Safe Room

A long relieved moan echoed around the room as Harry leaned back onto the couch. ‘Oh god…’ he signed, gripping onto the soft blanket beneath his nacked legs. ‘Yes, right there’ desperately begged the teacher at his feet. ‘Yes!...’

‘...’ Severus said while looking at the younger man, who had his  eyes closed and cheek flushed. ‘You’re having fun aren’t you?’ Harry opened his glossy eyes to look at his man. ‘What do you mean?’ Regardless of how disheveled the younger man looked he couldn't stop himself from smirking at the sight of Severus blushing cheeks. ‘What? I am only  letting you know how good you are at giving massages. That’s all.’

Severus laughed bitterly, still massaging the younger man’s left leg. ‘You know very well what I mean.’ Harry chuckled, his smirk growing wider as he looked away, seeming unbothered. ‘It’s not my fault you get excited so easily, Severus.’ The man blushed harder, ignoring the bulge in his trousers. ‘You idiot, you jinxed your leg badly like a first year discovering his wand for the first time!!! Stop making obscene noises just to make fun of me!!’

Harry had the decency to at least look ashamed but couldn't conceal his smile that much. Severus was right, he had injured himself, his legs looked quite nasty right now. And really, he was annoyed at himself for making such a stupid and easy mistake in his incantation. But let's be honest there, with Snape in the room, how could he not feel safe and start being senseless?? The man would do anything to protect him. 

But he did make an idiotic mistake.

Harry sighed as he leaned back on the couch. ‘Try to be more careful next time, please!’ Harry looked at the man dutifully taking care of his purplish legs. ‘I’m sorry Severus.’ Severus levitated a strip of bandage and soaked it with some kind of green healing spell before wrapping it around his legs. After finishing his ministrations, Severus gave his knee a soft kiss not forgetting to blush while doing it. His embarrassment gave Harry a fond smile. 

‘Severus?’ Still on his knees tidying up the mess, said Severus looked up at the younger man questioningly. ‘Do you think we could resume the Occlumency lesson? I know I'm thinking of it a bit late… but it’s just that….’ Seeing Harry’s mood getting darker, Severus gave a wave of his wand, letting magic continue tidying before getting up and sitting beside the younger man. ‘Hmm?’ he said, encouraging him to talk.

With a long sigh, Harry took Severus’s hands in his own. ‘It’s just … we're safe from Voldemort here. Both of us... but it won’t last. What if, the minute we return, I put everyone in danger again? What if he sees what’s happening between us and uses it?? What if I let slip some thoughts and everyone knows about us?’ Severus grasped Harry’s hands tighter before rubbing the back of his hand lovingly. ‘Calm down Harry. You won’t put everyone in danger. And no you won’t let some thoughts slip out of your mind. It's not how it works. But I do believe giving it some time might be a good idea. It should help you become more comfortable with yourself anyway.’ Severus leaned and kissed Harry’s forehead while the boy snuggled against his chest.

Severus hugged him tightly,

Pressing soft kisses to the top of his head before sighing deeply. ‘It wasn’t your fault Harry.’ He felt Harry startle against him, his face buried in his clothes. ‘He loved you and would have done it again a million times if it meant you were safe.’

Severus knew Harry had a hard time not taking responsibility for every terrible thing that happened during the war. But Severus was patient, he’d repeat it a thousand times if it was needed to make him understand. ‘I love you.’ Severus said and buried in his arms, totally hidden in the darkness of his clothes, Harry felt his cheeks flush red. His heart skipped a beat and felt like exploding in his chest. He knew Severus loved him, that was why this was both so complicated and yet so simple.

But Severus rarely stated it out loud.

Not that he didn’t show it, the man spent his entire existence subtly showing how much he loved and cared for him. Now that Harry knew how to interpret his actions, it was more than obvious. 

It still felt amazing to hear him say it. 

