SNARRY-A-THON10: FIC: His Lover's Keeper Title: His Lover's Keeper Author:lilyseyes/lilyeyes Rating: NC-17 Word count: 9,220 Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *AU, EWE, first-time, Mpreg, and fluff* Prompt: #132 - Harry takes a cruise around the world to get away from crazy Ginny Weasley. Who does he meet? Severus Snape Summary: World-weary and depressed, Harry Potter decided to disappear for a while by taking a world cruise. He wasn't running away, really, just taking charge of his own life. A/N: Thank you so much to my lovely betas florida_minxie and alisanne! You both rock my world!
His Lover's Keeper
Harry put his bag down on the large bed with a sigh. The drapes were drawn, blocking out the sight of the leaden April skies, and casting the room into shadow. Not bothering to turn on any lights, Harry wandered through the suite, marveling at the spaciousness. He'd somehow thought the cabins on a cruise ship would be more in line with his cupboard than this opulent set of rooms. His eyes fell on a bottle of what looked like French champagne on ice and a plate of sugared strawberries beside it, with a card welcoming him to the Queen Elizabeth I suite.
Queen Elizabeth I, indeed – Harry snorted to himself as he slid his wand out of its hidden pocket. Seemed the whole world was out to mock him, putting him in the Virgin Queen's suite. He cast revealing spells around the room, checking for charms, jinxes, and magical residue, as Harry knew he wasn't the first wizard to board this Muggle cruise ship. His Auror training had made him appreciate the various ways magic could be used, and Harry wasn't surprised to find a Silencing Charm on the bedroom and a Locking Spell on the door that connected his suite to the adjoining one. There were several areas that showed flashes of residual magic, red from a Stunner and a more ominous shade of the deepest purple that Harry had only seen when the Imperious Charm was used.
Narrowing his eyes at the implications, Harry swiftly Banished the magic. He had excelled in Curse Breaking and Spell work when he had studied to become an Auror, but instead of feeling satisfaction, a wave of sadness washed over him. Harry flicked his wand, opening the drapes in one smooth motion, before putting it away. His cabin was to the front of the ship, luckily, and overlooked the harbor instead of the throngs of boarding passengers. Not that Harry knew any of them. For the first time since he was eleven years old, Harry could just be himself.
Slumping into a plush chair, positioned to provide the best view, Harry stared unseeing out through spotless glass. He'd done everything that was expected of him, hadn't he? He'd left Hermione and Ron to save the barely alive Headmaster Snape and marched out to fulfill Albus Dumbledore's last wishes, by allowing Voldemort to kill him. Harry had then testified at the trials that exonerated Snape and freed the Malfoys, who claimed to have aided the now vindicated spy. Returning to Hogwarts for the last year of his education, Harry had gone into Auror training immediately afterwards. Ginny had followed him into training and everything was just as Harry had believed his life was supposed to be.
Only everything he'd worked so hard to achieve in the past six years had unraveled in a short two months.
Harry had hoped Snape would have mellowed after Voldemort was dead and that burden had been lifted from his shoulders, but Harry had been rebuffed at every turn when he'd returned to Hogwarts. With so many of Snape's memories now interwoven with his own, Harry wanted to learn more about his mum's childhood, but Snape had curtly thanked him for returning his memories and dismissed him. It was the first in a series of disappointments that Harry had struggled with and seemed to coincide with his failures.
Throwing himself into his final year of school, Harry had studied hard, played Quidditch hard, and asked Ginny to marry him as soon as he had completed his NEWTs. Harry had been delighted when Ginny had qualified for Auror training as well, knowing they would make good training partners. They dated, going out to dinner each Saturday night, Harry picking Ginny up at her flat above Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley, returning her there right after dinner and going to Grimmauld Place, which he shared with Andromeda and Teddy. It was something Harry looked forward to through the long weeks of training drudgery and he'd never questioned why he'd only been content with holding hands and steamy kisses.
Ginny, on the other hand, hadn't been content with their arrangement, even though they were engaged. Harry had enjoyed the stolen moments of passionate kissing and petting, but always seemed to panic when Ginny had started taking clothes off – hers or his. Being a skilled wanker, Harry knew he liked sex, but over the years the form of his dream lover had evolved into someone dark-haired, with a slender, flat chest, and a cock. Believing he was just going through some sexual maturing phase, Harry had ignored his desires. He'd even finally given into Ginny's pleading and had tried to make love to her, with disastrous results. Twice.
That had been a month ago, just as Harry was finishing the field-training portion of his Auror education. A week before graduating, Harry had watched in horror as his training officer was ambushed during a domestic violence call and an injured Harry had barely managed to save her. The Daily Prophet had touted him a hero, their article gushing over Harry being destined to be some kind of super Auror and dredging up his battles with Voldemort. It had made Harry physically ill and he hadn't bothered to show up at the Ministry ceremony to swear in their class, instead resigning from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement by owl that morning.
A vibration ran through the cruise ship, telling Harry that they had finally set sail. Groaning, he leaned his head back in the chair, relief mixed with regret. He was running away, again. It had cost a fortune to book one of the best cabins on the HM Queen Mary II at such short notice, but Harry didn't care, money was one of the few things he didn't have to worry about. And the urge to escape had been overwhelming after what Hermione had called an "intervention".
His face heated just thinking of how Ginny had dragged him into the sitting room at Grimmauld Place where Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and Andromeda were waiting for him. Pushing him into a chair, Hermione had matter-of-factly announced to Harry that he was gay and that he needed to embrace his sexuality before he could truly be happy.
Ron had leaned forward at Harry's sputtering denial. "Bloody hell, Harry, you were obsessed with Malfoy during sixth year!"
Luna had shaken her head at that. "Harry's longing for a prince, I think."
