Fic: A Sense of Adventure - for countess_hp Title: A Sense of Adventure Author: Pansy Parkinson? Giftee:countess_hp Word Count: ~5,800 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Snarry Warnings: *AU, cross dressing, mpreg, Dancer!Harry, Bottom!Harry, Top!Snape, or should that be the other way ;), DH compliant (well apart from the fact that Severus survived), definitely not Epilogue compliant* Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Three years after the war Harry feels like he is healed enough to start a family. To bad his lover, Severus, doesn’t feel that way. Harry comes up with a plan to change his mind. Beta:katiebell_0408, who I would just like to thank for the excellent work she has done on this. She has made the story so much better and I think I now owe her one very big favour; thanks sweetie *hugs* Author's Notes: I’m sorry I couldn’t fit everything in; this is the first time I’ve done an exchange fic fest - actually it’s the first fic fest I’ve ever done, so I hope you like it, lots of sweat and blood were lost over this.
A Sense of Adventure
Harry could not believe how fast the last three years had gone. But come May the first, it would be three years since he’d vanquished Voldemort and revived Severus Snape.
Harry smiled just thinking about his lover. It had not been an auspicious beginning. After surviving Nagini’s bite, Severus had to face the looming threat of Azkaban and a Wizengamot looking for a scapegoat for everything that had gone wrong. The Malfoys, being the usual choice targets, were viewed more sympathetically now. Especially after it came out that Narcissa had saved Harry on that terrible night.
It had taken all of Harry’s influence and Severus’ own memories to get him off of a twenty year sentence in Azkaban. Severus, though, had not been pleased to have his memories pored over by all and sundry, and for six months afterwards he wouldn’t see or talk to Harry.
It was actually Lucius Malfoy, of all people, who had eventually convinced Severus to contact Harry to take back his memories. From there an uneasy truce had surfaced, quickly forming into friendship and eventually, although Severus would deny it if asked directly, love.
Although the average wizard may have found this relationship odd for the Saviour of the Wizarding World, Harry’s friends and those he considered family could see the peace each had brought the other. They complimented each other perfectly- the ultimate Gryffindor and Slytherin, very much like Godric and Salazar had been before their final argument.
The press, of course, had had a field day when the story of Harry’s childhood finally emerged. Most blamed Dumbledore. Still, Harry had defended him, saying that if it hadn’t happened how it had, he might have turned out like Draco Malfoy. The Malfoys were not at all amused, but the rest of Wizarding Britain was. And, of course, the story of Severus Snape, much to his horror, was brought out for public scrutiny as well. And once that was public information, everybody and his wife wanted to shake his hand and thank him for all he had sacrificed. Severus was surprised how a well-phrased news article could change everyone’s opinion.
“Sheep,” Severus told Harry once, when Harry’d asked him what he thought. Harry had understood perfectly. After all, he’d had similar experiences throughout his fourth and fifth years, not to mention the year he spent on the run from the Ministry.
That was all over now. They had been living together for the last two years and Harry was now ready for the next great adventure.
Severus had eventually been asked back to teach, but he kindly refused, if shouting through the Floo at Minerva ‘Not even if you gave me all the Galleons in Gringotts’ counted as being kind. Harry had laughed for a good ten minutes at Minerva’s astonished face. Well really, what had she expected?
So they added a lab for Severus onto their cottage and he experimented to his heart’s content. Harry was happy to putter around the garden, growing the ingredients Severus needed for his potions. It wasn’t exciting, but Harry had had enough of excitement for more than one lifetime.
They talked in general terms of bonding one day, and that was all fine and good, but what Harry really wanted was a family. A family made up of him and Severus and children. This is where they nearly came to blows. Severus was adamant he didn’t want children. Severus even told Harry once that he could go and have as many as he wanted with someone else, just so long as it wasn’t with him. Harry knew Severus meant every word, but he also knew that if he ever did that it would devastate the snarky, gitty, noble man. Harry just couldn’t do that to him.
Harry had a plan though. But he would need help for the first part.
Harry waited outside the Diagon Alley entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. The weather was fine today, considering it was April, which was nearly always wet. As he waited for Hermione to arrive, Harry nodded and smiled to passersby, most he didn’t know, but still, everyone greeted him as if he were at least a friendly acquaintance. Spotting Hermione round a corner, Harry smiled a genuine smile for the first time that day.