‘Oh my god!!’ Harry sighed tiredly. ‘Why is it still so difficult, I'm actually trying, you know?!’ Severus handed him his warm cup of tea which contained, in Severus’ opinion, way too much sugar. ‘I know you are, and you're doing ok really. You’re doing way better than last year.’ Harry breathed heavily, having a hard time getting it back. ‘It doesn’t feel like it, honestly.’ 

Casting a cooling charm in the room to hopefully make the younger man feel better, Severus went over the chair to take and put his jumper on before sitting beside Harry and grabbing his hands. ‘You are doing better. I never said mind magic was an easy discipline, you know. It’s a long and tedious process. My job is to teach you the basics and give you the keys and advice you need to improve, nothing more.’ Severus massaged the younger man’s hand and arm while helping him regulate his magic. 

This time they didn’t use any pensieve or any similar device. They didn’t have anything to hide from each other anymore. It was still weird and uncomfortable, for both of them. Letting someone else in their mind and letting them see their private memories was never easy. But they still felt safe with each other. And it wasn't like they didn’t do anything worse in terms of ‘privacy’.  

‘Overall, it feels better to have you in my mind now… I almost don’t want to fight back….’ A delightful chill went through the teacher only making Harry's lips to form into a smirk. Lips which had been closed for the past 10 minutes. ‘You sure are comfortable talking in mine.’ 

Harry chuckled as he heard the man talking literally in his brain. ‘By the way, how is it that I can now come and go from your mind whenever I want?’ Harry asked a seemingly unbothered Severus. it was unfair the man was so used to this that he seemed fine even after hours of lessons, while Harry was lying exhausted on the floor. ‘Because I let you in - it’s as simple as that.’ Harry laughed. ‘Oh, don’t get me wrong: I totally felt your open gate you gave me. What I don’t understand is how I could get in even though you hadn’t taught me Legilimency.’ Severus turned to him, smiling and nodded. ‘I kinda assumed you dragged me in.’ Severus only stared at him while smiling. ‘I didn’t…’ Harry frowned. ‘… You got in all by yourself….’ Was the man joking or something? Harry was rubbish at this - was Snape implying he’d figured it out on his own. ‘That’s exactly what I'm implying.’ Severus said with a soft laugh. 

Harry hadn't even felt him beside his consciousness. No, he had, but he felt too safe to care. Then Harry laughed bitterly. ’Come on, you can’t be serious. You must have told me, or I must have read about it.’ Severus sighed, taking Harry's hands in his to massage them once more - this time to feel Harry’s skin against his than to help him. ‘What if you did read it?  It isn't  something you can learn from some ridiculous line in a book.’ He said with an unusual softness and … pride in his voice. ‘Because I’m quite certain I never taught you that, and yet, you came in like you’ve been doing this your whole life.’ Harry blushed at those words. He wasn’t used to hearing Snape complimenting his academic work. 

‘Im sorry but, as sweet as it is, I don’t believe you, Severus. I’m not good at this type of magic - you’ve told me yourself.’ Severus sighed again. ‘I’ve never said that, I’ve only pointed out your lack of work during our lesson. The flow and steadiness of your magic honestly make me think you have a talent in Legilimency. Do you feel like you need to concentrate when you are in my mind?’ Harry frowned, not knowing how to respond and blushing a bit from how close Severus’ face was to his. ‘No, but is there any need to concentrate to stay in a place you’re already in? I don’t need to think about staying in this room.’ Severus chuckled a bit. ‘There. It’s natural for you. Picture it as arriving in a room where thousands of arms are trying to push you out. You need to fight the mental environment because you are not supposed to be there. the stronger the Occlumency protections, the harder it is to stay.’  

Was Harry really gifted at this?

‘Honestly, that could explain your difficulty in Legilimency.’ Harry nodded thoughtfully. ‘What about you to keep trying to get inside my mind?’ Harry chuckled. ‘What? With how tired I am? Do you want to kill me?’ Severus nudged him gently. ‘What I’m proposing is for you to, at any time of the day, try to go in. My barriers will be closed or opened and we’ll see how good you are at this. I’m pretty sure if you really concentrate, you could even get in without me noticing.’ That Harry would never believe. The man was too good at Occlumency for Harry to just sit beside his consciousness and scare him in his mind. That can’t be possible. 