"Whatever makes you happy, Harry, is what I want." Ginny had handed back the engagement ring Harry had given her, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "We'll always be friends, don't worry about that."
It seemed that her desire for Harry's happiness had become rabid in the two weeks since the intervention. Ginny had set him up with Dennis Creevey, Oliver Wood, and a wizard who bore a nauseating resemblance to Gilderoy Lockhart. Shortly after that disaster, Harry decided the only way to retain his sanity was to get away in complete anonymity, and what better way than on a cruise aboard a famous Muggle ocean liner?
There was a discreet tap on the door. "Mr. Porter? It's your butler, may I see to your unpacking?"
With a bone-weary sigh, Harry forced himself out of the chair and pasted a smile on his face.
*****
Severus Snape slipped quietly into his stateroom as he heard the butler knocking on the door to the adjoining suite. His own clothing had already been unpacked while he had been down watching the ship depart its moorings. He wasn't going to miss a moment of his long awaited holiday and being the only wizard on a Muggle ship felt strangely liberating. His inheritance from Albus Dumbledore had taken years of legal battles and the personal intervention of Kingsley Shacklebolt to secure, but had turned out to be much larger than Severus ever imagined. Taking some of it, Severus had booked one of the two most luxurious Wizarding suites available on the Queen Mary II and two weeks of sailing about warm waters. He planned to do absolutely anything he wanted and had even left all but his traveling robes at Hogwarts.
Draping the raincoat he'd worn on deck over the back of a chair, Severus took off his new shoes and socks, wriggling his toes in the plush carpet. Minerva would cackle with laughter if she saw him now, bare feet, trousers, jumper, and freshly washed hair gathered neatly at the nape of his neck. Their long friendship had been mended over the years since the Battle for Hogwarts and Severus had been glad that Minerva had agreed to take care of things over the spring hols.
Minerva would be less than thrilled when Severus told her he was leaving at the end of the term. At forty-five, Severus was still young enough to have the family he denied himself, if he so chose, and wealthy enough to not ever have to work again. He could devote himself to researching various medicinal potions or working on the spellcrafting he had been so interested in as an angry teenager. The freedom to make his own choices again was exhilarating, but Severus still had the pain of his youthful indiscretions to temper any impulsive decisions.
Flicking his wand at the drapes, Severus poured himself a finger of whiskey into a crystal tumbler and stared out at the sea in front of them. He had already taken the precaution of sweeping the room for magic, sealing the connecting door with a locking spell, and casting a general sound dampening spell, which filtered the noise he would hear. The endless procession of waves was oddly calming, resembling somewhat the chaotic thoughts that swirled in his mind. And the most chaotic of all his thoughts was the one Severus had refused to deal with for the past nine years.
Harry Potter.
Snorting at his own foolishness, Severus moved to stand in front of the glass doors. His eyes following the cresting waves, but his sight turned inward. Although Severus had taken a vow to protect his best friend's son since that terrible Halloween, it wasn't until Harry came back from that wretched graveyard at the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament; one hand clutching the trophy and the other clinging desperately to Diggory that Severus had seen the strength in Harry. The stoic, silent youth who refused to leave his companion's body behind had finally opened Severus' eyes to Harry, Lily's son. Her loyalty, her compassion, her sheer intestinal fortitude, and Harry's powerful magic; all these he had overlooked in his zeal to paint the boy with his father's misdeeds.
Severus had watched the unresolved grief and guilt change Harry into an angry young man who wanted to lash out at everyone. With Dumbledore withdrawing himself to protect Harry, Severus had given him a target to focus his rage on. He thanked Merlin that Harry hadn't delved deeper into the Pensieve during that fateful Occlumency lesson, as Severus had already been having dreams of an inappropriate nature regarding the boy. Severus sensed in Harry the same type of emotional disconnection that had originally pushed Lily away from him. For the first time in his adult life, Severus had wanted to wrap someone in his arms and keep them safe.
Stepping out onto the balcony, Severus leaned on the rail, feeling the cold wind cut through the cashmere jumper. Lifting the tumbler, Severus tossed back the whiskey and felt the burn of the liquor as it slid down his throat. Albus' death had concluded a year of resignation and duty, saving Draco even as he failed to save his mentor. And then there had been Harry, obsessed with finding out what Malfoy was up to while still trying the do as Albus wanted, and Severus could only watch the weight being piled on those young shoulders.
A shiver ran down his spine and Severus chose not to dwell on the events in the Astronomy Tower. The memory of Granger accusing Harry of having a crush on his Half-blood Prince was the image he preferred to remember, that and the slow flush that had crept across Harry's face as, he hadn't denied it. For that one moment Severus had remained hidden, greedily hording the scene in his mind, tucking it away to replay whenever he wanted or needed to. And that was often during the arduous year that followed, with Harry on the search for Horcruxes, and Phineas Nigellus Black his only means of training the Gryffindors.
Watching Harry in the Forest of Dean, his trust placed in a Patronus he'd never seen, stroking his doe and allowing Severus' magic to guide him, had almost taken Severus to his knees. The sheer magical power that Harry had beckoned to him, and it took every bit of strength Severus had not to scoop the boy up and flee, taking them both away from the destiny that faced them, from the sacrifice that Severus knew Harry would have to make, from the death that Severus knew was in store for himself.
Realizing that he was cold, Severus stepped back into his stateroom. He'd promised himself that he would not dwell on what might have been or let maudlin thoughts invade the peace of his voyage. Harry Potter was well on his way to having a family and becoming a famous Auror. He had been engaged to be married, but that seemed to have gone awry according to Minerva. Still unattainable for me, though, Severus thought. Perhaps with his new wardrobe and a little attention to his hair, Severus would even find an acceptable individual on board this ship. He'd been too long without companionship of any type.