“Thanks for doing this, Hermione,” Harry said, enfolding her in a hug.
“It’s fine, Harry. But what exactly am I helping you with?” Hermione enquired, kissing his cheek in greeting. Her eyes sparkled, revealing just how intrigued she was by yesterday’s late Floo call. He’d asked her, rather cryptically, to meet him so they could go find something sexy for him to wear for Severus.
“I’ll explain inside,” Harry said mysteriously, ushering Hermione into the Leaky.
“Morning, Tom. Two butterbeers please,” Harry said, smiling at the barman.
“Coming right up, Harry! Morning, Hermione,” Tom replied.
“Let’s go sit in the far corner there,” Harry said, indicating his desired booth. “We shouldn’t be overheard there.”
Settling themselves down, they waited for Tom to bring them their drinks before Harry went into his explanation.
“You know the potion Severus created for Lucius and Narcissa?” Harry asked.
“Yes. What of it?” Hermione replied, not sure where this conversation was going.
“Well, I’ve decided I want a baby. A baby with Severus. He’s already suggested I find some witch to knock up. But that would never work; no matter what he says, it would tear us apart. So I’m going to seduce him into giving me what I want for a change,” Harry explained.
“This feels a little too much like how Dumbledore manipulated Severus. I don’t think Severus would thank you for that. You know how he feels about being manipulated into things he doesn’t want to do. Especially after everything that went on with Dumbledore,” Hermione replied, her tone radiating that she believed he hadn’t thought this through thoroughly.
“Look, Hermione, it was always going to have to come down to manipulation. Severus has always said he’d make a terrible father. But look, he was Head of Slytherin for over fifteen years. He may have treated the rest of us like shit, but I know from Draco he was a bloody good head and each and every one of his snakes was well cared for. So you see, he’ll make a fine father,” Harry finished sighing.
“I hope you’re right, Harry, I really do,” Hermione said, patting him on the back. “So what’s the plan for this seduction then?”
“You remember Severus is giving me Occlumency lessons again? Well, they’re going much better without the added stress of Voldemort and everything. The other day while we were practicing, I managed to push back into Severus’ mind and saw a most intriguing fantasy,” Harry said excitedly.
“Well we’d just seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show. And Severus had a most fascinating image of me dressed in an emerald green corset, black silk panties, suspenders and stockings. You know like Tim Currie’s character Dr Frank-N-Furter,” Harry babbled excitedly. He paused momentarily when Hermione simply looked at him blankly. “You remember, he wore a black and silvery corset with matching gloves, fishnet stockings, topped off with a string of pearls and high heels. It made his legs look so long.”
“Oh. My. God. Harry that sounds so risqué, especially for Severus,” Hermione gasped. She shook her head, as if she were trying to get rid of that particular image of Harry dressed.
“So where do you suggest we look?” Harry asked, hoping that Hermione would have some idea.
“Well,” Hermione began, chewing her lower lip in thought, “there are two Ann Summer’s shops down Oxford Street. Since we’re not very far from the top of Tottenham Court Road, I suggest we try those first.” Hermione blushed and ducked her head, making Harry wonder if she was thinking of picking up something for herself and Ron as well.
“Excellent! Drink up then,” Harry urged, excited to be going.
“And the good thing about doing this in Muggle London,” Hermione started, “is you can actually try the clothes on and no one will think anything of it.”
“Cool!” Harry replied.
On his way home that afternoon, Harry couldn’t help but ponder once again how pleased he was that he was a wizard. He’d shrunk the bags so Severus wouldn’t see what he’d brought. Entering their bedroom Harry quickly cast a Disillusionment Charm on the clothes, pushing them right to the back of the closet. He wanted this to be a surprise after all.
During their shopping trip, Harry and Hermione had also discussed the possibility of Harry approaching Professor McGonagall about trying to retrieve The Prince’s potions book from The Room of Requirement. He wanted something extra to give Severus to ‘butter him up.’ Plus it held so much sentimental value for Severus, Harry thought it was the least he could do. Hermione had recently found out it was working again, and she’d figured it was worth a try.
Harry went back down stairs, anxious to contact the Headmistress. “Severus, are you home?” he called out, glancing into the parlour.
