notice how attractive the black-eyed man was. His Romanesque nose gave him a distinguished look, and the severity of his angular jaw was softened by the slight bounce in the shoulder-length dark hair. He carried himself with confidence and more than once Harry had felt the muscles of the man's arms. No doubt from stirring potions and scrubbing cauldrons. Harry remembered his old potions professor speaking passionately about using as little magic as possible to properly brew a potion. It was one of the reasons serious potioneers were hard to find. Magicians could be quite lazy. It's no wonder Riddle had snatched Snape up almost before the man had graduated from Hogwarts.
They landed in Harry's living room. "Would you like a drink?" Harry offered, already moving to his liquor cabinet.
"That would be lovely," Snape replied, and Harry let out a mental cheer. Damn. It had been too long since his last relationship if he was willing to bring a Death Eater to his bed. Harry poured out two tumblers of whiskey and went to sit beside Snape on the couch.
Harry took a sip of his whiskey. "Mal- Er, Draco mentioned you had a breakthrough on the…" Harry wasn't quite sure how to phrase it, which pulled a deep, low chuckle from Snape.
"Our latest product. Yes. There are no side effects on this one. And all ingredients are perfectly legal," Snape teased, knowing Harry's dilemma of having his father on the Auror force. Snape took a sip of his whiskey. "Of course the authorities may not agree, since it will be nearly impossible for them to determine the makeup of the potion without an exceptional potioneer."
Harry's cock twitched at the pride and confidence in Snape's voice. Severus was the best and he knew it. Riddle offered him the chance to experiment without the restrictions of the ministry, which is most likely the reason Snape had joined the man. But Snape didn't simply create recreational potions, he had also improved or developed daily and medicinal potions that helped people. He was probably nearly as rich as Riddle with all his patents. But the man was also loyal, which is why he stayed with the Death Eaters. From their few conversations, Harry had deduced Snape hadn't had much of a family growing up, and the gang had accepted him easily. They were his family now. Which Harry could understand as they had accepted Harry as well. Once they began to trust him.
Eventually, Harry and Snape finished their drinks, and the older wizard reluctantly left. Harry went to take a shower before finally climbing into bed.
As it typically did after a run in with Death Eaters, life moved on. Harry continued in his shifts at St. Mungo’s. He joined his friends for pints after work a few days a week. Ron dragged him to the Burrow for the monthly dinner. He joined his parents at Godric's Hollow to celebrate Moony's birthday. He ignored Pansy when he saw her in Flourish and Blotts, but greeted Narcissa politely at a Mungo's fundraiser. He winced mentally when Sirius and his dad were ranting over the latest drug to hit the club scene one night at dinner.
Harry remembered Snape's prediction the potion would be outlawed so wasn't surprised when his dad mentioned just that.
"But I thought it didn't really have any side effects except turn people into idiots for a few hours?" Harry questioned nonchalantly.
"It's not regulated!" Sirius spat out, and Harry bit back a snort. Half the potions Fred and George sold weren't regulated, but no one was calling them out on it simply because they handed over the ingredient list when asked. Harry wondered if anyone had thought to actually ask Snape for his ingredient list and if the man would even hand it over. Probably, if for no other reason than to spite the Aurors.
He was at the Burrow celebrating… someone's birthdayーone of the grandkids he was sure ー when a silver panther-shaped Patronus came rushing up to him. Thankfully all the children were outside in the garden or Quidditch pitch, but that didn't stop the other adults from gaping silently at the unfamiliar form.
"Emergency at the clinic," Snape's smooth voice informed him. Harry gaped at the sleek cat, his breath catching at the magnificent form. And that it belonged to Snape. He could see it. He really could.
"Harry, what clinic?" His mom's question snapped him out of his trance and Snape's words sank in.
He jumped to his feet. "Shite. Er, sorry, Mum. Mrs. Weasley."
"What clinic, Harry?" his dad repeated the question.
"Oh. Right. Just a side project I took on," he explained. "I wanted to expand my work and there's not much room for that at Mungo’s. I'd better go."
They nodded as he summoned his cloak and wrapped it around his shoulders. He said his goodbyes and Apparated to the flat. And found himself in the middle of a blood bath.
"What the fuck!" he cried, pulling his cloak off and tossing it aside. His eyes scanned the room. Bella was tending to her husband, a deep gash on his thigh, Rosier was bent over a bucket vomiting a purple sludge, and Theo Nott was muttering a charm over Draco Malfoy who was passed out on the couch. Every one of them were covered in wounds and blood. Assessing the room, Harry made to move towards Rosier but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"In here," Snape demanded when Harry turned. Harry glanced back at the others. "They will see to each other. Come," Snape ordered and this time Harry followed.
He was led into the room that had been set aside for patients and nearly gagged at the smell of rotting flesh.
Riddle was on the blood covered sheets, pale and lifeless-looking. In fact, Harry would have called it if he hadn't seen the slow rise and fall of the man's chest. Lucius Malfoy stood over Riddle waving his wand in a swaying motion and chanting softly. His blond hair was pink with blood, sweat poured from his brow, and his wand shook in his hand. It was the first indication Harry had that Lucius might see Riddle as more than just his boss.
Harry took a step into the room and cast an air freshening charm, allowing him to breath. He waved his wand over Riddle. "What happened?"
"We were ambushed," Snape intoned lowly. Harry gave a small jerk. He hadn't known- "Not Aurors. Russians. We've been keeping an eye on them. We knew they were trying to work their way into England, establish a new base. They confronted us at the docks." Harry didn't dare ask what Riddle's top men, not to mention the man himself, were doing at the docks. "There weren't that many, but they were fast and cast in Russian. As you know, foreign spells are hard to counter. Riddle was hit first and hard, the rest of us covered him and Lucius until we could get out or overpower them. Draco finally knocked them out but it drained him."