*****
Harry stared up at the butler, Kurt. "I have to what?"
"You must put in an appearance at the Captain's table, Mr. Porter. It is the only event that is mandatory on this voyage. I did not see any formal dress in your bag, however, and am wondering if you need me to have the men's shop send up a few suits to try on?" The tall, elegant man looked down at him with a frown.
Just stopping himself from snorting, Kurt's blond hair made him think of Draco Malfoy. Harry nodded his head wearily. He had happily hid in his stateroom for the past day and a half, doing little more than sleeping and eating the meals that Kurt brought him. The butler pulled a Muggle measuring tape from his pocket and stepped closer to Harry, his manner brisk and professional.
As Kurt took measurements, Harry closed his eyes, imagining the hands that were skimming over his body belonged to someone else. Dark hair hanging in a curtain around his face, experienced fingers dancing over his naked flesh, and a deep voice whispering filthy things in his ear.
"Spread your legs, please, Mr. Porter."
Barely stifling a groan, Harry complied, hoping that the butler didn't see the bulge in his jeans. The touches ghosting over his groin seemed independent of the butler's actions and Harry's breathing grew ragged. He held himself rigid until Kurt breezed out of the suite.
Hands shaking with the force of his arousal, Harry unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. Hissing, he slid one hand down the length of his prick to wrap around the base, while he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip. Focusing his eyes on the sunlit balcony outside, Harry imagined standing out there, the sun warm on his skin and the breeze ruffling his hair. Snape stood behind him, hard, long cock pressed into his arse crack as his arms wrapped around Harry, Snape's hands stroking his prick. Fingers squeezing and releasing around the base as the other hand stroked up and down.
Twisting his foreskin over the sensitive tip, Harry panted as he imagined Snape frotting against him, strong hands wrapped around his prick, when a dark head appeared over the rail of the balcony.
"Snape!"
Harry gasped as his climax surged through him and he came so hard, he saw stars. When his vision cleared, Harry stared out the glass door, but the head of black hair was gone. Unsure whether there had actually been a man on the next balcony or whether he'd imagined it in the throes of his fantasy, Harry shook his head at his own foolishness. A quick flick of his wand cleaned up the mess he'd made and Harry was ready when the knock came at the door.
Three hours later, Harry walked hesitantly into the posh restaurant reserved for the Queens' Suites passengers, fingers nervously tugging at the unfamiliar tie around his neck. He had to admit that the tuxedo fit like a glove and was surprisingly comfortable, except for the bloody tie. Only a couple of other people were in the bar area, two women dressed in elegant gowns and a bloke in a tux that was too tight around his large middle.
A white-gloved waiter materialized beside him and extended a small tray of fluted glasses. Harry was familiar with the quality of the champagne served at Ministry functions and discreetly sniffed at the amber fluid. It smelled crisp and fruity and Harry took a hesitant sip, rolling the liquid round in his mouth as the bubbles burst with flavor on his tongue. This champagne tasted light, like nothing he'd ever had before, and Harry took a larger sip, deciding he liked it very much.
Edging away from the laughter filtering out of the bar, Harry moved to the opposite end of the dining room. Staring out at the beautiful view of the sun reflecting off the water as it dipped low in the western sky, Harry drained the first glass of champagne, smiling as the waiter materialized again with another. Maybe this dinner wouldn't be so bad.
*****
Severus brushed a speck of non-existent lint from the front of his tuxedo as he surveyed himself in the mirror. The black coat, cut away at the waist with modified tails, made him feel like he was wearing dueling robes and the black shirt under the dark green cummerbund matched the tie at his throat. For the first time in decades, Severus felt that he looked good – he'd never be handsome, but the finely tailored clothing complemented his slender build and coloring to their best advantage.
Tugging on his cuffs one last time, Severus stepped out into the hallway, sparing a quick glance over at the door to the adjoining suite. He'd not seen the man Kurt called Mr. Porter since the ship had sailed yesterday morning, hadn't even heard so much as the slam of the door. Severus had been glad that whoever had rented the room was a quiet, considerate Muggle, until he'd felt the most interesting burst of sensual magic a few hours earlier.
A burst of familiar magic, almost as familiar as Severus' own, but magic Severus hadn’t felt at that intensity since he lay dying on the filthy floor of the Shrieking Shack. The powerful magic of a panicked and distraught Harry Potter. Warm and potent, it had enveloped him, seeking to help him, even as Severus was giving up some of his most precious memories. Albus Dumbledore had prepared Potter well for his role and Severus could only watch as the young man marched off to his own death, leaving him in the questionable hands of Granger and Weasley.
When they had both miraculously survived the Battle of Hogwarts, Severus found Potter's magic had been too comforting, too alluring and Severus had been determined not to fall under its spell, turning the boy away when he returned to Hogwarts to complete his schooling. Now, there was no such barrier of duty standing between them, nor any other obligations, and Minerva had mentioned Potter's engagement was off. Would it hurt to explore the options if the opportunity arose?
Stepping into the dining area, Severus surveyed the few occupants, his eyes fixing on a familiar figure standing in front of the glass wall on the far side of the room. His heart lurched, which Severus promptly dismissed as his surprise that Potter had actually emerged from his stateroom. As he watched, Potter tossed back a glass of champagne and Severus didn't think it was his first. Perhaps now was the time to see how receptive the young man would be to an advance.
Moving silently across the room, Severus stepped up behind Potter just as he set the glass down, casting a wandless Notice Me Not spell.
"Really, Mr. Potter, excellent champagne is meant to be sipped." Severus pitched his voice low, completely unprepared for the groan that erupted deep in Potter's throat and its effect on his cock.
Potter pushed himself back, pressing against Severus. "Ohmygod! If this is a champagne-induced delusion, just let me savor it for a moment!"
