snarryhols (snarryhols) wrote in snarry_holidays, @ 2007-12-04 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, rated: nc-17 |
Changes, for treewishes
Title: Changes (2/2)
Author: irana
Giftee: treewishes
Word Count: 10,287
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Warnings: Shifting POV's, drama, AU, smattering of UST and then the hawt mansecks
Disclaimer: No money is being made here. If it were, I'd be rich and blonde and British.
Summary: What if Snape's death was really a way for him to truly begin his life?
Go back to part I
*~*~*
The next morning found Severus awake and staring in some at the clothing that had apparently been brought there with him in mind. He'd been surprised to discover several new robes in his old style in the wardrobe, including an exact replica of his dueling robes. Dressed comfortably once more, Severus ventured down to the kitchen in search of a spot of tea, and found Hermione Granger at table, with a dish of scones in front of her and a clean teacup and saucer sitting across from her.
"Good morning, Sir," she greeted. "Would you care for a cup of tea?"
Numbly, Severus nodded and sat down as Granger floated the empty cup to her place, poured, and floated it back to him, along with the saucer of milk and the bowl of sugar.
"I'm so very glad Harry found you , Sir," she said respectfully as he sent the dish of scones and an empty plate his way.
"How did you know I was here?" he asked.
"I didn't. I've been here every morning for an hour at breakfast time in case Harry returned." In the past, every time Harry had returned empty handed, he'd been despondent for days, though she didn't bother explaining that to Snape.
"How long have I been… away?" Severus asked, unable to make himself say the word 'dead' just then.
"Five months," she replied quietly as she took a sip of her tea.
"Pray enlighten me as to how this has come to be," he demanded.
"Perhaps Harry," Hermione began.
"Had I wished to suffer through a floundering recitation of the events after my demise, I would have required Potter to provide me with answers," Severus interrupted. "As I wish as concise a recounting as possible, you will give me the answers I seek."
Hermione ducked her head to hide the smile of relief on her lips. Whatever death had done to her former professor, he was no less himself, and she couldn't help but be pleased for Harry's sake. "Of course, Sir," she said, and immediately launched into her story from the moment they left him in the shack.
By the time she was done, Severus had consumed his tea and several scones – having forced himself to remain silent despite his wish to refute her on several points – and found himself filled with conflicting emotions where Harry Potter was concerned.
When he'd left his room for the kitchen this morning his intention had been to ponder the coalescing memories of being a predatory feline. Instead, he'd been given more to process, some of it quite shocking. The very idea that Potter had been the first to believe he was still alive, that Potter had gone back to the Shack to retrieve his body for burial left him reeling.
Even more shocking was the thoroughness with which the boy – no, he wasn't a boy any longer, was he? – the man had planned his retrieval. He'd left nothing to chance, had given Severus no means of escape from his presence save Spinner's End. Why had he gone to all that trouble? What could he possibly hope to gain? Regardless of how Severus looked at it in his mind, he could see no particular advantage for the other man, and it left him utterly puzzled.
"This has been most informative," Severus said as he stood. He gave Hermione a little bow and swept from the room, returning to the room he'd claimed for his use to consider the enigma that was Harry Potter. Clearly the boy had truly become a man, and despite hearing about his battle with the Dark Lord, Severus dearly wished he'd been around to see it.
Whatever else he may have thought left his mind with the knock on his door. "Yes?"
"It's me S.. er, Professor," came the voice of the very man he'd been thinking of.
"What is it, Potter?"
"Um, I'd like… may I come in?" Harry asked.
Sighing, Severus waved his wand and removed the ward he'd automatically cast behind him. The door swung open and Severus smirked at the younger man. "Did you plan to stand there or actually enter the room?" he taunted.
Flushing, Harry stepped inside the room and closed the door behind himself. "You'd mentioned questions," he said as neutrally as he could manage. Truth all told, he wasn't at all certain what Severus was likely to ask first, and he wasn't entirely sure he was prepared for the interrogation this was likely to turn into.
"Did you really arrange to purchase the land in Cornwall?" Severus asked immediately.
Of all the questions Harry had anticipated, that wasn't one of them. A sheepish smile pulled at his lips as he responded, "Heard about that, did you?" When Severus simply stared at him in lieu of an answer, Harry ran a hand through his already messy hair and nodded. "I did. It seemed the simplest way of protecting the animals you'd spent so much time caring for," he answered.