"Magical exhaustion," Harry said, and Snape confirmed with a nod.
"Theo is channeling latent magic into Draco, although there isn't much around here. Once Draco is well enough they will return to headquarters, but I only had one portkey here."
"And Mr. Riddle?"
"Some sort of flesh eating curse. Lucius has been chanting the epidermis charm but all it does is feed the curse. He can't keep it up for much longer."
"Repertoire of usual counters?"
He saw Snape nod his head out of the corner of his eye. "Lucius and myself cast them."
Harry nodded and moved forward. He ran his wand down the length of Riddle's body. "Close the door. I need to remove his clothing to see how far the curse has spread."
Snape didn't hesitate to obey though Lucius didn't even waver in his own attention to Riddle. Harry began to cast a litany of spells, first in English then the typical Latin followed finally by the small bit of Russian he knew. But he had known they wouldn't work. Had known by the sickly green of his diagnostic spell, but he had hoped. Harry let out a defeated sigh that finally grabbed Lucius's attention.
"No!" he spat at Harry. "You will not give up. You will fix Tom or I swear by Merlin and Morgana I will come after your entire family."
"Lucius," Snape said calmly, though there was a severity in his voice. Lucius took a wavering breath.
"Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Please tell me you can heal him."
Harry took a steadying breath. "I can." Lucius gave a small whimper. "I can, but I need a promise, a vow, that what I reveal will not go beyond the people in this room." Snape's eyes darted to Riddle though Harry gave no indication he'd seen. He had, after all, been dealing with Slytherins for many years. And he knew Riddle would demand answers. Better Snape or Lucius reveal the "terrible family secret" than Harry.
"Yes. Yes, whatever," Lucius cried, and Snape gave a single nod.
Harry licked his lips nervously. "You have to stop casting. I can't have your magic interfering," Harry explained quickly at Lucius's narrowed look. Lucius gave a nod and stepped back, Snape quickly moving to stand beside his friend. The smell of rotting flesh once again filled Harry's nostrils as he closed his eyes to concentrate. A small smile pulled at his lips as he thought about the garden snake that had taken over his mother's flowerbed last spring. Letting his body relax, Harry moved his wand in a slithering motion over Riddle's body and began to chant a cleansing spell. To him the words sounded Latin with a touch of sibilance beneath the vowels. He knew from the twin gasps from the other wizards they were hearing the sounds of Parseltongue.
It had been generations since the trait had manifested itself in the Potter line. Sirius often teased it must have come from James's grandmother since she was a Black and they were too inbred to carry on the trait therefore passing it on to "cleaner" blood. Either way, it wasn't spoken of outside the immediate family, especially since Harry was a Gryffindor. In fact, they had been in fifth year before Harry had ever told Ron or Hermione.
Harry continued the soft chant for nearly an hour. He could feel his magic wavering, but he could also see the curse dissipating. As Harry spoke the last syllable, he noted Riddle's skin was now a raw pink like after a bad sunburn. Harry allowed his hand to drop at his side and looked up at the two awestruck wizards. He gave his mind a moment to switch back to English before he spoke.
"Do not use the epidermis charm. The skin needs to heal on its own," he instructed. "Burn balm to ease the regrowth, and he'll probably need a pain potion when he wakes. Sleep is healing. Do not move him. I will check on him tomorrow morning." Harry felt his own strength wavering and turned to go.
"Harry!" He jerked at the strong grip on his arm and looked up into concerned black eyes. "Where are you going?"
Harry waved his hand out toward the living room. "The others."
"Were hit with basic spells they can counter themselves. You need rest."
Harry nodded. "Yes. Home." He made to move forward but stumbled. Snape's grip tightened on his arm and pulled Harry against him. Harry leaned into the strong body.
"You have a two room flat for a reason, Harry. Take the guest room." Harry didn't even protest as Snape led him across the hall and settled him on the bed. He vaguely realized Snape was taking Harry's boots off and covering him with a duvet.
"Tha'ns, Sev," Harry slurred as the glasses were slipped from his face. "Ni'."
"Good night, Harry," Snape replied softly.
Harry woke to the smell of bacon, scones, and, most importantly, tea. He inhaled deeply before he even opened his eyes, and a soft chuckle came to his ears. Harry's eyes snapped open, and he turned to see Snape standing in the doorway, a tray of food floating in front of him. Harry blinked, trying to remember why he was at the clinic. Then he remembered the Russians and Riddle as well as the others. Sensing his memory coming back, Snape moved forward and directed the tray to the bedside table.
"Theo and Draco returned to headquarters last night. Draco is fully recovered, as are Bella and Rab." Ah. So it hadn't been her husband she'd been attending but his twin. "Evan is experiencing a tender stomach, but I have given him a stomach soother and suggested a liquid diet for the day." Harry nodded in both approval and thanks as he pushed himself up in bed and slipped his glasses.
"And your boss?"
"Still resting. As is Lucius. Finally! So I suggest you partake of this delicious meal I labored over before you go wake either of them."
Harry smiled at the man as he moved the tray to his lap. "You cook? How delightful." Harry watched as a light pink spread over the man's cheeks. "You've been busy this morning," Harry said as he picked up his fork. He was hoping Snape would take it as an invitation to stay. As if reading his mind, Snape summoned a chair and settled in it.
"I am a potions master, Healer Potter. Of course I can cook."