Severus could feel the heat radiating from the firm body, Potter's magic swirling about them. "And if it is reality, Mr. Potter?"
"Can't be," Potter sounded wistful. "You hate me."
Not attempting to hide his smirk, Severus adjusted his stance, allowing his hardening cock to slide against Potter's arse, before stepping back. "Are you sure, Mr. Potter, that I wasn't merely dissuading a student from pursuing an inappropriate relationship?"
Potter pivoted around, a bit unstable, and Severus grabbed his arm to steady him. A frown creased Potter's forehead as he lifted those brilliant eyes, conflicting emotions easily visible as Potter braced a hand on Severus' chest. Standing this close to the young man was intoxicating, Severus watching as Harry studied his face. Severus could see a desperate longing beneath the wariness as Potter attempted to narrow his eyes, crossing them instead.
"Are you here to torment me?" Potter demanded in a hushed voice.
Severus sneered. "I am here on holiday, actually. The tormenting is just a pleasant coincidence."
Potter shifted his hand until it was pressed over Severus' heart and then lifted it to his neck, fingers brushing across the faded scars. His skin tingled from the light touch, his already hard cock jerked at the pure sensuality of the touch. Potter took a teetering, half-step closer, burying his nose in Severus' jacket and inhaling, before slowly pulling back. The noise level of the room around them steadily rose as Potter brushed his fringe back with a shaky hand.
"You are real then."
Severus kept a steadying hand on Potter's arm and inclined his head.
"And you are going to kill me when I sober up, aren't you?"
Allowing himself to hope they might have some amount of common ground, Severus brushed his knuckles over Harry's lips, watching the brilliant eyes grow wide. "Tormenting you may include some sexual component, but I believe you will come out alive."
The shiver that ran through Potter had nothing to do with the temperature of the room, Severus was sure. Keeping one hand on Pot…Harry's arm, Severus directed him back towards the long table where he quickly found their assigned seats. As he suspected, they were sitting next to each other by virtue of having adjoining staterooms. Assisting Harry into his seat, Severus lifted his tails and settling into the chair to the left, hoping that Potter had gained a few more manners since his days at Hogwarts.
*****
Dinner was surreal for Harry with everything gently blurred around the edges. Snape nudged him several times to draw his attention when someone at the table spoke to him and Harry muttered noncommittal answers to them. Harry was having a hard time believing that Snape was truly there, drop-dead sexy despite the man's tendency to loom, as if he'd stepped right out of Harry's fantasies. Their bodies seemed to spark off each other, seated this close, but Snape didn't seem to notice. Listening to the rumble of voices around him, Harry was content to eat, Snape's arm occasionally brushing against his keeping him grounded.
By the time Harry followed Snape from the dining room right after pudding, he felt more stable on his feet, even if his eyes were riveted on the tails that covered Snape's arse. A multitude of questions swirled in his mind and Harry jumped as Snape's fingers bushed his arm, directing him towards their rooms.
"Mr. Porter?"
The low voice was hot in his ear as Snape walked beside him and he felt his cheeks heat even as his cock twitched.
"Just an error on the reservation, I think."
"Indeed," Snape's shoulder bumped his. "And who made these reservations for you?"
"Luna," Harry answered, distracted by his body's reaction to Snape's closeness.
Snape snorted in amusement. "Oh, Miss Lovegood – such a simple misdirection, yes, very worthy of a Ravenclaw. It also explains why you were booked in the other Wizarding suite."
"Wizarding suite?" Harry turned toward Snape as they came to the small alcove where their doors were.
"Yes, these two premier suites on board the Queen Mary are set aside for discerning wizard and witches." Snape leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Did you not notice the Locking and Silencing Charms?"
Harry just contained the shiver of desire that shot through him as Snape's breath brushed his cheek. "Yes…I just thought someone else left them there, I didn't know that there were special suites."
The corner of Snape's mouth twitched as Harry watched as the dark eyes dropped to his lips. It was all he could do not to strain upward, to tilt his head in open invitation for a kiss, but Snape straightened up, turning towards his door.
"Charming to see you again, Harry, perhaps we can arrange drinks at some point." Snape looked over his shoulder at him, dark eyes raking Harry's body. "Or, if you're so inclined, you can join me on the deck for breakfast. I'll be there at seven."
Harry tried to nod, but Snape had already vanished. Fishing his key out of his trouser pocket, Harry all but groaned as he brushed his aching cock. He left a trail of tuxedo as he headed for the shower and a less than satisfying wank.
*****
Severus had his throbbing cock in hand before his heard Harry's door slam shut. Banishing his formal wear with a flick of his wand, Severus sighed as the cool air met his heated skin. Bloody brat had no idea of how alluring he was, with his innocent blushes and eager responses, all infused with that incredible power. The image of Harry on his knees, spectacular eyes staring up at him as Severus' cock slid between his lips, was Severus undoing. A sensual tingle of magic brushed his skin from the next room and Severus' vision grayed as he came hard.
Retrieving his wand from the floor, Severus cleaned up his mess and Summoned his dressing gown. His hastily contrived plan of earlier that evening had worked beautifully, except that it had the opposite results than he'd envisioned. Instead of embarrassing and intimidating Harry, it had confirmed a strong sexual attraction. Severus pondered the situation for a moment, perhaps he could teach Harry a few things in the next two weeks that would be mutually satisfying.
His mind continued to dwell on the subject as he savored a snifter of fine brandy, wondering about the apparent changes Harry had undergone in the past few years. If Harry wanted to experiment, Severus could hardly turn down the opportunity to introduce the young man to the ways of physical gratification. Severus knew he could be a generous lover, Harry wouldn't be able to claim any different under his tutelage.