"Why?"
Harry gave him a look that Severus found himself unable to identify. "Would you have stayed if your deer were in danger?"
Unwilling to consider that Potter had that much knowledge of his character – despite whatever his memories may have revealed – Severus simply asked another question. "Where did the clothing in the wardrobe come from?" Granted, it wasn't what he'd meant to ask, but it would do, especially as it appeared to be another question Potter hadn't anticipated. He watched with interest as Potter's flush deepened.
"Um, I had them made. Er… once it occurred to me that you… well, I found your robes and…" He trailed off and turned away. "It seemed the thing to do. I couldn't imagine going through your personal items simply to find your clothing."
Severus regarded him in silence for long minutes before he finally asked, "Did you truly tell the Dark Lord that I had never been his?"
Harry nodded. It had felt… freeing… at the time, but now he couldn't imagine Severus to be pleased with him.
"May I see?" Severus found his mouth saying quite without his permission.
Harry nodded, then stood and left the room long enough to fetch his pensieve. He set it down on the dresser next to Severus once he returned and carefully pulled the memory of his battle with Voldemort from his ear, transferred it to the pensieve, then sat back to wait while Severus viewed it.
It was one thing to hear about Potter defeating the Dark Lord; it was another thing entirely to actually see it. He couldn't help but be impressed with the way Potter had handled the situation. It gave him an odd sense of connection to Potter, particularly the fact that they'd both died that day, and Severus found himself even more unsettled after he'd viewed the memory than he had been before.
"I suppose you'll want to tell people I'm alive," he said once he'd recovered a bit of his balance.
Harry shrugged. "That ought to be your decision I think." Frankly, he couldn't imagine Severus telling everyone that he'd survived because he wasn't entirely all human, especially since he hadn't exactly boasted about being a Half-blood, although the bit about Nagini finding him worthy of her might make up for that. Speaking of… "Do you know Nagini's real name? What it was I mean," he added. He felt sorry for the Naga actually. The fact that she hadn't told Voldemort her name clearly said she hadn't wanted to be bound to him.
Severus nodded. "A mass of s, h and t unpronounceable to anyone save a Parselmouth," he said in response. He was rather surprised that Potter didn't want the attention he'd no likely receive for locating Snape, but he acknowledged that very little of what he'd expected Potter to be like was actually correct.
Harry nodded. "Did you have any other questions?"
Severus raised a brow. "When I do you will be aware of it."
Harry stood, went to the pensieve, and retrieved his memories. "I still have your memories if you'd like them back," he said softly.
Severus looked at him in shock. He wasn't certain what he'd expected Potter to do with them, but he certainly hadn't expected he'd keep them. He nodded stiffly and turned away.
"I'll see you get them, then," Harry said, and slipped quietly from the room.
*~*~*
The next few weeks were interesting for all concerned. Ron came with Hermione to visit Harry one morning that first week for breakfast – Ginny behind them, having convinced them she wanted to see for herself that Harry was really alright – and froze at the sight of Snape sitting across from Harry having tea. Snape immediately assumed a protective stance in front of Harry when Ron stopped at the door. When Ginny stepped from around Ron, she also froze, but it was more the dangerous warning growl that came from Snape at her presence than the unhappy look on Harry's face.
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and asked quietly, "Why is she here?"
Hermione looked at Ron who shrugged helplessly. "She said she wanted to see for herself that you were all right. Wouldn't leave it alone," Ron replied.
"I'm right here," Ginny replied testily. She shot an ugly look at Snape then asked Harry, "What's he doing here? I thought he was dead."
Harry tensed slightly before he stepped to stand next to Severus. "He's here because I wanted him here."
Ginny opened her mouth to protest and Severus growled once more; the sound was distinctly menacing this time. Harry placed a hand on Severus' arm and said coldly, "I think it's time you left, Ginny. You're not welcome here."
Hermione put a restraining hand on Ron's arm when he looked as though he were about to say something and said before he could speak, "We'll see her home, Harry." She'd spoken to Ron about how Harry felt about Snape as well as the argument Harry had had with Ginny, and while Ron had seemed to understand that Ginny had royally hacked Harry off, it was apparent he hadn't understood just how badly.
She snagged Ginny's arm and dragged her from the room, heading for the door, Ron nodding slowly at Harry before he'd followed. Harry sighed, turned to Severus and apologised, and wasn't at all surprised when the man returned to Spinner's End later that day.