It was Harry's turn to blush. "You called me 'Harry' last night. I don't mind you using it."
Snape gave a nod. "Then, in that case, you may continue to call me 'Severus'."
Harry furrowed his brows trying to remember when he had called the man by his given name. He'd always tried to maintain a professional air with the man. Snape smirked.
"You used it last night when you were half asleep."
"Sorry," Harry mumbled as his cheeks burned.
"Don't be," Snape said softly. "I like it."
Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. He turned his attention back to his food and blushed even harder when Snape took a scone from his plate. They ate in silence for several minutes before Snape spoke again. "You're a Parselmouth."
"Er, yeah. My great great grandfather was from the Peverell line. He had the cur- sorry, gift."
"Curse?" Snape said in a teasing voice.
"My dad and godfathers were Gryffindors."
Snape chuckled, and Harry decided he really liked that sound. "How could I forget? I suppose they weren't too happy to learn about your ability."
"Actually, they were pretty good about it. Though I suppose I have my mother to thank for that."
"Possibly," Snape said. "She was always promoting interhouse unity."
Harry nodded and took a sip of his tea. Merlin that tasted good. "I forget you knew them. That you all went to school together. And Mr. Riddle is- What? 10 years older than all of you?"
"Fifteen," Snape supplied. "His uncle was already attempting to run a small operation when Tom graduated. He simply took over and did a better job."
Harry snorted. "I heard he was the one responsible for getting his uncle arrested."
Snape's lips twitched. "Despite popular opinion, Tom only just barely walks the line of legality. He will use the system to his advantage when possible."
"So he did turn his uncle in?"
"I did not say that," Snape replied with a small smile on his lips. "Finish your breakfast. I must return to headquarters in Tom and Lucius's absences."
Harry nodded in reluctant understanding.
Snape stood and looked down at Harry for several long seconds as if debating on saying something before finally turning and leaving the room. Harry finished his breakfast before casting a cleaning charm over himself and taking the tray to the kitchen. Snape had already cleaned up from cooking, so Harry only had his own dishes to watch.
He made his way down to the other room and knocked when he heard muffled voices. Harry opened the door at Riddle's firm "enter" to see Riddle sitting up in bed and Lucius in a chair beside him. Both men had trays of the same meal Snape had served Harry.
"How are you doing, sir?" Harry asked as he moved into the room.
"I do not seem to be experiencing any lingering effects."
Harry smiled at the sibilant undertones of Riddle's words, but he replied in English. "I am glad to hear that. I also see Lucius informed you of how I had to heal you."
"So you do speak the tongue," Riddle said as Harry cast a diagnostic spell.
"I am a direct descendant of a Peverell, Mr. Riddle. It's been several generations, but, yes, I have the ability."
"Interesting," Riddle murmured. Louder he added; " You will have to indulge me sometime, Healer Potter. I rarely get to have a conversation except with my familiar."
"Perhaps," Harry answered. Though it might actually be interesting to chat with someone who wasn't more concerned with finding rats and warmer rocks than rather The Prophet's latest article was utter shite. "Snape left you a pain potion?"
"I have already taken it," Riddle answered.
Harry nodded. "Good. I'm sure you would like it, but do not shower or bathe today. Another application of the burn salve before this evening and then you may shower in the morning. I would prefer you to remain here until tomorrow morning, another day of rest will be good for you. However," Harry added when he saw Riddle's mouth open to complain, "if you must return to headquarters, do take it easy for the next few days. I suggest putting off retaliation against the Russians for a few days."
Riddle narrowed his eyes but only gave a nod. Harry returned the nod and reminded them to send Snape if anything came up. Harry Apparated home and stripped before stepping into the warm shower.
It took some quick thinking, but Harry was finally able to satisfy everyone's curiosity regarding "the clinic." He simply explained it was a new but exclusive clinic that catered to special clients. He was able to get out of elaborating simply by stating Healer/patient confidentiality which, thankfully, was enough to deter all but the most basic questions.
And so life moved on… somewhat. There were small changes that Harry noticed. He could no longer eat a scone without wanting to smile, and he practiced his Parseltongue more often, even going so far as to purchase a pet snake. He even found himself paying more attention to his father's rants about the Death Eaters.
He questioned his father about it one evening. From what Ron had said, crime was actually down except for petty things which were usually trouble-making teens. And there was nothing illegal about operating an export business or a club. In the end his father had simply stated it was the principle of the matter: the Death Eaters were a gang and that's all that mattered. Harry was left wholly unsatisfied by the answer. Which is why he did what he did. Or partly why.
"Oh, Harry!"
Harry turned at his mum's voice, not expecting to see her in Diagon Alley. "Mum. What are you doing here?"
"I was on my way to see your dad actually. But perhaps you can save me the trouble."
Harry smirked at his mother. "I never knew it was such a hardship for you to see my father. Trouble in paradise?"
Lily Potter rolled her eyes and slapped her son's arm. "Hush, you. No. I was on my way to tell him Marlene's daughter went into labor so I'm going over to Jenna Bones's after all. I will see him there at six. Can you pass the message on? I really should get home and start on a pudding."
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Course. No problem. I was going to meet Ron and Seamus for a pint anyway."
Lily smiled brightly at him and pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek. "You're wonderful, love. Give your dad and Sirius my love."
She hurried off, and Harry continued on his way to the ministry. He chatted amicably to Phil at the wand check and greeted Percy Weasley who was berating some underclerk for not filing his paperwork in triplicate. He didn't see Ron or Seamus at their desks, so he went to find his dad. A senior Auror pointed him in the direction of a conference room and assured Harry it was okay to go in. He found the room easily enough and knocked on the halfway open door before stepping in.