His dreams that night seemed determined to torment Severus with images of Harry, hard and needy, reaching for him, only to disappear as Severus reached for him. Waking with his chest heaving, Severus resolved to keep the relationship purely physical, as he had no desire to inflict any emotional turmoil on either of them when they parted.
Severus smirked when he found Harry pacing outside his door in the morning, even as the bright smile he received brought a twinge to Severus' chest. His eyes took in the soft blue jumper and snug jeans as Severus nodded in greeting.
"Shall we stroll around the deck for a moment before we eat?" Severus didn't wait for an answer, setting off down the corridor.
Harry easily fell into step beside him as they stepped outside. The ocean breeze was brisk, but the sun warm as they set a pace which permitted conversation. Severus was relieved to discover Harry could actually carry on an intelligent conversation. Allowing Harry to determine the direction of their discussion, Severus was surprised by the self-disparaging tone which Harry used as he spoke quietly about his perceived failure as an Auror.
"You missed an opportunity to save me from my own idiocy on that one," Harry said softly as they paused at the rail.
"Perhaps you just weren't meant to be an Auror," Severus suggested, keeping his tone even as he watched a school of flying fish soar between waves. "Your mother always wanted to be a healer and you have definitely inherited her nurturing nature, so it is possible your talents lie more in that direction."
The smile that blossomed on Harry's face did amazing things to Severus’ libido, and Severus found he rather liked making Harry smile.
"Was my mum a nice person, sir?"
"I believe it is time for you to address me as Severus, and yes, Lily was very nice. She was warm, caring, and gracious. She would have been very proud of you."
The smile faded as Harry looked away, hands gripping the rail. "I'm not so sure. I don't seem to be able to do anything right lately."
"I can't help believing that this might have something to do with young Ginny Weasley." Severus was curious about the cause of that broken engagement.
Harry snorted. "Rather awkward when your fiancée tells you that you're gay."
Reaching over, Severus stroked his fingers over the back of Harry's hand, savoring the desire that shot through him.
"How fortunate for me that she did." Severus let the words hang between them for a moment, before sliding his hand along Harry's arm. "But breakfast before ravishment."
Harry's laugh was full of promise as Severus led him towards the dining room.
*****
Harry became increasingly nervous as they headed back towards their rooms after eating. Not that he'd been able to eat much, nerves and anticipation making him slightly queasy. His body was already hard and throbbing and Harry was mortified that he'd climax with Severus' first touch. Trying to calm himself, Harry took several deep breaths as they moved silently down the corridor.
Harry didn't expect the nod he got from Severus as they got to their doors, nor for the older man to disappear into his stateroom, leaving Harry gaping at the door Severus closed behind him. Numb, Harry let himself into his own suite, where he stood for a moment, staring stupidly out at the sea. The sea had turned rough, matching the turbulent thoughts in Harry mind.
Opening the slider, Harry was about to step out onto the balcony when he heard a sharp knock on the connecting door. Pulling out his wand, Harry found that the magic spells had been removed. His heart in his throat, Harry opened his side, falling back when he found a scowling Snape on the other. Severus advanced on him.
"If you have suddenly changed your mind, Potter, you could at least have the dignity to apprise me before you abandon…"
Harry's heart lurched – somehow they must have misunderstood each other – and he grabbed Severus' arm, dragging him into the room. Without bothering to consider his actions, Harry flung himself at Severus. One thing he did know how to do was kiss, and Harry pressed his lips to Severus' desperately, glasses mashing against his nose. For one long, horrifying moment, Severus stood motionless, before wrapping his arms around Harry and taking control of the kiss.
Gently, Severus calmed Harry's frantic pace, pulling his glasses off, nipping and soothing his bottom lip until Harry sighed. Tongues tangling, Harry pressed closer, giving himself up to the most arousing kiss he had ever experienced. Never had a kiss made his body throb with desire, and this was nothing like the soft, pleasant snogs he'd shared with Ginny. There was nothing soft about kissing Severus, it was hot and demanding, and Harry felt like he couldn't get enough. He heard a whimper and was afraid it was his, but Harry didn't care, his body was on fire.
A hand slid down to still his hips, which seemed to be moving in time with Harry's tongue. A brush of magic and Harry smiled as he realized he was naked, pressed against Severus' skin. Tearing his mouth away, Harry nuzzled Severus' throat, his tongue tentatively darting out for a taste. Salty, tangy, rather like the man himself, and Harry decided he liked it, licking along Severus' jaw line. The groan that vibrated through Severus' throat made Harry grin and he did it again.
"If you are determined to devour me, at least allow me to lie down so you don't strain anything," Severus said in a mocking tone as he maneuvered Harry backwards.
Harry snickered, allowing Severus to guide him to the couch and settle them both on it. Immediately rolling on top of Severus, Harry straddled him, hissing as their cocks slid together, Severus' hand skimmed along Harry's legs, thumbs stroking his inner thighs. Encouraged, Harry leaned forward, kissing Severus while his fingers trailed down to the ridged scar tissue on the right side of his neck. Following with his lips, Harry was determined to taste every part of Severus, glorying in the hard firm muscles of his shoulders and chest, pausing to suck on one of the dusky pink nipples.
Severus arched upward, hissing as he threaded one hand into Harry's hair and pulled him in for a kiss. The other hand splayed across Harry's arse, pressing down and encouraging Harry to thrust against him. The slide of their cocks against each other made Harry's breath catch and Severus devoured his mouth as Harry rocked against him, moaning as his body clenched and his release spilled between them. Severus stiffened and quietly sighed, Harry delighted when he felt hot liquid join his own.
A whisper of magic tingled across his skin as Severus shifted on the couch. Harry pressed closer, almost afraid that Severus would try to get up and leave, but the hand stroking his back didn't stop. The breeze blowing in off the sea had a cool edge to it and Harry lifted his hand, silently Summoning a light blanket from the closet.