Severus stayed away from a week before something drove him to seek Harry out once more. He wasn't certain what it was that compelled him to be near the other man – although he suspected it had a great deal to do with his feline instincts – so he purposefully avoided thinking about it while he was in Harry's presence. He also had no idea when Potter had become Harry, but he suspected it was shortly after that confrontation with the Weasely girl.
The first thing Harry noticed when Severus began visiting with him was that the man looked… well, cleaner. His hair was much less greasy – although it wasn't exactly full and bouncy – and his skin looked better. He even smelled a bit less like potions ingredients or the musty smell that had permeated Spinner's End and stuck in Harry's clothing. Research into his new state of existence was Severus' reason for returning.
With each successive visit, Harry noticed other things; things he was fairly certain Severus hadn't even realized he was doing. Every so often as they talked, Severus would rub his arm or leg against Harry's; if they were sharing a book or notes, Severus would butt up against Harry with his head when Harry found something helpful in much the same way a cat would do.
It all came to a head one night when Hermione fire called as they were sitting on the sofa in the sitting room and Harry turned to the fireplace at the sound of her gasped breath. Severus had been sitting with his head resting against Harry's occasionally butting him gently as they'd read from the same book on Naga gifts. From Hermione's vantage point, it had looked as though Harry were being nuzzled. The sound of her surprised gasp had brought Severus to an awareness of just what it was he'd been doing, and he'd said his goodbyes and left.
That had been three weeks ago, and Harry hadn't seen him since.
*~*~*
Right then, Harry thought. Enough is enough. If he won't come to me, then I'll just go to him. That decided, Harry headed for his room and his wardrobe, tossing clothing on the bed as he tried to decide what to wear. He'd never really paid attention to his clothes; Hermione had always pointed out things that looked good and he'd bought them, so he knew he at least matched and wore clothing that was in style, but generally, he just didn't think about it.
He couldn't afford to do that today; today he had to look good.
Harry hadn't expected Severus to stay gone so long. When the end of the first week had rolled around, he'd expected to see the other man within the next few days. He hadn't. Then he'd gotten a copy of the Prophet, and the headlines all had something to do with Severus Snape, the war hero who had returned from the dead. Once he'd seen that he'd figured he wouldn't see Severus until the end of the week at least.
The end of the week had arrived, but Severus hadn't.
Hermione had come by at the beginning of this past week and he'd found himself babbling to her about how much he missed Severus. He hadn't realized just how comfortable he'd grown to having Severus present in Grimmauld. He definitely hadn't realized how much he'd missed the touching.
Hermione had looked at him over the rim of her teacup and said, "You do know what he was doing, don't you?"
Harry had frowned and said, "Um, no." It hadn't occurred to him that Severus had been doing anything specific at all.
Hermione had sighed then said, "Sometimes I forget how thick you can be. He was marking you, Harry. All that arm and leg rubbing? It's just like a cat claiming his territory. He even growled at Ginny, for Merlin's sake. He didn't back down until you put your hand on his arm. That head butting/rubbing thing he did? That's called 'bunting'. It's a sign of affection." She shook her head. "Sometimes I think the only reason you managed to get together with Ginny was because she beat you over the head with how she felt for years."
Harry hadn't said anything; he hadn't been able to. It had never occurred to him that Severus might have felt anything at all for him… well, anything romantic in any case. He'd pretty much resigned himself to just having Severus' respect, and maybe his friendship, but Harry hadn't allowed himself to think past that.
Now though – at the end of the third Snape-less week – Harry was desperate. He hadn't been able to sleep properly, and everywhere he went, in everything that he did, he felt like he was missing something important. Harry missed the biting wit, the constant sarcasm, the way even when he said something nice, Severus did it in a back-handed manner.
He missed Severus Snape.
He had to see the man, and he had to make certain that this time, Severus stayed with him. Or he stayed with Severus. He wasn't particular which, so long as they ended up together. Finally he decided on a pair of black trousers he rarely wore that fit snugly across his arse when he moved, an emerald green silk shirt and a set of black robes with green embroidery on the edges. He looked at his reflection and flushed when the mirror whistled at him.
Looking at his hair and deciding that was as good as it was likely to get, he pulled on a heavy winter cloak and left Grimmauld.
*~*~*
Severus was going mad. He wanted – no needed - to see Harry, but his human instincts of self-preservation were battling his feline instincts for his mate. He snorted. Mate. How positively bestial of me. He sighed and went to pour himself a drink.