“I’m in the lab with Draco,” a disembodied voice called back. “Please do not come in. We are working on a rather volatile project at the moment.” Severus paused before adding, “but I look forward to whatever you have planned for this evening.”
Harry could actually here the smirk in his lover’s voice through the door. He couldn’t believe it. How did Severus know he was planning something? Was the man clairvoyant now as well? Shaking his head in disbelief, Harry entered their study. Well, at least he knew he’d have some privacy for his Floo call. He kneeled by the fireplace, took a handful of Floo powder, and flung it into the fire before sticking his head inside and calling out, “Headmistress McGonagall’s Office!”
“Good afternoon, Harry,” Minerva greeted him. “What can I do for you?”
Looking a little sheepish, Harry asked, “Would it be alright if I came through to use The Room of Requirement, Professor? I want to see if I can retrieve something of great value to Severus and myself that I left there before the final battle.”
“I don’t see why not. But I should warn you; although the room has recovered somewhat it isn’t exactly the place it used to be. It may have lost whatever you are seeking.”
“Fair enough. But I still think I need to give it a try, whatever the outcome,” Harry explained.
“Very well.” She smiled at him benevolently. “Please come through.”
Harry pulled his head out and stepped into the still burning flames. Harry closed his eyes as he went whirling past many different fireplaces. It was the only way he could stomach Floo travel.
Tripping out of the Headmistress’s fireplace, Harry nearly fell on his face before he was able to right himself. “Good afternoon again,” Harry said, smiling up sheepishly at Minerva.
Chuckling, Minerva returned the greeting. “Why don’t you stop in for tea, Harry? After you’ve completed your task, that is.”
“I’d like that very much, Professor,” Harry answered, truly pleased she had made the effort to ask him.
“None of that now, Harry. You’re old enough now to call me Minerva,” she told him.
“Very well, Minerva,” Harry replied. Her given name felt awkward on his tongue and he figured it would take some time for him to be comfortable using it. “I’ll just be off then. It shouldn’t take me too long,” Harry said as he disappeared out the door.
Harry quickly headed up to the seventh floor corridor. Walking past the spot he remembered so well he chanted three times, “I need to find the book I hid in sixth year.”
To Harry’s amazement and joy, the door appeared in front him. Feeling nervous and excited all at once, Harry grabbed the handle and pushed. The door opened to an empty room. Harry sighed, his body deflating in disappointment. He had been so hopeful. But after everything that had happened here, he should’ve known this wouldn’t work. He was just turning away when something in the far corner of the room caught his eye. There, all the way across the great empty expanse of what had once been that huge junk pile, was a table. And Harry could just make out that there was something on top of it. Hurrying towards the table, now, he was about half way across the room before he could tell that it was some kind of book. Not daring to hope that this could be his book, he picked it up tentatively and turned it over. His heart soared into his throat when he saw Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage. Turning the book over, he opened the back cover and gasped with delight when he read what was written along the bottom: This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince.
Harry was so ecstatic, he actually kissed the book. This book had meant so much to him in that horrible sixth year. It had taken him a while, but he could now admit to himself that he had been more than a little in love with the Half-Blood Prince back then. And now he had the real thing. Severus would be so pleased to get this back. Harry just hoped it would be enough to convince the reticent man to help him.
Heading back to the Headmistress’s office, Harry hummed tunelessly to himself, happy with today’s endeavours and excited, if a bit wary, about what the evening would bring.
Harry stopped and had tea with Minerva; they reminisced over Quidditch and consoled themselves over the fact that, although they won the cup in Harry’s official last year, the Gryffindor team this year was as bad as any Hufflepuff had ever fronted. It looked like the competition would be between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. “Maybe next year,” Minerva sighed.
Harry left soon after, knowing he had a lot to do to get ready for this evening. Bidding Minerva goodbye, Harry stepped back into the fire to Floo home. He was very excited about this evening, although a little reserved as well.
As it happened, Draco was just leaving as Harry emerged from the Floo. Smiling, he greeted his former rival. “So, busy time with the new Wolfsbane potion?”
“Yes. He’s being very diligent with the new formula,” Draco replied, donning his cloak as he prepared to leave.
“How’s Cassie doing?” Harry asked.