A map with colored dots was stuck to one wall and files and papers were spread over the conference table at which his dad, Sirius, and Moody were still sitting. Well his dad and Moody were sitting; Sirius was half-sitting, half-leaning on the table.
"Hey, kiddo!" Sirius cried, pushing from the table and going to give Harry a hug.
Moody let out a grunt. "Not much of a kiddo."
Harry gave the man a nod of thanks.
"Harry. I didn't expect to see you," his dad said.
"I ran into mum in the Alley. She asked me to let you know Marlene's daughter has gone into labor so she expects to see you at Jenna's at six."
James Potter let out a groan. "Damn. Siri and I had plans to sneak Peter away from all that. Guess we'll all have to suffer."
"I doubt Uncle Peter sees having to spend the evening with his fiancée and best friends as suffering."
"But there'll be wedding talk," his father whined.
Harry chuckled. "You're the one that insisted on setting him up with Jenna after the divorce. Now you're dealing with the consequences. Besides, it'll only be through dinner. Then you can drag him off and tell him about your next," Harry waved his hand over the files spread out over the table, "daring do. Or whatever. Hey, isn't that Knockturn?" Harry asked, spotting a map of the notorious street.
"Yup," Moody said with a grumble. "Anderson is pretty sure he knows where one of Riddle's labs is. We've got a team going in tonight. Had to offer Bilsby a little incentive to let us set up in his shop."
Sirius snorted at Moody's choice of words, but Harry barely heard it as the blood pounded in his head. How many times had he heard Severus complain about the noise and crowd coming from Bilsby's arcade? The arcade on Diagon Alley that butted Severus's main lab. Harry felt sick to his stomach but tried his best to hide it.
"Well, I hope no one gets hurt," he said truthfully. "And don't be late to Jenna's, dad. I'll see you all this weekend." Harry barely registered their goodbyes before he left the conference room. He nearly forgot about drinks with the guys, but Seamus spotted him a few steps from the Auror office and asked if Harry was there to pick them up. Harry smiled politely and asked Seamus to tell Ron something came up at the private clinic so he didn't know if he'd be able to make it. Seamus assured him it was no problem, and Harry rushed out of the ministry.
Not knowing where else to go, Harry Apparated to the club. He'd never been there without an escort, but he knew enough of the club's employees that he wasn't worried. Thankfully, though, Blaise was setting up behind the bar. Harry rushed over to him.
"Blaise." Deep brown eyes looked up and widened in concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked as his eyes darted around, no doubt looking for Severus.
"I need to see Severus. Or Riddle. It's urgent."
Blaise swallowed thickly but nodded. "Yeah. Alright," he said as he moved down and around the counter. "Come on."
Harry followed Blaise to the stairs and up to the first floor before they stopped at the familiar door. Blaise gave a firm knock and opened the door at the command.
"Mr. Malfoy, Healer Potter is here to see the boss or Mr. Snape."
Malfoy mumbled something and Blaise stepped back, indicating Harry should go in. Blaise closed the door once Harry was inside and facing Lucius Malfoy sitting behind the desk.
"Tom is out of town on business, Healer Potter. What can I do for you?"
"Please," Harry begged. "I need to speak to Severus. It's urgent. The Aurors-"
Lucius jumped to his feet at Harry's words. "What? What have you told them?" Lucius demanded. Harry shook his head vigorously.
"Nothing. I would never betray Severus."
Lucius's grey eyes narrowed at Harry for a moment before he strode over to the fireplace. A moment later there was a flash of green and Lucius pushed his head into the flames. Time dragged on as Harry wrung his hands, hoping he could get to Severus in time. Harry couldn't contain himself when Severus stepped through the flames and he ran over, throwing his arms around the taller man's neck.
"Oh, thank Merlin you're okay." Harry shuddered at the feel of strong, warm hands clasping his waist.
"Of course I'm okay, sweetheart. Why wouldn't I be?"
Harry was too frantic to realize the pet name Severus had used. He leaned back to look up into dark eyes. "The Aurors are going to use Bilsby's to raid the lab."
"What!?" Lucius bellowed.
"Are you sure, Harry?" Severus asked calmly.
Harry nodded. "I went to see my dad at the ministry. They had maps of Knockturn spread out."
"It could be a set up," Lucius said.
Harry turned to the other wizard and shook his head. "Moody told me himself. I wasn't even expected at the ministry today. My mum was supposed to have drinks with some of her friends but Marlene's daughter went into labor. I was only passing the message along."
"Shite. We need to get everything and everyone out," Lucius said, once more moving to the fireplace.
Severus made to pull away, but Harry grabbed his sleeve. "Severus, please. I need to know you're okay. I need-"
Harry's words were cut off by the press of warm lips to his. He gasped at the tender touch and widened his lips when he felt Severus's tongue teasing his lips. Harry moaned and pressed against the hard body as he let Severus assault his mouth. Harry let out a small whimper as Severus ended the kiss and pulled back.
"Go meet your friends for drinks, Harry. Have three, spend a couple hours catching up, then go home. I will come to you."
Harry nodded and watched Severus move to the fireplace. Harry debated on going home, but decided letting his friends distract him was the better option.
In the end he was glad he'd gone. Ron and Seamus had distracted him for nearly two and a half hours, and Harry was able to keep up the facade for another half hour before he was too distracted to keep up with the conversation. He pleaded exhaustion and headed home, ready to anxiously await Severus for however long it took.