For all that he may want to deny it he knew exactly what Harry was to him, just as clearly as he knew the younger man would never feel the same.
Regardless of what respect Harry may have for him, feelings of friendship even if he was lucky, Harry would never see him as more than that. Certainly Harry had seemed to enjoy being touched by him, but he doubted Harry even knew what most of those touches – those actions – meant. It had been harder staying away from the other man than Severus had expected it to be, but he'd managed, and told himself he would continue to manage.
Lost in his own thoughts he started at the knock on his door. He took a second to check the wards and sighed, wondering if he simply ignored him, Harry - Potter, damn it - would go away. The knock came again and he stood to open it. Knowing the man on the other side of the door, he'd either keep knocking or find a way inside. Bowing to the inevitable, Severus opened the door and wordlessly stepped back. He felt relief wash through him just at the sight of Harry, and knew he had only been fooling himself into thinking he could continue to avoid him.
Harry stepped inside and was surprised at the difference. The house looked the same on the outside, but inside it was warmer, roomier and cleaner than it had been the last time he'd been there. All the dust was gone, the furniture was polished, the air smelled of outdoors and wood smoke and the furniture looked considerably less shabby. He grinned as it occurred to him that Severus' feline nature showed in more than just his actions towards Harry and his appearance.
Harry reached for the ties of his cloak and undid then, folding the cloak over the back of the nearest chair. He looked up in time to catch the fleeting look of need in Severus' eyes before he was masked by cool indifference, and he smothered the grin that wanted to take over his face.
"I suppose you'll be wanting tea as you've made yourself comfortable," Severus said as he moved away from the door he'd closed by reflex. "Do help yourself as I'm certain you know where everything is given the changes to my wards and the copious notes in Granger's hand I found littering my floor," he said as he seated himself in front of the fire, determined to ignore the way everything inside him screamed in protest, demanding he be closer to his mate.
"Not offering to serve a guest is bad manners, Severus," Harry said lightly, relaxing with the knowledge he wasn't about to be kicked out on his arse.
Severus raised a brow and lifted his glass from the small table he'd set it on. "Invited guests perhaps," he said as he took a sip, then added, "and I don't believe I requested your presence." Although I am quite grateful to have it, he thought.
"But you did invite me in when you opened the door," Harry countered, waving a hand to open the cupboard where he suspected Severus stored his alcohol before summoning a glass and moving to pour himself a brandy.
"Far be it from me to deny a modicum of hospitality to the most powerful wizard living," Severus responded as Harry took a seat once more. He injected as much resignation into his voice as he could muster and willfully ignored the pang he felt at the hurt that flashed across Harry's face before he ducked his head. It was for the best really. Harry couldn't possibly return his feelings, and there was no sense in torturing himself with what he couldn't have.
Harry took a healthy swig of his brandy, and then looked up at Severus with pleading eyes. "Don't do this," he said quietly.
Severus' brow climbed into his hairline as he forced himself to say, "Don't do what, exactly, Mr. Potter?"
"That," Harry replied. "That whole distancing yourself thing. You haven't called me Potter since the day you growled at Ginny."
It took everything in Severus not to hiss in displeasure at the mere mention of her name, but he managed. He opened his mouth to issue a scathing comment, only to be stopped before he could speak.
"Don't," Harry said. "I don't want to hear another word unless it's you explaining why you felt like you could rub your scent all over me, mark me, and then disappear for three weeks without so much as word."
That actually shocked Severus so much his mouth dropped open before he closed it with a snap. "I suppose Granger explained it to you," he snorted.
"I am capable of doing my own research, you know," Harry snapped. "Even if she hadn't pointed out what I was missing, it would have occurred to me eventually, or had you forgotten my Animagus form is a cat?"
Severus blinked and stood to refill his glass. He had forgotten that actually, although how he could have for even a moment was beyond him. "Transfiguring oneself into an animal that reasons is not the same thing as actually being one," Severus returned. "I would have expected even you to understand that."
Harry took a deep breath and told himself not to get angry. Not now. This was too important. "No, it isn't," Harry agreed. "But that's not to say that I don't have the instincts of a serval when I am one. You can't mark me as yours and then disappear without a word, Severus," he continued, bringing them back to the main subject.
"It was not a conscious decision on my part, and I am well aware that such an action is unwanted on your behalf," Severus bit out, voice tight.