Cassie, or Cassiopeia, was Lucius and Narcissa’s daughter. Lucius and Narcissa had spent years trying for another child, and had been bitterly disappointed to find out that Narcissa was unable to have any more. After the Dark Lord had finally gone for good, they had approached Severus in an attempt to find a solution that might allow them to have another child, something they both longed for. They had been ecstatic when Severus had designed a potion that allowed Lucius to carry a child, and over the moon when they finally had their healthy baby girl in their arms.
Smiling affectionately, Draco replied, “She’s fine, growing fast. That was one spectacular potion Severus came up with. Oh, and speaking of Severus, he’ll be at least another hour.” Draco winked as he hopped into the Floo. “That should give you plenty of time to set up.”
Harry shook his head in dismay as he watched Draco disappear. Did everyone know he was up to something?
Severus looked up from the workbench, noticed the time and realised it was later than he’d thought. Since Draco had gone home some time ago, it was time for him to go up and enjoy whatever Harry had planned.
Severus put the new Wolfsbane under stasis and ascended the stairs to the kitchen. He quickly made himself a cup of tea, taking it into the living room, making himself comfortable in his old squishy chair.
Not one to normally read the Daily Prophet, Severus’ interest was peaked by a picture of Harry and Hermione coming out of a Muggle shop. They appeared to be having a wonderful time giggling and whispering, not even noticing the photographer. The headline read:
HAS THE SAVIOUR CHANGED HIS MIND ABOUT WOMEN?
The article read:
Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, was spotted today with long-term companion Hermione Granger. Your correspondent learned they were in the Muggle lingerie shop for over an hour, laughing and whispering like lovers. Is this the end to their previous relationships? Will Mr Ronald Weasley be looking for another best friend and love interest? Will Professor Severus Snape turn to his assistant, Draco Malfoy, for comfort? Stay tuned as I bring you the next scoop in this story.
Special Correspondent, Rita Skeeter
Severus took one look at the by line and laughed so loud he disturbed their owl, Archimedes, who had been snoozing on his perch. Carefully placing his cup down on the table, so not spill any of his tea, Severus reached for a book he’d noticed sitting on the edge of the table. Curious, he picked it up, not quite believing what he was holding. Just like Harry, he opened the back cover and read This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince. Severus stared at the book for several minutes, still not believing he had once again in his possession one of the few remaining things of his mother’s. ‘Somehow Harry must have retrieved it,’ Severus thought. He couldn’t believe Harry had taken so much trouble to retrieve it. After all, they had both thought it was lost forever after Crabbe had set the Fiendfyre in The Room of Requirement. Obviously Harry truly wanted to make him happy. Severus only hoped his ‘thank you’ to Harry would be sufficient. Sighing, Severus clutched the book to him, not wanting to let go just yet.
Lost in contemplation, Severus didn’t hear the music start, a slow upbeat song drifted down from upstairs. Then, suddenly before him, there was Harry. Severus blinked twice. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Harry was never going to be tall, but dressed like that, Severus couldn’t stop staring. He was exquisite, his legs encased in the sheerest of black stockings, held up by a silky scrap of nothing. A pair of skimpy knickers did nothing to hide Harry’s arousal, as it begged to be released. Shifting his eyes higher, Severus noticed the beautiful emerald green corset Harry was wearing. It made his waist look smaller than normal, just on the verge of being feminine. Severus was lost once he looked into Harry’s naked eyes, they had never looked so open. Harry had even worn a little make-up. Some kohl round his eyes made them appear bigger than normal. A little lip stick…no lip gloss, enhancing Harry’s already plump red lips. Looking back down, Severus noticed Harry was wearing heels - no wonder he looked taller. They must be a killer to walk in. And he did all this for him. Severus tried not to show how turned on he was.
Harry had left his glasses off, performing a short term eyesight correction charm on himself. He was pleased he had now. He could tell Severus was almost drooling. This was going to be fun.
Harry had never been much for dancing, as evidenced by his poor performance at the Yule ball his fourth year. He always felt like a stampeding Hippogriff. But he had practiced for days now to get the movements right and he knew tonight would be different. He swayed, sashayed, twirled, dipped and gyrated across the floor, always in time to the music.
Approaching Severus, he slid sensually down on to the rug in front of him. Pressing his hands on Severus’ inner thighs he pushed them slowly apart. Never breaking eye contact with Severus, he slid his hands up and down, up and down, before pulling back and standing once again.