A snort from the direction of the connecting door made Harry jump, but Severus held him firmly.
"Did you need something, Kurt?" Severus' tone was mild, but with underlying steel.
"Wizards! Always so smug and casual about their magic." The blond moved about, straightening the suite, his voice tinged with humor. "It's a good thing these suites are warded!"
Harry buried his face in Severus' throat with a groan, feeling the vibration as Severus spoke.
"You are a Squib. And a Malfoy relation, if I were to hazard a guess?"
"Yes, Mr. Snape, on my mother's side, and yes, the magical ability of a teabag." Kurt's voice held a smile. "Which doesn't earn me many invitations to family reunions in Wiltshire."
"But makes you eminently suitable to understand the needs of any Wizarding clientele aboard the Queen Mary."
"Yes, sir, plus the Vow of Silence that I took makes it impossible to tell anyone that, say, the Chosen One is on board. I even keep an owl if you should need to post anything home. Please call me if you need anything, gentlemen."
Harry snickered, too relaxed to be embarrassed.
*****
Severus had never had the pleasure of teaching such an enthusiastic pupil nor one with such obvious natural talent in the subject. Harry's tongue lapped over his cock, teasing the slit before engulfing him into that wet heat. Sliding his fingers into Harry's tousled hair, Severus allowed himself several moments of utter bliss before tugging firmly.
"You have a sinfully wicked mouth, Mr. Potter, but we have a new lesson to learn this evening."
Severus smirked as Harry made a sound of protest before Severus pulled him up. Catching Harry's wandering hands in one of his, Severus leisurely kissed him as he straddled the slender hips. The past few days had been idyllic, with time passing quickly as they had sought to establish a relationship. There were subjects deemed off-limits by mutual agreement, such topics as James Potter, Sirius Black, and Severus' teaching style, but otherwise they seemed to get on remarkably well. Their physical and sexual compatibility had been incredible, Severus finding that for the first time in many years of having an aversion to being touched, he actually didn't mind being touched by Harry.
Their sexual lessons had not yet included intercourse, a step that Severus didn't want to take until he was sure that Harry was ready and willing. Pulling back, Severus decided that Harry was indeed ready to transition to the next level of fulfillment. He sat back on his haunches, fingers lingering on Harry's skin.
"Up! Turn over and get on your knees."
Harry scrambled to comply, a fine shiver running through his body at Severus' words. Rubbing a hand over Harry's lower back, Severus Summoned the jar of lubricant from his bedside stand, glad they had ended up in his room that night, and set it beside him. Running his fingers over Harry's arse, Severus separated his cheeks and leaned forward to run his nose down between them. With a slow motion, Severus tasted Harry, loving the delicious, needy sounds that he made as Severus lapped at his entrance. Bringing his thumbs closer, Severus began to slowly press one through the muscles, pausing momentarily any time Harry whimpered. It was a slow process, but well worth the effort, as Severus finally managed to get the thumb knuckle-deep.
Reaching for the lube, Severus shifted back, nipping at one, and then the other of Harry's cheeks. Sliding his thumb out, he easily slid two fingers in and began to stretch Harry. Crooking one finger, he brushed over the small nub of nerves, causing to Harry shout and jerk.
"What was that?" Harry panted, pushing back against him. "Do it again!"
"Demanding whelp!" Severus growled as he stroked over the prostate once again, incredibly aroused by Harry's response.
"Oh, fuck, Severus! Hurry up!"
"You will thank me later for properly preparing you for your first time." Severus found he was panting.
"I want to see you!" Harry rocked backward.
"No, not this first time." Severus added a third finger and a generous amount of lubricant. "It is going to burn, possibly painfully, and this position will help minimize the worst of it."
As Harry whimpered in disappointment, Severus decided he was ready and slowly removed his fingers. Severus used one hand to gingerly slick his erection before guiding himself to Harry’s entrance. Pressing forward, he pushed past the guardian muscles, pausing for a moment to allow Harry to adjust. Severus eased himself slowly into the hot velvet, bracing his hands on Harry's hips as he struggled to keep his pace slow.
Harry, ever impatient, rocked back with a sob, impaling himself on the hard cock, robbing Severus of his breath. Severus pulled back slightly and thrust in, sheathing himself, his balls slapping against his lover. Harry clutched at his pillow, his words incoherent, and rocking back and forth, encouraging him to move. Severus gritted his teeth, holding on desperately to his control as he began to move; slow, short strokes gave way to long, deep ones as the tension became unbearable. He felt Harry tighten, his muscles spasming around Severus as he came explosively, and Severus pulled back before slamming deep, filling Harry with his release.
Shattered, Severus just managed to collapse to one side, pulling Harry down with him as he tamped down on the emotions swirling inside. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced and Severus struggled to keep things in perspective. He only had a week left before he had to return to Hogwarts and Harry would be off to see the world for an additional three months. Gathering Harry tightly to his chest, Severus vowed not to let anything interfere with the days they had left, keeping their time companionable and peaceful, two friends sharing the adventure of discovering ancient architecture, quiet strolls on the deck, and their nights pleasuring each other.
"Bloody hell, Severus!" Harry muttered into his throat. "I want to do that next!"
Severus was appalled to find he was actually considering letting Harry top, when he felt a sigh against his skin.
"At least that licking thing," Harry said, trailing off into a snore, and Severus smiled.
*****
Harry stood at the railing as the Queen Marry II pulled out of Southampton once again. A chill went through him as the breeze kicked up, his eyes lingering on the rapidly shrinking harbor. They had made love all night and Harry had clung to the childish belief that Severus would simply stay, but Severus had always been about duty before pleasure. It had been Severus' parting words that had torn asunder any delusions Harry might have had that this could be anything other than a shipboard romance.
