Chapter 29
Chapter 28
At the Prince residence that evening things were… awkward to say the least. Tibsby had prepared a lovely French Onion soup though Harry and Severus ate quietly at the table. “Are we going to talk about it now?” Harry asked after finishing half of his bowl of soup. The metal spoon clanked against the rim as he set it down.
Snape stopped his spoon mid-way and stared at Harry before he too set it back down in his bowl. “I guess we shall,”
“First off, I wanted to say that I’m sorry for putting you on the spot this morning. I know we should have talked about it at lunch…”
“Think nothing of it. We were both listening to Mordecai for the better part of that afternoon,” Snape stated. “Processing everything he told us also took time,”
“That still doesn’t excuse me putting you on the spot,” Harry sighed before running a hand through his hair.
“Just so you know Potter, I don’t do one-offs,” Snape stated. “I’ve only had two relationships in the past, both were serious, to me at least, until we broke it off amicably. And no, your mother was not one of them. I loved her like one loves a nosy sister.”
“May I ask….” Harry prodded.
“If you must know, it was the Malfoys,” Snape deadpanned which made Harry choke on air.
“Hold on, you dated the Malfoys?! Like, both of them?!?!?!” Harry asked with so much shock in his voice.
“Well Cissy was a Black at the time and if I remember correctly she first approached me just to stick it to her cousin because Sirius pissed her off over the summer.” Snape thought back. “We did become close after she told me of her plan and we started dating for real.”
“And Lucius? Weren’t the two engaged at the time?” Harry blinked in confusion.
“No, they only started courting after Lucius graduated,” Severus explained.
“Cissy and I split amicably and then Lucius, who had just started his Wizarding law apprenticeship, asked me out.” Severus relayed. “He only got engaged to Cissy around 1980 and that’s when we ended things.”
“Well that explains so much,” Harry said and elaborated when Snape raised a brow at him. “I always wondered why the Malfoys liked you. The Draco from my reality was puzzled by it as well. According to him, his parents shared anti-muggle sentiments however they named you, who they knew was a Halfblood and also associated with Muggles, as their son’s Godfather. According to Draco, it would have been scandalous in their circle.”
“There could have been other factors…” Snape muttered.
“I brought that up to,” Harry replied “But according to my Draco, neither his mother nor his father during and after the war spoke ill of you.”
“Be that as it may Harry. I reiterate my previous statement. I do not do one-offs. I reciprocated your advances because I want a relationship.”
Harry blushed though he tried to hide it. “I guess it’s my turn. As you know I’ve only dated Ginny seriously after the war. Dean was more of… friends with benefits, I would classify it. After Ginny and I split and I chose to travel I’ve had only one-night stands. This was due to my unique circumstances.”
“Well considering the way you hog those blankets…” Snape huffed which caused Harry to groan.
“I’m talking about my immortality,” Harry retorted “You sticking your icy feet against my legs in the morning is a different matter.”
“That was the whole problem. Can’t really form long-lasting relationships due to it. On one hand, I’ve thought about telling one of my partners because I really liked some of them and wanted to try a relationship. But then I’d have to explain why I lied to them about my identity because at that time Harry Potter was supposed to be over 50 to 80 and a hermit.”
“You also can’t stay in one place too long,” He continued. “After ten to twenty years your neighbours will question why you don’t age. Would my partner at the time really want to uproot their life? And then there’s the different Ministries. If they found out about my immortality there’s a good bet I’d become a research subject at some point.”
“Harry, if you are trying to think of excuses why I shouldn’t date you then I hate to inform you that you are failing miserably. Your immortality isn’t an issue for me. I don’t mind traveling and if any Ministry lackey dares to put their hands on what is mine they will get their ass handed to them. I don’t share,”
“There’s one other thing,” Harry said as he blushed upon hearing Severus’s possessive comment. “It’s a big thing really. I don’t age,”
“Yes, we’ve previously established that,” Snape deadpanned.
“I know what you are getting at. I will very likely pass while you won’t but that is decades down the line. Wizardkind lives for a long time.” Severus stated. “You shouldn’t give up on a relationship because of that.”
“I know, I know,” Harry muttered. “But aren’t you also worried about what people might say when you age and I don’t?”
“Potter, any old gay man would jump at the chance to have a young hot guy hanging off their arm. I hardly see a downside there,” Snape deadpanned. “And when have you known me to care about what other people think? You already declared to my maternal side’s extended family that I am your sugar daddy.”
“I was just messing with them!” Harry’s cheeks flushed red as he stammered. Severus just hummed.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” Harry said in a low voice as he looked Severus straight in the eyes.
“Then why are you still on the other side of the table?” Severus questioned with a raised brow and that was all the permission Harry needed to leap out of his chair, round the table, and snog the hell out of his Potion master.
Harry pushed Severus’s chair back from the table as their kisses got heated. The chair scraped against the wooden floor as Harry climbed onto Severus’s lap and nipped at his ear causing the normally dour man to moan. Harry made a mental note to remember that spot as he felt Severus wind his arms around his waist to pull him closer.
Both were panting slightly from the make-out session while Harry’s hand started groaping Severus through his dress shirt. “Do you…” Harry started to say but he was interrupted by the dining room doors being opened in a flurry and Tibsby coming into the room all excited saying “Master New Lord Prince! Master Old Lord Prince is coherent!!!”
Both Snape and Harry’s heads turned toward the double doors, clearly to tell the elf that now was not a good time though what neither had expected was for Tibsby to have wheeled the elder Prince into the dining room with his wheelchair. The old man’s eyes were wide as he stared at the pair. Harry immediately flushed out of embarrassment at being caught in this compromising position. He was basically plastered to the man’s grandson. One hand was in Snape’s hair while the other hand had been busy opening so many blasted buttons. Snape’s hands weren’t in a better place either as both now rested on Harry’s ass.