Severus gave a groan at the loss of contact. He hadn’t been doing anything particularly arousing, but the look of Harry on his knees in front of him in that outfit made Severus want to melt.
Harry didn’t move away as Severus had feared, but insinuated himself between Severus’ spread legs. Turning around so he was facing away from Severus, Harry slowly lowered himself onto Severus’ lap. He squirmed and writhed, still to the music’s beat, slowly rotating his hips and arse over Severus’ crotch teasingly, not quite touching.
Then all at once, Harry was gone, twirling away in a flash of green. He continued to dance to the music until it finished, swaying sensually to the beat. A slow number started next. Harry fell to his knees, crawling languidly towards Severus. This time when Harry reached past Severus’ knees, he went straight for Severus’ belt and buttons. Removing the belt, Harry started to undo the buttons one by one. Always buttons. Harry smiled at his simple task, and Severus knew that, despite the teasing he often received for being so ‘buttoned up,’ Harry was loving every minute of it.
Severus was awash in sensations. Harry’s hands seemed to be everywhere on his crotch, fluttering like bird’s wings as Harry gently undid his trouser buttons. Taking a sniff, Severus noticed Harry had used the new soap he brought last week. It blended in well with Harry’s own scent. A mixture of outdoors, woody, pine needles and sex.
Harry worked diligently, triumphant as he released the last button. Pulling the two sides apart, taking hold of the silk underwear, he pulled them down in one tug. As the clothes caught around Severus’ ankles, Harry realised he’d forgot something and quickly leaned down and removed Severus’ shoes and socks. Tugging the trousers and underwear off, Harry sat back on his haunches and looked his fill.
Harry would never tire of looking at Severus. He was a work of art. So okay not traditionally beautiful, he had presence that commanded you to take notice. And there was something almost vulgar about such a composed man sitting there naked from the waist down. The whole package worked wonderfully together and Harry’s cock was certainly standing up and taking notice. Harry leant forward and teasingly kissed the tip of Severus’ cock, before pulling away.
Harry looked up and saw Severus staring, pleading with him for more with his eyes. Harry smiled, gently wrapping one hand around the base of Severus’ cock and bent his head. Engulfing Severus in one smooth move, Harry pursed his lips and sucked.
Severus made a mewling noise above Harry, swearing slightly when Harry took him fully into his mouth. Severus had told Harry time and again how sweet his lips were when they were wrapped around his hard cock. Harry put all his skill into the synchronised movements of his lips and tongue, wanting to make Severus desire nothing more than to live like this indefinitely.
Hearing the noises Severus was making filled Harry with quiet contentment. Only he had the power to do this to this man. He felt some trepidation for manipulating Severus into promising something of this magnitude, but he wanted this so much. Harry just hoped Severus would forgive him some day.
Hollowing out his cheeks, Harry bobbed up and down on Severus’ cock, which was quite impressive. Long, but not overly so, slightly thicker than Harry’s own, giving a delicious burn when first entering him. Harry gave one final lick at the tip before moving down. He urged Severus to move further forward in the chair. It was just a shame it wasn’t a recliner, he thought. Rolling Severus’ balls in one hand, Harry licked from the base of his cock, around his balls, across his perineum to circle around his quivering hole. Swiping Severus’ opening several times to provide some lubrication, Harry pointed his tongue and stabbed inwards.
Severus came up off the chair, knocking Harry slightly to the side. Laughing, Harry pressed his right hand firmly down on Severus’ abdomen and resumed his ministrations. Alternating between licks and darting his tongue in and out of Severus’ entrance. Harry brought his left hand towards Severus’ mouth. Looking up, he asked silently with his eyes for Severus to coat them with saliva. When he was sufficiently pleased, he pulled them from Severus mouth. Harry knew he had a wicked grin on his face; Severus was in for the ride of his life.
Kneeling back down, Harry swiped the tip of Severus’ cock, which was now leaking pre-come, with his tongue. Bringing his left hand down to Severus’ opening, Harry pushed one finger in, all the way to the second knuckle. Severus screamed in blissful agony. Harry crooked his finger, till he found that sweet bundle of nerves and pressed down hard. Severus bucked upward, screaming, “Harry!” making Harry take his cock fully into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Pulling back slightly Harry grinned round Severus’ cock, swirling his tongue around the length. Harry added a second finger alongside the first. Again hitting Severus’ prostate several times.