"Thank you," Severus had told him, slowly pulling away from Harry after their last kiss. "It has been a most delightful interlude. Perhaps when you return from seeing the world, we can have dinner together."
Severus had stroked his thumb across Harry's lips before turning and walking away. It was at that moment that Harry learned a heart could truly break; his only consolation was that he hadn't made a fool of himself by telling Severus how deeply he loved him.
*****
Time seemed to slow to a turtle's pace as Severus went through the next few weeks, his thoughts drifting to Harry with more frequency than was compatible with a holiday affair. It was just envy, Severus reasoned as he sat at his desk the second weekend in May, that Harry was sailing around the world, with nothing to do but relax, eat, and…
Severus growled low in his throat at the thought of his Harry with anyone else, before groaning at his own thoughts. Capping his inkwell, Severus laid down his quill and pushed back from the desk. He paced to the window, sneering at the sight of groups of students revising for their OWLS and NEWTS, knowing they were all that stood between him and a very comfortable retirement. Perhaps he'd even see if Harry might want company on the last leg of his voyage – they could celebrate the brat's twenty-fifth birthday somewhere warm.
The tapping of an owl pulled Severus from his thoughts and he frowned at the unfamiliar brown bird. Letting it in, Severus checked for spells and jinxes before gingerly taking the scroll.
"The Owlery will have food and water." Severus shooed the owl out, closing the window before returning to his desk.
Glancing at the signature at the bottom, Severus was surprised to find the letter was from Kurt, the butler on the Queen Mary. He skimmed the words before stopping and going back to read again, slowly.
Mr Snape,
I realize you are a busy man and so I won't mince my words. If what you shared with Harry…
Harry? Severus scowled.
If what you shared with Harry was truly a holiday affair, you needn't read any further. However, if there is perhaps something else there, even fond affection, then I appeal to you for assistance.
Harry has not left his stateroom since you departed the ship, and in the past week has become violently ill. He believes it to be seasickness, but we have been sailing through calm waters. Harry refuses to speak to the ship's doctor or allow me to accompany him off-ship to find a magical healer. Unfortunately, Harry continues to grow weaker, seems unable to keep food down, and hasn't ventured out of bed in several days.
I wondered if I could ask you to send him a note persuading him to see the doctor or if you knew of a potion I could acquire for Harry?
Thank you for your assistance, your humble servant, Kurt.
A sharp pain exploded in his chest, causing Severus to gasp as he reread the letter for a third time. Harry was ill? To the extent that he was unable to function? Severus closed his eyes. The brat needed a personal minder! And no one else had ever managed to keep Potter out of harm's way as effectively as Severus had – after all, he'd years of practice!
With his wand, Severus envisioned Harry's face as they had made love and Summoned his Patronus, sending her to Minerva. Another tap of his wand brought the Head house-elf, who appeared, already bowing deeply. Issuing his instructions in precise, clipped tones, Severus was already sorting his personal papers into piles while the house-elf bowed himself out with a crack.
"Severus? What is the meaning of this?" Minerva's voice was brusque, but after so many years, Severus heard the underlying concern.
"The students need only take their final exam, Minerva, and the term will be over. The house-elves will see to my belongings and I leave you with a clean desk, so I don't see any reason not to move my retirement date up."
Minerva crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing into a scowl, and delivered a remarkable impersonation of, well, him. Severus sighed, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose. The old tabby was the only one to whom he'd confided when he'd returned from his holiday and about whom he'd spent it with.
"Thank Merlin that you've finally come to your senses! You've been moping around here since you returned, as surly as a Hungarian Horntail with a sore tooth!"
Severus mirrored her stance with an indignant expression. "I may have been a bit introspective…" Minerva snorted, "…but this is more about the missive I received that indicated Potter has fallen ill and once again needs…"
Minerva's whole demeanor changed instantly. "Harry's sick? What's the matter with him?"
Struggling to keep the worry out of his voice, Severus consulted the butler's letter. "A stomach malady of some type, hasn't left his cabin, and is apparently extremely nauseated…"
Minerva snatched the parchment out of his hand, moving much quicker than Severus would have thought possible. Feeling his face heat as his old professor read the note and learned exactly what kind of relationship he'd had with Harry, Severus stood stiffly, awaiting the scathing rhetoric he was sure would follow.
"Severus?" Minerva pinned him with a steely gaze. "Have you considered the possibility that Harry is pregnant?"
Severus' stomach lurched, surely that couldn't be a possibility? That would take an extremely powerful wizard who possessed a deep and abiding love for his partner.
"Yes, Severus, it certainly would." Minerva agreed in a superior tone of voice and Severus realized he'd spoken out loud. "Add to that his desperate desire for a family, and it isn't out of the realm of possibility."
Minerva handed the parchment back and Severus stared at the words written there with a new mindset. Could Harry truly love him? He knew his own feelings, having dissected and analyzed them minutely since his return, and had decided that Harry was better off without him. But if Harry was in fact pregnant with Severus' child, then he had to love Severus, too, that was the way conception magic worked in same sex couples. With the strength of Harry's magic, it was a real possibility, Severus admitted, ignoring the thrill of delight that surged through him.
"Regardless of the reason for illness, it proves that Harry is in need of a keeper," Severus told her in a reasonable tone. "And as I am the most experienced in keeping the brat alive, I will execute that responsibility."
Snorting, Minerva patted his arm. "Brilliant idea! I will gather up stomach potions and a pregnancy indicator for you while you pack, Severus. Just be absolutely sure that you are willing to involve yourself fully with whatever the outcome. Harry will never accept anything but complete involvement, nor does he deserve any less."