"How do you know?" Harry challenged. "Did I say or do something to give you that impression? Did I object to you touching me? Did I give you any sign at all that attention from you was unwelcome?"
It occurred to Severus then that he hadn't seen anyone save Weasley and Granger within touching distance of Harry since he'd returned, except himself. In fact, even before he'd been forced to flee the school with Malfoy Harry had been very particular about who was allowed in his personal space. He couldn't remember a time before Nagini bit him that Harry had voluntarily shared space with him, yet Harry had been the one to find him; had in fact, searched for him, then once he'd found him had curled around him and offered his cloak to keep him warm, offered him the unconditional use of his home and sought him out more than once since then.
The significance of that was staggering.
Silence reigned for several minutes before Harry set his glass down and stood. "If you've changed your mind, if you don't want me, all you had to do was say so," he said quietly as he picked up his cloak. "I've gotten used to not getting what I want, but I'd thought at least I had your friendship. I wouldn't have asked for more," he continued as he pulled his cloak on, damning himself for ever thinking Severus – Snape – would want any sort of intimate relationship with him.
Harry had made it nearly to the door before the fact that he was leaving filtered into Severus' brain. Severus moved quickly, grabbed Harry's arm and spun him around. "Just where do you think you're going?" he demanded silkily.
The possessive tone shot straight to Harry's groin and he felt himself twitch in his trousers. "Severus?" he asked softly, hoping desperately he wasn't misreading things.
"Did you truly believe I would allow you to leave? After you came to me?" If there was even the slightest chance that Harry meant what he'd implied with his last statements – that he'd wanted more and wouldn't have asked because he'd believed Severus hadn't wanted anything of the sort from him – there was absolutely no conceivable way Harry would be going anywhere without him at his side.
Harry allowed a slow, sensual smile to spread across his lips. He may not have much experience at this sort of thing, but he wasn't a complete novice. "Planning to keep me?" he asked, voice low, eyes locked on Severus' face.
"Be very certain you wish to do this, Harry," Severus warned, the name almost a purr on his lips. "I do not easily relinquish what I have claimed as my own."
Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' neck and smirked. "That makes two of us," he said, and leaned forward to plant his lips on Severus'.
Divine, Severus thought. The taste of his mate's mouth, the smell of him, the feel of his body pressed against Severus was simply too good for mere words. Nothing had ever felt so natural in all of Severus' life. Every cell within his body pulsed with contentment and a sense of homecoming as he deepened the kiss, and Severus wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him closer as he moved them forward.
Harry moaned as his back connected with the door. He'd been completely unaware they'd even been moving, but the feel of that long, lithe body firmly against his had him arching his hips forward as a choked sound of need left his throat. Merlin, it was good, better than he'd imagined, better than anything he'd ever felt before in his life.
"Severus," Harry begged as that delicious mouth moved along his throat. "Please."
Severus pulled away and slid a hand down to clasp one of Harry's before turning and leading him up the stairs to the bedroom. He took a long considering look at the man before him – his mate, of all things – and smiled a smile that reminded Harry of the panther he'd seen terrorizing the hunters. "What do you want?" he asked silkily.
Harry shivered under both the look and the voice and barely managed to whisper, "You. Just you."
"Undress," Severus ordered. "Slowly."
Desire rioting in his blood, Harry slid the cloak and robes from his shoulders, then began on the buttons of his shirt. He kept his eyes on the black eyed Slytherin, pulse pounding as those eyes seemed to heat more with every inch of skin he displayed. He was almost certain he imagined the first low purr, but when it was repeated – louder this time – Harry's cock gave an appreciative jerk against the placket of his trousers and a small moan sounded in his throat.
Severus had been leaning against the wall, watching Harry divest himself of his clothing. He'd felt the soft purr before he heard it leave his throat, felt it grow and rumble from him once more. He watched the effect it had on Harry and decided not to fight it. Why, when Harry so clearly enjoyed the sound of it? He remembered the way Harry had leaned into the bunting, rubbing back in his own way, pressing his leg closer whenever Severus brushed a calf against him. He pushed away from the wall and began removing his own clothing, watching Harry carefully as he did so.