Harry Apparated into his living room and checked to make sure the Floo connection was open. He lit a lamp to provide light should Severus come in that way and headed down the hall to his room. The bedroom lights came on with a flick of his wand which he dropped on the bedside table. Next to go were his boots, which he kicked across the room. Harry scrubbed a hand over his face and wondered if he should shave. He dismissed the thought and began unbuttoning his robes. He tossed the robe into the laundry hamper, leaving him in a white vest and his favorite blue boxers.
A low whistle echoed through the room and Harry jerked his head to see Severus standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his naked waist and wet hair dripping over his shoulders. Pink lips turned up into a smile. "Not the best strip tease I've seen, but definitely my favorite so far."
Severus's words pulled Harry from his shock and he raced across the room to wrap his arms around Severus's neck. He inhaled the scent of his own soap which had never smelled so good on him.
"You're here. You're safe."
"It seems I am. Thanks to you, Harry." Harry looked up into dark eyes. "I hope you don't mind, but it was dirty work. I used your shower."
Harry nodded. "That's fine. Did everyone get out?"
Severus nodded. "We left Theodore to watch over. He reported not even a half hour ago the Aurors showed up to the long-abandoned shop." Severus's hand slid over Harry's hip. "Why did you do it, Harry? Please. Please don't try to be Riddle's informant. He's got plenty and I… I don't want you to get involved like that. What we're asking of you is already too much."
Harry shook his head. "No. No, it's not. And I don't want to be an informant. In fact, tell Riddle if he pays me for this I'm done."
Severus's warm hand pressed against Harry's back. "Then, why?"
Harry lowered his eyes to Severus's pale skin, his nipples still a deep pink after the hot shower. "You," Harry mumbled. He raised his head to meet Severus's eyes. "All the emergencies this year, all the people I've had to patch up, not a single one was you. And I… I don't think I could handle it if it was, Severus. Moody is vicious. He taught my dad and Sirius. I don't want you on the wrong end of his wand. I couldn't-" Harry's words broke off on a sob, and Severus pulled him closer.
"Hush. Shh. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm okay."
Harry inhaled deeply again and took in Severus's scent. He smelled so good. Harry parted his lips against the warm skin and slid his tongue out to taste Severus. Severus let out a ragged breath and his hand clenched against Harry's back. Harry gently sucked on the wet spot.
"Harry," Severus's voice was guttural, and Harry wanted more. Harry pressed fully against Severus's body, wanting the man to feel his growing arousal. Harry's head was jerked back by a firm grip on his hair, and Severus let out a low growl before taking Harry's mouth in a plundering kiss. Harry gripped at the man's shoulders trying to stay on his feet. Severus's free hand slid down Harry's back to grab his arse and push Harry tight against his own arousal. Harry moaned and frotted against the man. Harry pulled back to gasp for air, and his breath caught at the look of pure need in the black eyes. He didn't think the words needed to be said, but he said them anyway.
"Stay."
Severus's answer was to plant another soul-sucking kiss to Harry's lips. Somehow they made it to the bed, and Harry pulled Severus on top of him as he leaned back. Harry yanked on the towel and tossed it aside to marvel at the sight of Severus's naked body. He reverently ran his fingers over the pale, muscled torso pausing to tease the deep pink nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Severus let out a ragged breath, and Harry let his fingers move down to the trail of dark curls. He followed the path to the thatch of hair and let his fingers slide up the long, pink cock. The wizard was cut, and Harry licked his lips at the thought of taking the man in his mouth and sucking on the purpling head. Harry ran the tip of his finger over the clear droplet waiting on the tip. Severus let out a moan and crashed his lips to Harry's. Harry moaned and wrapped his fingers around the hot flesh.
"Harry," Severus gasped, pulling back and moving to kiss and nip at Harry's neck. He ran a hand down Harry's stomach and up under Harry's shirt. Harry moaned and arched into the fingers that teased his own nipple. Harry spread his legs and slid one around Severus's waist, eager to feel the man inside him. Severus pushed Harry's shirt up, and he released Severus's prick long enough for the man to pull the shirt off and toss it to the floor. Harry grabbed at the man's hips and moaned as Severus's mouth moved over Harry's torso, burning a path over Harry's chest. His skin was scorched where Severus's lips and tongue touched him.
He barely registered Severus removing Harry's pants until a gentle touch on his prick had Harry crying out in pleasure. "Please. Please," Harry murmured as Severus pressed warm kisses over Harry's belly. Harry let out a ragged "fuck" when his cock was pulled into a hot mouth.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned as Severus's slick finger teased at his hole. Harry bent his knees and spread himself open for Severus. Severus hummed in appreciation sending vibrations through Harry's cock. "Fuck, yes," Harry moaned when the first finger breached him. He felt as if he'd finally sucked in a breath of fresh air after holding his breath for years. Nothing had ever felt more right than Severus working him open, spreading him.
Severus moved off Harry's cock as he pushed a second finger deep inside Harry. Harry accepted the rushed kiss as he wrapped a leg around Severus's waist and dragged it as far up the man's back as he could. Severus's fingers moved deep inside Harry, and he cried out when they found Harry's prostate. Harry let the man tease him for a bit longer before he begged Severus to just take him.
Severus pulled back and Harry watched as the wizard cast the spell to cover his cock with a magical condom. Harry appreciated the gesture and would have to tell the man as much later. Harry pulled his knees up and offered himself to Severus. Severus's eyes went wide at the gesture and he covered Harry's hands where they held his legs.
"You look utterly amazing like this, Harry. I can't tell you how often I've dreamed of seeing you like this. Merlin, I think I'm in love with you."