Her words continued to run through his head as Severus quickly made the needed arrangements. Having a child of his own was something Severus had never considered possible, now he found that he was not adverse to the idea. A child, quiet and studious, who Severus could share his love of brewing with, intelligence shining from brilliant green eyes. Severus might even allow Harry to take their child flying, after the child had turned twenty-five.
*****
Vomiting is the one thing in the world that I absolutely detest, Harry reflected, as he emptied his stomach into the toilet once again. The small seed of worry that had begun to form last week was now fully sprouted, and Harry was ready to give into Kurt's demand that he see the ship's doctor. A gentle hand brushed his hair out of his face and held it as Harry retched again, making him feel better, but irritating at the same time. He feebly pushed at it as he flushed.
"Please, Kurt, I can manage."
A warm flannel stroked over his lips, a rich voice muttering in his ear. "I beg to differ, Mr. Potter. From what I see, you need a full time keeper to mind you."
Sagging, Harry was caught by strong arms and hauled slowly to his feet. Leaning back, he closed his eyes tightly, hoping against hope that this was not another instance where he wished so hard that Severus was here that he could actually hear the man talk to him.
"I don't need…"
"And I thought I would apply for the position as I am eminently qualified to be a minder of impertinent brats, and seem to find myself without any gainful employment with which to occupy my time."
Harry was turned firmly around and sharp eyes searched his face. A dark wand appeared in Severus' hand and Harry watched, fascinated by the silent movement of the thin lips. The wand was replaced in his line of sight by a crystal vial of light blue potion, which Harry drank without protest. Unable to stop the grimace at the taste, Harry held his breath as his stomach rolled again, greatly relieved when it instantly settled. A glass of water appeared next and Severus held it while Harry took several cautious sips.
"Have you experienced any elevated body temperatures or cramping when you are nauseated?"
Smiling at the clipped tone, Harry allowed himself to be enfolded against Severus, shaking his head. The arm around his waist was tight, solid evidence that this was really Severus and not a figment of his tired mind.
"Severus? How did you…?"
"Miss Lovegood made the necessary arrangements." Severus pulled him closer. "I had already planned to rejoin you on your holiday, the note from Kurt only made the timing more imperative."
"I should have known," Harry muttered, only to find himself suddenly held at arm's length.
"You should have told me you were ill!"
Harry narrowed his eyes, ignoring the lump in his throat. "You left, Severus, like we were no more than acquaintances! Why would I have sent you a note telling you I'd gotten seasick?"
Severus' eyes swept his face, his expression fierce. "Because I care, idiot."
Blinking, Harry tilted his head. "Do you, Severus?"
"Yes."
Harry could only stand there clinging as Severus kissed him with breathtaking tenderness. It was an affirmation of Harry's deepest desires. Pulling away slowly, Harry was surprised when Severus pushed a white plastic stick into his hand.
"What's this?"
"You need to urinate on the end, there, see?"
Harry frowned as he read the words printed on the plastic, Pregnant + / Not Pregnant – "But, this is a Muggle Pregnancy test, Hermione used one…" He looked up at Severus' face, but didn't see any hint of humor.
It couldn't be possible, could it? Harry turned back to the toilet, following Severus' directions with trembling fingers. Severus' arms came around him as they both stood silently for a long moment, staring as the "+" changed color.
"Magic is incredibly powerful, my Harry," Severus told him smugly.
Harry fainted, right into Severus' waiting arms.
*****
"Papa?"
A warm weight wiggled on Severus' lap as he read the Evening Prophet in his chair. Setting the paper aside, he looked down into his son's angelic face, the fine, black fringe falling into brilliant green eyes. Eyes that occasionally twinkled in a disturbingly familiar way, making Severus uncomfortable enough to research reincarnation.
"Yes, Gabriel?"
The almost-five-year-old snuggled in Severus' lap with a beguiling smile. "I think Daddy's angry with me."
Severus lifted an eyebrow. "Did you accidently turn Daddy's Snitch blue again?"
"No, Papa! I only forgot to knock when I went into the ba'troom and Daddy was going to the bat'room on a little, white wand." Gabriel turned those eyes up at him, beseeching him. "I told Daddy I was sorry, but he looked like he was gonna cry!"
It took a moment to process the child's rapid-fire speech, and Severus felt his heart palpitate for an instant. Since Gabriel had been born, both he and Harry had hoped they would be blessed with another child, but despite their best efforts, they had been unable to conceive. Severus couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face, he knew their inability hadn't been from lack of trying.
"Perhaps Daddy was just startled, Gabriel," Severus told him, brushing the fringe back.
"Yes, Gabby, you did startle me," Harry said as he lifted Gabriel off Severus' lap and took his place, settling them while Severus' arms adjusted to hold them both. "I was trying to confirm a surprise that I was going to give you and Papa for your birthdays tomorrow."
Severus slid his hand around Harry's waist to splay over his abdomen, meeting Harry suspiciously damp eyes. "An early birthday present? I don't think either Gabriel or I would mind that."
"Please, Daddy!" Gabriel bounced excitedly on Harry's lap.
"How would you like to be a big brother, Gabby?" Harry's eyes never left Severus', the elation and love that filled them a precious gift in and of itself.
"I getta be a big brother, Daddy? Brilliant!"
Gabriel bounced on Harry's lap as Severus leaned over his head to kiss Harry deeply, showing what he still had trouble verbalizing. Their son pushed his face between theirs until they were each kissing a cheek as he laughed with delight. Harry smiled at Severus as Gabriel hugged his Daddy.
"I'll try to be better this time around, Severus."
Severus felt his lips curve upwards. "If you mean the neurotic, obsessive behaviors you exhibited during the pregnancy with Gabriel, it is no problem. I am my beloved's keeper."
"Thank Merlin!" Harry smiled. "I do deserve the best!"