Harry whimpered as he pulled off his shoes and socks, and then stepped out of his trousers. Severus was taking his clothes off, and Harry wanted to touch him, taste him, be the one peeling him out of the material, but Severus pinned him in place with a look that clearly said 'Watch.' It was all he could do to keep from touching himself – somehow he thought Severus wouldn't be pleased – so he fisted his hands at his sides and followed every move Severus made like an addict waiting for their next hit.
Severus watched his mate with glittering eyes as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders and began on the buttons holding his trousers closed. He was enjoying himself – far more than he ever had in any other intimate situation – and it shocked him to realize just how much. He'd never felt this way before; primal, desirable, sexy. He wondered absently how much was his feline nature and how much was the fact that Harry was watching him like a man eying his last meal and relishing the prospect of every bite. He decided it was a bit of both as he shimmied out of the trousers with more grace than he every remembered possessing and crawled onto the bed.
"Come here," he said, voice a rolling purr.
Harry climbed onto the bed and stayed on his knees, facing his lover. He'd only had one other male lover, and that had been more of a drunken, furtive thing that this was. This was lights on, emotions tangled, and hopefully, not a one off. Hermione's words came back to him and he smiled, then gasped as Severus' head descended into his lap and the other man scented him. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced in his life. He moaned as he felt the slick slide of a wet tongue along the length of him, his hands going automatically to fist in Severus hair. "Fuck," he whispered, eyes falling shut in pleasure.
"Not yet," Severus said softly, and then blew a stream of cool air over the wet flesh. "I want to taste you first," he growled, then swallowed Harry whole.
Harry cried out at the feel of wet heat on his cock, Severus' tongue teasing the underside, dipping into the slit, lips closing around the crown as he pulled up and sucked hard. The rumbled purr that left Severus then had Harry rushing towards orgasm faster than he ever had in his life and he fought to hang on. He wanted to enjoy this.
Severus worked him ferociously, sucking greedily, needing the sate of Harry in his mouth. He moaned, realized it sounded more like a deep purr, then did it again, lifting a hand to cup Harry's sac and roll his bollocks.
"Oh… fuck… Sev'rus… please… can't…" The string of incoherent words was all Harry could manage, and when he came down Severus' throat his fingers tightened and his vision went white. He came to with a small groan, embarrassed beyond measure at how fast he'd gone off. He opened his eyes and gasped; Severus lay next to him, one hand slowly fisting the most beautiful prick he'd ever seen, and he slid down the bed and sucked the head of it into his mouth.
Severus hissed, then began to purr once more. His breath was short and his eyes screwed tight, and finally he lifted his hand from his prick to curl it in Harry's hair and yank him away. "I'm going to take you now," he warned. "And I'm going to take you hard, and frankly, I've haven't the patience to prepare you properly," he finished, grabbing for his wand. "Next time," he promised before he cast the spells that would relax and lubricate his lover. He pushed at Harry until the other man lay on his back, slid down his body and between his legs, pushed his thighs open, lined himself up and pushed in with one long, smooth stroke.
Twins cries of pleasure rent the air, and then Severus was moving; pulling back only to slide in deep and hard. Over and over and over, going deeper with each thrust. Harry gasped and screamed his pleasure, nails raking along Severus back, drawing blood, and the scent and feel of it only inflamed Severus more.
He pushed in harder, faster, needing more, wanting to climb inside Harry and never leave. "Touch yourself," he demanded from between his teeth. "I want to see it, want to feel you come around my cock."
Harry's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, but he did as he was bid, biting his lip to keep the scream of pleasure inside. Severus shifted position and Harry couldn't hold out any longer. Each thrust struck his prostate, helping his cock fill faster, and before he knew it, Harry was coming again.
The feel of Harry's muscles clenching down on him was all it took for Severus, and he leaned forward and shoved into Harry hard, biting down on the skin of his shoulder as he came. "Mine," he managed, before he collapsed, breath harsh in his lungs.
Harry wrapped his arms around Severus and held on. He never wanted to lose this, wanted to have this forever. "Um… Severus," he began hesitantly. "Tell me this isn't a one off," he said, the fingers of one hand shifting to caress the scars on Severus' throat. "I don't think I could handle it if it were."
"Idiot," Severus murmured fondly. "I'm a werepanther. Like all were creatures, we mate for life. If you had any thoughts of going elsewhere, I'd suggest you banish them now. I do not share."
Harry grinned and closed his eyes, arms tightening around the warm and welcome body pressing him into the sheets. "Neither do I," he replied, and sighed into the kiss Severus pressed to his lips.
~ Fin ~