Harry wanted to make sure Severus came before letting him anywhere near himself that night. Pulling further up Severus’ cock, Harry dipped his tongue into the slit, slurping up any leaking creamy essence. Severus tasted so good. Still gently rotating Severus’ balls, Harry could feel them pull up. Severus was nearly there. One more press down on Severus’ prostate combined with a deep suck on the tip of Severus’ cock had him exploding over Harry’s face and down his throat.
Severus bucked up, thrusting into Harry’s mouth, once, twice, shouting out “Harry!” again before sliding back down into his chair, utterly spent.
Harry stood up, leant over Severus, kissing him full on the lips, knowing that Severus could taste a mixture of the two of them in the kiss. It was wonderful.
Standing straight up Harry offered a hand to Severus. “Would you like to take this upstairs now? I don’t think the living room rug would be as comfortable.”
Nodding his head in agreement, Severus gratefully took Harry’s hand. Harry wrapped one arm around him and Apparated them both to their bedroom.
Pushing Severus onto the bed, Harry started swaying again to the music, which had been playing continuously throughout their play downstairs. Harry lifted his left leg and rested it on the edge of the bed. He unclipped one stocking and then the other, slowly peeling the left one down. Shifting positions, Harry placed his right leg on the bed, balancing on the left, and slowly slid down the right stocking and the silk panties as well.
As Severus reclined on the bed, watching, his cock showed renewed interested in the proceedings. Harry noticed Severus peel away his shirt and throw it towards the clothes basket, for once completely missing it.
Harry soon noticed Severus’ reawakened arousal and slowly undid the hooks on the front of the corset. Hermione had suggested a one that opened in the front for convenience. Harry was so pleased she had. Once fully undone, Harry threw the corset into the corner of the room, sashayed over to the bed and crawled towards Severus.
Severus was fully erect now and clearly wanted nothing more than to get his hands on Harry. That was not to be the case, however.
Harry climbed onto Severus, straddling his stomach. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth over Severus’ and sucked. No tentative kisses this time, Harry demanded entrance. Severus gasped and Harry was in, exploring his mouth with his tongue and teeth.
Severus pulled at Harry’s head bringing it, if possible, even closer. Harry moaned deep in his throat when Severus’ tongue joined his in a ritual dance for dominance.
Pulling away, Harry gasped for breath, looking down into Severus’ obsidian eyes. Harry could almost feel Severus’ passion pouring from him. He leant back down, nipping playfully at Severus’ lips, moving across to his collarbone, just below his neck. Knowing Severus’ was quite sensitive there, Harry bit down forcefully, soothing over each mark with kisses just as quickly. Severus continued to moan and writhe below him.
Sliding slightly further down, Harry paid close attention to Severus’ nipples, nipping, licking and kissing both of them equally. Harry looked up to see such total exhilaration on Severus’ face, Harry felt he could come just from watching him. Running his hand down his own body, Harry wrapped it around his own cock and squeezed hard, staving off his own orgasm for a little while. He wanted to make sure they both came together this time.
Pulling his hand back up, Harry trailed it through the hair leading down to Severus’ groin, sliding one finger lightly over his cock. Teasingly, Harry scraped his nail across the tip bringing the pre-come soaked finger to his mouth and lapping at it languidly.
“Harry, turn over,” Severus managed to croak.
Harry just smiled. “There’s no need Severus, I’m already prepared.”
Severus looked doubtfully at Harry. Reaching behind, Severus ran a finger along Harry’s crack to his entrance. Dipping it in, he was pleased to note that Harry was indeed prepared. Adding a second finger, Severus lightly scissored them. This was one of the many things he liked doing to Harry. And although Harry had taken the time to do this for them in advance, he still wanted to make sure Harry was taken care of. Sliding his fingers out, Severus rubbed what lube was on them along his own cock, before trying to flip Harry over.
Harry wasn’t having any of that and dug his heels and knees into the mattress. Shaking his head for good measure, Harry lifted up slightly, slid back until his fluttering hole was hovering over Severus’ cock. Harry, taking hold of Severus’ erection, sank bit by bit onto the turgid length. Once he was fully seated, both Severus and Harry let out a deep sigh of contentment.
