Perfectly Satisfied
~
A burst of laughter followed him as he slipped out of the Great Hall. Leaving the celebration behind, Harry scanned the empty hallway for signs of life. He was sure he’d seen Severus heading this way... The sound of rapidly receding footsteps gave him an inkling of the direction the man had gone and Harry took off after him, his steps muffled by his trainers.
He was almost at the dungeons when he spotted Severus, robes snapping dramatically as he swept past stone walls and the occasional portrait.
“Severus!” he called. “Wait!”
Severus stopped but did not turn around. “What do you want?” he asked, his back to Harry.
“I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done,” Harry gasped, trying to catch his breath. “If it hadn’t been for you, we could never have won the war...”
“I suppose I should be grateful that you recognize that others had important parts to pay in this conflict,” Severus sneered. “Very well. You have done your duty. Now return to your sycophantic followers.”
“No, I...”
Severus swung around, swooping down on Harry so fast that he scrambled to back up, ending up flush against the wall. “Why are you still here?” he hissed. “Leave!”
“No!” Harry pulled himself to full height, staring Severus in the face. “Not until we deal with what happened.”
Eyes narrowed, Severus said silkily, “Nothing happened. Nothing important, anyway. It was wartime. Emotions can get the best of anyone under those circumstances. There is no reason for either of us to think that our... association meant anything more than...”
“It meant a lot to me,” Harry whispered, eyes searching Severus’ face as if looking for his secrets.
“All we did was fuck,” Severus said. “It wasn’t a marriage proposal.”
“We made love,” Harry corrected. “And no, there was no proposal. Not then, anyway.”
“What are you saying? That you might have made a proposal?” Severus’ eyes narrowed. “Do not play with me, brat.”
Harry raised a shaky hand to stroke back a lock of hair from Severus’ face. “This is no game to me,” he said.
The air between them was heavy with unsaid words until Severus broke the silence with a growl. “On your head be it, then.”
Slamming Harry against the wall, Severus captured his lips in a stirring kiss. They fought for dominance, lips and teeth and tongues duelling until finally Harry surrendered with a moan, his hands clutching Severus’ shoulders.
The kisses gentled then, becoming hotter, more sensual, deeper. Clothes were shed as hands ripped and tore at fabric, frantic to get to the warm flesh beneath.
His shirt hanging haphazardly from his shoulders, his trousers a mere memory, Harry tried to get as close to Severus as he could, finally managing to wrap a leg around him.
Severus in turn sucked vicious kisses into Harry’s neck, across his jaw, on any skin he could reach, finally bending so that Harry could put both legs around him.
A whispered spell prepared him and Harry muffled his scream in Severus’ shoulder when he was finally breached.
His upper back braced against the unyielding stone wall, he could only hang there and take it as Severus fucked him over and over and over, the rasp of Severus clothes against his flushed skin somehow grounding him.
“What are we doing now?” Severus gasped as he pumped, setting a furious pace.
“We’re making love,” Harry said, his head going back and eyes closing as Severus shifted to hit his prostate.
“Damn you,” Severus groaned, raining kisses on Harry’s face as he convulsed around him, coming in great spurts between them. He followed moments later, burying his face in Harry’s neck as he orgasmed with a shudder and a moan.
They collapsed together onto the floor, Severus gathering Harry to him with tenderness that belied his previous protestations. “Idiotic brat,” he whispered, running long-fingered hands through riotous hair. “I was perfectly satisfied to live my life as it was.”
Harry settled his head against Severus’ chest, steadied by the now calm beating of his heart. “But I wasn’t,” he said.
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