It didn’t mean Harry wouldn't try. 

After all, Harry loved a challenge. 

With one last sigh, he stood up, cracking his back with a groan. ‘Right. Ok I’ll try. Though I'm going to take a shower now. I sweated terribly during this session.’ The way Harry said this and the way he softly brushed his hands along Severus’ arm, induced a blush and a smile to the teacher. ‘Right….’ The boy stood, but seemed to change his mind as he leaned closer to Severus, cupping the man’s face and kissing him deeply.

Blushing hard and feeling the blood leave his extremities, Severus remained seated on the floor, gazing deeply into Harry's eyes as their kiss ended.  

Harry chuckled fondly, watching Severus sit, flushed, on the floor. 

He was so easy to tease. 

With one last peck, the teen left for the bathroom, seemingly unbothered by the very flustered man on the floor. 

Harry closed the door behind him and took a deep breath, ignoring, for now, his own excitement showing on his pants. He could still feel the sweet feeling of their mental connection that neither of them seemed ready to break. Harry, while undressing, moved closer to the other man’s mental gate, eavesdropping on his thoughts, and started to ‘stroke’ the man’s mind with his magic. And Oh God!! Was his reaction brilliant. Who would have thought that this simple gesture could bring this stoic and controlled man to moan so desperately. To heave and gasp for air so harshly in a place he forgot he didn’t need to breathe. Harry knew that behind the door, Snape was probably flushed and panting, but not making any noise. 

For now.  

Harry stood under the stream of hot water, continuing his ministrations around Snape’s mind. It felt like long distance foreplay and, as frustrating as it was being unable to smell, feel and love the man’s body, it was still very nice to tease him like this. Severus definitely wasn’t great at hiding his pleasure in his mind. 

Harry enjoyed the arousing sound of the man that echoed in his mind. The whole experience probably felt amazing judging by the pleading ‘Harry…’ Snape thought.

But overall, as Harry approached the man’s consciousness, he realized Severus mightn’t understand what Harry was doing. It was like Severus was so deep in this he didn’t even notice Harry now being warmly settled in his excited mind. 

Well, wasn’t that even better?

Harry approached Severus’ consciousness and curled up around him. With a firm grasp of his magic, he slowly shifted both their consciousness into mental human form.  The space filled with memories and colorful mental organization turned into a black void, lit only by a giant white screen showing them. 

Curled up behind a kneeling and panting Severus, Harry moved closer to his ears and slid his arms around his chest. ‘Look at yourself…’ He said, his right hand caressing the man’s heaving chest. ‘Do you know how hot it is to hear you moan like that?’ His fingertips brushed the man’s throat before Harry grasped his chin and made him look up at the screen. ‘Do you realize how much I love seeing you all flushed and panting underneath me?’ A giant image of Severus lying on his back, tears in the corner of his eyes and red hickeys bruises on his chest, popped on the giant screen. It was when they first made out and admitted their feelings for each other. 

‘My little prince.’ Harry purred in his ears while he started kissing his neck as new memories of Snape aroused and moaning were broadcast on the screen. 

While Harry kissed his mental neck, rubbing his hands everywhere he could reach on this imaginary body, Harry found his way to the part of Severus’s mind keeping track of reality. The hot stream of water sliding down his own physical body now long forgotten, when Harry saw through Severus' slightly closed eyes, how desperately he was trying not to touch himself and heard the buzzing sound of his heaving breath, Harry couldn't stop his own body to tense a serge of arousal threatening his balance. 

Taking a harsh breath in the shower, Harry grasped the wall around him to straighten up on his legs. Merlin forbid, this man will be the death of him. 

Even slightly back to reality, Harry never stopped caressing and kissing Severus' mind. After a sharp breath, Harry closed his eyes again, once more grabbing Snape’s chin to make him look at the screen. ‘There are so many things I want to do for you.’ Harry whispered in a pleading tone as the images changed from memories to his own fantasies featuring the man.