Harry's breath rushed from him, both from the words and the press of Severus's cock against his entrance. Harry pushed back, easing the man's entrance and let out a moan as Severus filled him. "Fuck," Severus moaned as his balls brushed against Harry's arse. He leaned down just enough for Harry to reach up and clasp his fingers in the soft curls. He pulled Severus down, and it was his turn to attack the man's mouth. He forced his tongue into the hot cavern and sucked gently on Severus's probing tongue. Harry pulled back from the messy kiss with a gasp.
"I think I love you, too."
Severus moaned and thrust into Harry. Harry cried out and arched up into Severus's slow movements. The man tortured Harry with a slow but steady push and pull occasionally sliding his cock over Harry's prostate.
"Fuck, Severus. Please. Pound me," Harry begged as he arched up. He grabbed onto Severus's biceps and wrapped his legs around the man's waist.
Severus let out a soft grunt and increased his thrusting. Harry moaned in approval, loving the feeling of having Severus so deep inside him. All coherent thought soon left his mind as Severus did indeed pound Harry into the mattress, his cock hitting Harry's prostate over and over until Harry was ready to burst.
"Merlin. Please," Harry moaned.
"Yes," Severus gasped out. "Touch yourself. Let me see you come."
Harry moaned as he wrapped a hand around his leaking cock and jerked himself in rhythm to Severus's thrusts. It only took a few tugs before he was screaming out his orgasm, ropes of come spilling over his stomach. Severus cried out and pushed into Harry. Harry moaned in approval as he felt Severus's cock pulsing inside him.
It took Harry several minutes to catch his breath, and Severus was already moving off him. Harry watched blearily as Severus cleaned them off then summoned Harry's duvet from the foot of the bed. Harry curled up next to the man as the duvet settled over them.
"Brilliant," Harry murmured as Severus wrapped an arm around Harry.
"Exceedingly," Severus agreed as he pressed a kiss to Harry's wild hair.
The only thing better than waking up next to Severus the following morning was coming home to the man that evening. And the next. And the next. Eventually Harry found odds and ends of Severus's laying around the house, and he couldn't help but smile every time. A toothbrush appeared next to Harry's one morning. Another evening Harry discovered a second brand of shampoo in his shower. He learned Severus had a sweet tooth by the addition of biscuits to his pantry, and more often than not there were now leftovers in his cold box.
Harry's normal routine didn't change as far as time with his friends and family, but he almost always came home to Severus. If Severus wasn't there waiting for him there was always a note or the silver panther waiting to deliver a message. Severus still came to fetch him to the clinic on occasion but apparently their relationship was no secret, if Bella's teasing was any indication. Harry thrust a potion bottle in her hand and told her to put her mouth to better use. Rudolphis merely laughed. Harry knew his friends knew something was going on, but they had long learned he would talk to them when he was ready. So too did his mother mention how much happier he seemed lately. Harry blushed and made some noncommittal comment. He didn't think he was quite ready for his two worlds to meet just yet. But, of course, it wasn't up to him. Fate had other plans.
Harry closed the file and smiled at the young girl on the bed. "Alright, Miss Elizabeth, what lesson did we learn today?"
The child blushed and lowered her eyes. "We only take the potions mummy or daddy tell us we can take."
Harry smiled brightly. "Very good." He turned to smile warmly at the anxious witch standing by the hospital bed. "The potion should work its way out of her system by tomorrow. I suggest milk and carb heavy foods to help absorb the excess newt tears, but there shouldn't be any side effects. If the fever comes back or she develops a rash, bring her back in immediately." The witch nodded. "I'll let Julia here process you out then."
He handed the file to the medinurse and left her with the patient.
He wondered if he had time to stop by the tea shop before seeing the next patient. He headed to the nurse's station to check on any pediatric cases but was stopped by a familiar voice. Harry turned the corner, not surprised to see Draco Malfoy standing in the hallway. His arms were crossed and a defiant look covered his face as he glared at the nurse.
"I don't want another healer. I want Healer Potter. Now go find him!"
The nurse raised her hands in a placating manner. "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but Healer Potter is a pediatric hea-"
"I don't care what his specialty is," Draco snapped. "He is a healer and I demand-"
Harry hurried over to Draco and the nurse. "It's fine, Nancy. I'll take care of Mr. Malfoy." The witch gave a nod of appreciation and quickly left the blond to Harry. Harry grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him off to the side for privacy. "Draco, you can't just waltz in here and demand me. Is everyone okay? Severus?"
"Is fine," Draco cut him off. "It's Father."
"Is he at the clinic?"
Draco shook his head. "No. They're in a room." Draco indicated the doors down the hall. "Father said it wasn't business related so insisted on coming here like a normal person." The way Draco said "normal" made it sound almost like a curse.
Harry let out a sigh, knowing he would have to see Lucius to avoid another scene.
"Which room?" he said exasperatedly.
Draco smiled smugly and pulled Harry to one of the doors. Harry tapped the small box outside the door with his wand to indicate a Healer had taken the case and took the file that appeared there. He read through the vitals as he and Draco moved into the room. Draco closed the door behind him, and Harry summoned a stool. He looked up as he sat down, and his eyes went wide at the sight of Riddle standing beside where Lucius sat on the bed.
"Mr. Riddle. Sorry. I didn't expect to see you. Er," he glanced over at Lucius. "Are you okay with your son and boss being here during the exam?"
Lucius lifted his head in a proud manner, and Harry almost expected to hear a sniff of disdain. "Tom is not here in the capacity of boss."
Harry gave a nod. "Okay. Your vitals seem to be good. Temps a bit high and you do appear a bit flushed. Have you been exposed to any curses, hexes, or spells since my last treatment?"
"No."