Severus placed both hands on either side of Harry’s hips to help guide him. Nodding once at Severus, Harry lifted up and slammed his body back down. Severus, although caught slightly off his guard by the sudden movement, was ready the next time Harry shifted upwards. On Harry’s way back down, Severus thrust up. Harry yelled out some expletive, although Severus was too preoccupied at the moment to pay attention as to which it was. They did that several more times before Harry adjusted the angle slightly. As Harry slid back down and Severus thrust upwards, it was obvious that this time he’d hit Harry’s prostate.
Severus was mewling and moaning, chanting, “Harry! Harry!”
Harry knew it was now or never, halting his movements for a moment he whispered into Severus’ ear. “I want a baby Severus. With you. If you want me to finish, promise you’ll make me the male pregnancy potion.”
Severus opened his eyes, disbelief written across his face, just as suddenly it was gone. “Anything Harry,” he answered, “just don’t stop moving, I promise.”
Harry closed his eyes, savouring the moment and this rare victory in something that meant so much to him. At last, after what seemed like hours, Harry started to move again. Severus brought one hand from Harry’s thigh and wrapped it around his cock. Keeping in time with Harry’s movements Severus’ hand moved up and down Harry’s cock.
Harry rose one more time, slamming down so hard stars clouded his vision. Climaxing wildly, he came spurting across Severus’ chest and hand, shouting, “Severus!”
Severus thrust up one more time, exploding as Harry’s arse contracted around his cock, spilling his all into Harry with a triumphant, “Harry!”
Harry thought that that had been to have been the most intense experience of his life. Turning on his side, he was always amazed to find that this amazing man was lying next to him. So perhaps he deserved someone more congenial and pleasing, but he wouldn’t swap Severus for anything, including, he realised, a child.
“Severus?” Harry sighed.
Chuckling quietly, Harry nudged Severus’ shoulder and repeated himself. “Severus, we need to talk.”
Sighing, Severus turned to face Harry, “As you wish.”
"Look, what I asked you before, you know...." He made some vague flapping gesture with his hands in an attempt to indicate what had been happening between them a few minutes before. "I shouldn't have done it like that. It wasn't right to try to manipulate you into something so big. So I apologise," Harry said, looking forlorn.
Severus lifted his hand and ran it through Harry’s always messy hair. He smiled, “Harry, there’s no need to apologise. I knew exactly what I was agreeing to. No don’t turn away,” Severus said, pulling Harry’s face back round to look at him. “I’ve known that you have been up to something for quite a while. Today was simply the icing on the cake. I deliberately gave you that image. I wanted to see what you would do.” Severus leant over and placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s brow. “You gave me something extraordinary tonight. Something I will cherish for the rest of my life. And if you never dress like that again, it wouldn’t matter. But you also gave me something else. My book…my mother’s book. That I cannot thank you enough for.” Pulling Harry into his arms, Severus’ warm embrace conveyed just how much that particular gesture meant to him.
“But Severus,” Harry began. “You don’t want children, and what I did was manipulative and wrong.”
“Harry, even on your best day, you could never out manipulate a Slytherin. It’s just not in you.” Severus gave a little laugh. “I’ve also realised how much having a child means to you, and I stand by my promise.”
“You will?” Harry asked tentatively.
“Yes, I will.” Severus answered, stroking Harry’s hair away from his face. “In fact,” smirked Severus, “you’ve already taken the potion. I slipped it into your pumpkin juice this morning.”
Harry’s heart leapt with joy and before he knew it he was flinging himself onto Severus, shrieking with joy. “Severus, you’re the best! I love you. I love you!” he gushed, raining kisses down on Severus’ face.
“Harry, I love you, too,” Severus returned, laughing openly now and returning the embrace.
Severus did have to wonder, though, how he’d ever imagined that it would have been alright for Harry to impregnate some random witch. Harry belonged to him and only to him. He had only needed time and the right incentive to find the correct path for the two of them. And being a father shouldn’t be too bad. After all, he had been the head of Slytherin House for fifteen years, so he had a lot of experience in the task of looking after children, at least from the age of eleven to seventeen. Plus if Lucius could do it--Severus rolled his eyes at this thought-- then so could he. Severus also had Harry, who would undoubtedly guide him, if he went astray. Content in his decision, Severus pulled Harry closer to him, knowing this was the start of their next great adventure together.