Severus would appear on his knees blushing or sometimes even crying, totally overwhelmed. He would beg with his eyes but never his mouth. Sometimes showing his back to Harry as the boy pounds harshly into him. Grabbing his hair and yanking him back forcing Severus to arch his back while Harry kissed his neck still thrusting desperately.  

Harry’s own breath was hard as he turned the shower off and quickly dried himself. 

Images continue assaulting Snape's brain while Harry put a t-shirt and loose pants on. As he mentally caressed the man’s chest, brushing across his nipples, Harry almost felt himself come as the sound of a tiny, uncontrolled moan escaping Severus reached him through the wall. 

Some images on the screen weren’t his, the fantasy sometimes portrayed Harry as Snape’s desire leaked onto the screen. Sometimes it was a view of them both from across the room or even from the ceiling. Harry let him show his own fantasy, striking his own at the right moment while quietly making his way out of the bathroom.

Of course the man on the couch didn’t notice him coming out of the bathroom. So Harry could take as long as he wanted to watch his Prince prostrate on their transfigured couch, his trousers and pants down and his hands unfortunately hiding his swollen member. It was a wonder the man still hadn't come. Harry watched him, leaning against the door frame, while continuing to hit him with his fantasy. The man obviously reacted more and breathed harder whenever Harry used his own image or mentally kissed him harder. 

The air was thick around them. Harry was dying to touch the man for real rather than mentally. However, seeing how he acted thinking he was alone, begging under his breath to finally be allowed to come but not succeeding as Harry knew when to slow down… it was an amazing show. 

After a while Harry finally chuckled in the room making himself known. Harry dissipated the foreplay room he had created as he felt Severus come back to reality in panic and look fearfully at him. ‘Harry!!’ Harry smirked at him, removing his back from the doorframe and walked slowly to the man. ‘Wanking all by yourself?’ Harry uncrossed his arms, looking at the very embarrassed and unusually stuttering Severus as he sat beside him. He leaned closer and rested his hands besides each side of Severus's waist. ‘I-it’s not what you think.’ Harry raised an eyebrow, still smirking. ‘I-I wou-wouldn’t !! You know i-I wouldn’t!’ Harry leaned closer to the man’s mouth, breathing on his flushed skin. 

‘Legilimency is better than I thought….’ He simply said, fully kissing the man while cupping his cheek with one hand. When the kiss broke, Severus' eyes seemed clearer. ‘Oh…’ Harry chuckled, brushing his thumb across the man's neck. ‘You know you’re very hot when you moan.’ Severus flushed deeper than ever, groaning as Harry dutifully continued kissing his cheeks and forehead .‘…You have to take responsibility …’Harry chuckled again, turning Severus' ears red with his husky voice. ‘Of course I would take responsibility…’ Harry gave him a tender, slow peck, never allowing more than 2 inches between their faces. ‘Who do you think I am?’ 

One of Harry’s hands slid down Severus' neck to explore in his collar, unbuttoning the shirt with magic. ‘You know…’ Harry said, not moving away and enjoying Severus' every reaction to his caresses, ‘I was thinking, maybe we could…. I don’t know… try the whole experience.’ Severus, who had been gazing upwards in a vain attempt to control himself, lowered his eyes. 

‘… Are you sure ?’ He asked, not trusting his mouth to come up with a more elaborate sentence. Harry, who was still sitting on the edge of the couch, looked straight at the other man, his hands resting on each side of Severus' waist. 

Harry never pretended to be any better at controlling his arousal than Severus. He knew very well that, despite his obvious control over the situation, Harry was still as flushed and panting as his partner. Right now was no different: he may appear composed and confident in his actions and words, but he was scared shitless while making the suggestion. His anxiety was through the roof. ‘Yes….’ He said, never looking away from his eyes. His breathing was so heavy he actually felt like he was suffocating. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now…’ His heart was beating so hard it actually hurted. ‘If I had the chance I would have suggested it the first time but… you know….’ 