Harry nodded. "Good. So, what brings you in today?"
Lucius's face pinkened slightly. "I have been experiencing rather horrid cramping in the abdominal region which are unaccompanied by any distasteful side effects." Harry bit back a smile and added "cramping; no nausea or diarrhea" to the file.
"Any swelling? Tenderness?"
"Both in my chest area," Lucius replied, and Harry's hand hesitated over the "no" box. He glanced over at Draco then Riddle, and finally at Lucius.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm going to have to insist on a privacy spell for my next question."
"What?" Draco cried, but Lucius put a hand up and nodded at Harry.
Harry silently cast the spell before licking his lips nervously. "Mr. Malfoy, with all due respect to you and your marriage, but I have to know; are you perhaps engaged in a sexual relationship with another man?"
Lucius blinked owlishly at Harry for several long seconds before he burst into laughter. Harry eyed the man warily. Had the question been so ludicrous? Lucius's laughter finally died down, and he met Harry's gaze. "You mean you honestly do not know?"
"Mr. Malfoy, if I knew I would not be asking."
Lucius gaped at him. "Severus never mentioned-"
"Severus and I are not in the habit of speculating on our colleagues' sex lives."
Lucius shook his head. "I apologize, Healer Potter. I assumed you, like every other Death Eater, knew Tom and I were involved."
Harry's head jerked to look at the man who was watching them in disapproval. His stern gaze fixed on Harry, and Harry looked away, his gaze landing on Draco then quickly back to Lucius
"Draco knows," Lucius confirmed Harry's thoughts. "Narcissa and I were betrothed at a young age. It is all very complicated, but in answer to your question; yes, I am involved with another man."
Harry nodded and broke the spell around them. "Apologies, Mr. Riddle. I was unaware of your relationship with Mr. Malfoy." This brought a surprised look from the normally stoic face. "If you will allow me?" He raised his wand and Lucius gave a small nod. Harry wordlessly cast the spell and wasn't surprised when the aura surrounding Lucius turned purple. "Well, I am not sure if this is expected or even desired, but I can assure you nothing is wrong. You are simply pregnant, Mr. Malfoy."
"What?" Draco cried. "You were supposed to be using bloody protection. You promised mother no children until the divorce was final."
"Draco!" Lucius snapped causing Draco to stop talking.
Harry turned back to the older wizards. "You are approximately five weeks along. The cramping you are experiencing is the uterine sac growing to accommodate the fetus. You will need to decide within the next two weeks if you plan to keep the baby." Harry hated this part of the speech, but he was obligated to give it. "After that point, the possibilities of complications increase progressively for the carrier, especially if the carrier is male. If you decide to keep the baby, I can provide you with a list of obste-"
"You studied obstetrics, did you not?" Riddle intoned.
"A bit. But I'm not a fully qualified obstetrician."
"You will do," Riddle said.
Harry turned to Lucius. "Mr. Malfoy, it really depends on what you are most comfortable with. It has been years since I delivered a baby."
"I trust you, Healer Potter."
Harry let out a sigh. It looked like he would be brushing up on his obstetrics. "Alright then. I will return in a moment with some information"
Harry stood and left the three wizards in the room. He stepped over to the nurse's station and pulled out the packet for expectant wizards and headed back to the room. Riddle had moved to sit next to Lucius, his hand on the man's thigh. Draco had, apparently, decided to make himself scarce as he was no longer in the room.
"Okay. This is a standard pregnancy packet. It has a list of certified obstetricians and midwives if you change your mind. There's also a list of potions to avoid and," Harry pulled out his wand and used it to circle several potions on the list; he handed it to Riddle. "Have Severus brew those. The sooner Lucius starts on them the better. There's some other information in here you might find useful as well as little gift cards and registry certificates for baby stores. St. Mungo’s also offers paternity classes you might consider attending. Male birthing is different than female birthing. I'll want to see you again in three weeks. By then we should be able to tell the sex if you want to know. In the meantime, no recreational potions, limit your alcohol intake, and Floo me if you have any questions or anything feels off."
Lucius nodded as he took the file from Harry. "Can we schedule it at the clinic?"
"Of course," Harry replied as he motioned towards the door, and the trio moved that direction. "Severus knows how to get in touch with me if you need anything. We'll go ahead and schedule to meet at the clinic on the ninth at six." Harry tapped the paper in Riddle's hand and the date and time appeared at the top. Harry made a mental note to add it to his planner.
Riddle stuck his hand out and Harry gave it a shake. "Thank you for seeing Luke, Healer Potter. I know it's not in your purview but we appreciate it."
Harry smiled at the man. "Well, it's not like I don't know Lucius's medical history better than anyone else these days." Riddle gave a soft snort, and Harry turned to Lucius. "Take care, Mr. Malfoy, and I'll see you in a few weeks. No sooner," Harry added with a stern look at the blond.
They said their goodbyes, and Harry went to check in at the nurse's station for his next case.
Harry wasn't surprised to see the silver panther waiting patiently in the flat when he arrived home. Severus's voice informed him would be home later as he had some additional brewing to do. Harry chuckled and gave the silver head a pat before it dissipated. He moved into the kitchen to fix something for dinner. He had just put a casserole in the oven when his Floo went off. He flicked his wand at the timer and went to see who was here as Severus would have Apparated in. His eyes went wide with surprise when he spotted his father still in his Auror robes.
"Dad. Is everything okay?"
His father smiled at him as he moved into the living room. "Of course. Can't a man visit his son?" Harry gave the man a disbelieving look, and James shrugged sheepishly. "Fine. Campbell said he saw you talking with Riddle and Malfoy this afternoon."
Harry furrowed his brows in confusion. "I was at work. It's Healer-patient-"
"You're a pediatrician," his father cut him off.
Harry moved forward to rest his hip on the edge of the couch.
"I see other patients."
"Well, you shouldn't be seeing them," his father said angrily. "I'm on the Death Eater task force. It's a conflict of interest."
Harry scrunched his face up. "No, it's not. I can guarantee that today's appointment had nothing to do with any supposed Death Eater activity."
"How can you be sure? If you know something-"
Harry held a hand up to stop his dad's words. "You know I can't talk about it."
James's nostrils flared in irritation, a look Harry was familiar with from his teen years. "You are obligated to report anything illegal-"
"I'm obligated to keep my patients' confidentiality," Harry snapped, not liking where his father was going.
James gripped his wand tightly, another habit Harry was used to seeing. "They are criminals!" his father shouted.
"Supposedly," Harry said through clenched teeth. "There are no warrants out for them, therefore I am perfectly within my rights to treat them. Today and in the future."
"NO!" James snapped, causing Harry to flinch and his anger to rise. "You will not treat any of those filthy Death Eaters. I forbid it!"
Harry gave his father an incredulous look. "Forbi- What am I? Fifteen?" Harry shook his head. "You have no say in who I associate with, professionally or personally." Harry jabbed a finger at his chest. "I say who my friends are and who I date."
James flinched back and furrowed his brows. "Date? What does that-"
"I've been dating Severus Snape for the last four months," Harry stated, deciding to get it all out.
"He's a Death Eater!" his father spat out as if that were possibly the worst trait the man could possess. And it probably was in James Potter's eyes.
"He's a brilliant potioneer," Harry replied calmly. "Hell, half the recipes we use at Mungo's are his patented improvements. He's world renowned, and besides that, he makes me happy. I love him."
"No," James shook his head. "I forbid it."
Harry inhaled sharply. "Get out," he said in a low but dangerous voice that had his father pausing.
"What?" James asked softly.
"Get. Out. Leave. And don't come back until you can respect my opinions and choices."
"I am your father," James said firmly. "You can't kick me out."
"It's my bloody flat!" Harry yelled, unable to keep his temper in check any longer. "And I'll damn well kick you out if I want! I won't ask again: leave."
James jabbed his wand at Harry. "Wait until I tell your mother-"
Harry'd had enough. With a wave of his hand he Apparated his father to the man's home. He didn't normally use his full powers as he'd spent years learning to control them, and he didn't want people falling at his feet simply because he was as powerful as Dumbledore. Harry let out a calming breath and sent another wave of magic to close the Floo.
He turned to go check on the casserole but froze at the sight of Severus standing in the doorway of their bedroom, mouth agape. Harry carefully moved over to his lover.
"Sev?" he questioned softly.
Severus blinked and focused on Harry. "You…" Severus made a movement with his hand and pointed to where James had been standing. "What did you… How did you…"
Harry felt his cheeks heat, and he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Er, yeah. How long have you been here?"
Severus finally seemed to snap out of his trance. "Just after your father got here. I Apparated into the bedroom. What did you do to him?" he asked softly.
Harry gave a shrug. "Apparated him home. He'll be pissed. Well, more than he was. I haven't done that since I was sixteen."
"Si- Bloody hell, Harry. Not even Riddle and Dumbledore can forcefully Apparate someone." Severus's eyes went wide. "Just how bloody powerful are you?"
"I don't know. It never seemed important."
Severus let out a snort. "Of course you would say that." Severus shook his head in amusement.
Harry reached out to take Severus's hand. "Can we not talk about it, please? I don't… that's not who I am. I just want to be a healer. Not some all-powerful weapon against supposed dark wizards."
Understanding lit Severus's dark eyes, and he reached up to slide his fingers through Harry's hair. "That's what he wanted, wasn't it?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. We used to get into terrible rows about it. Mum finally made him stop."
"I promise not to make you hunt down dark wizards, love."
A wicked smile pulled at Harry's lips, and he gripped Severus's robe. He pulled the man down and spoke against the waiting lips. "Can I make an exception for one dark wizard?"
Severus smiled against Harry's lips and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Depends. What do you plan on doing if you catch your dark wizard?"
Harry's arm slid around Severus's neck. " When I catch him, I plan to tie him up and have my wicked way with him."
Severus's brow went up. "Wicked? Are you turning dark already?"
Harry bit his bottom lip. "Perhaps."
"Well, perhaps I should see what you construe as wicked. I wouldn't wish to turn you loose among dark wizards if you aren't properly prepared."
Harry pressed his hardening cock against Severus's thigh and let out a soft moan. "Yes. You prepare me so well. We should do that. Now." Harry added with a quick kiss to Severus's lips before pushing him back into the room.
"What about dinner?" Severus asked with a laugh.
"Oven's on a timer. It'll be fine," Harry said as he worked at Severus's robe.
"Should we be concerned about visitors Apparating in?"
Harry waved his hand. "There. Anti-Apparition wards. Now come play Big Bad Wizard."
Severus grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled the younger wizard against him. "Do you know how bloody hot that is?"
Harry didn't have time to answer before his mouth was being ravished. He moaned and gave over control to his lover. He knew he would eventually have to deal with his father and Sirius as well, but he also knew his mother would support him. It wasn't the first time he and his father clashed and it wouldn't be the last time. He supposed he'd have to let Ron and Seamus know why he wouldn't be welcome in the squad room anymore. Oh well, it was no loss to him.
Harry let out a moan as wet heat engulfed his cock. But it was definitely an excellent gain.