Severus looked at him, seeming more relaxed by Harry's obvious embarrassment. He smiled slightly, brushing their lips together, drowning in his eyes. ‘Well, going one step at a time is a good idea in my opinion.’ He replied as his left hand inched under his sleeve. ‘But I agree it was starting to become quite frustrating.’ Severus gave him a peck as his right hand grabbed his neck and cheek, to deepen the kiss. 

Harry chuckled against his lips, delighted that the man made the first move this time. He loved kissing Severus. His hot breath brushing his lips, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. God He loved feeling their lips pressed together. ‘I guess that's a yes.’ Harry asked, his vision blurry by his arousal, his words spoken à bare inch from Severus’s lips. 

Severus groaned in frustration, yanking the younger man on top of him, capturing his mouth once more. ‘Don’t make me say it out loud, you prat.’ He ordered between kisses. Harry chuckled, letting his full body weight lie on top of his partner. As both of his legs fell on either side of Severus' waist, Harry's lips never left his mouth, his hands reaching up to get a good hold of the man’s hair, massaging his scalp. It was so simple, yet it never failed to make Severus quiver with a slight moan. 

When they stopped kissing for some well deserved air, there was less than an inch separating them as they gazed heatedly at each other. Maybe Harry should wait a bit longer to catch his breath, but he couldn't control himself much right now, and leaned back down to kiss his neck. Severus almost moaned, burying his hands under Harry's shirt and into the waistband of his pants. By no means was Harry the fittest young man Hogwarts had ever welcomed. But he honestly didn’t have anything to be ashamed of: Quidditch does wonderful things to one’s body. 

Harry’s kisses trailed lower and lower as his right hand finished unbuttoning the rest of Severus' shirt. The savior was very diligent in his self-appointed job of kissing all of Severus' chest. Occasionally, Harry would pause and kiss his lips passionately, and as he slid back up Harry was always making sure their erections brushed against each other. Despite all his control, Severus always whined against his lips while Harry’s hands, still on his side, could feel his muscles tense at the caress. The air around them was hot from their heavy breaths and body heat. 

Sometimes, Harry felt like the foreplay was never enough, that he needed to do more. That he had to make Severus feel good for several hours if he could take it.

But Severus was already done with the foreplay. The whole mental torture had already been quite enough. 

While Harry’s face was occupied with Severus' belly, the man grabbed his chin, to make him look at him, giving him pleading eyes. ‘Please hurry up, I don’t want to cum too soon.’ Harry, his eyes dilated and hot, looked at the other man with a smirk and kissed him. ‘It’s not necessarily a problem: I could always make you cum twice.' The confidence in his own voice almost made him laugh, but Harry knew he could. 'I'm too old for that sort of thi..ng!' the man gasped as Harry kissed and gently bit one of his nipples.

'Come on, we both know that's not true.' Harry raised his head to look at the other man and smiled at him while resting on his chest. 'Want me to prove it to you?' he grinned, making Severus shudder. The teacher could only love this side of the boy. This side, where everything was so clear to him, so easy and attainable. Severus could never have dreamt to be like him when he was younger. 

Harry kissed him, cupping his cheeks with both hands. 'I'm sure I can prove you wrong.' He told him between tender kisses, sliding his knee between Severus' legs to keep his arousal on the edge and get this amazing color in his eyes. Hot, salty, tears of frustration formed in the corners of Severus’ eyes making Harry laugh fondly. ‘Oh, I'm sorry.’ Harry apologized while kissing the man’s eyes. ‘But we can’t just end this with one quick fuck, can we?’ Cupping Severus' face once more to force him to keep his gaze. For some reason, Severus liked being talked to like that,like some kind of fragile thing, and Harry had understood it very quickly. ‘You need to stop acting like this, Harry.’ But of course Severus would never admit liking such devious and perverted things, even to himself. Harry smirked, kissing his lips gently. ‘I can’t ignore your twitching cock against my thighs, you know.’ Severus breathed in sharply, turning a darker shade of red at that comment, but only looked away ashamedly. 

Harry then kissed his temple and exposed cheeks, sliding both his hands down Severus' side. ‘You know I like it when you act honestly to your emotions.’ He then started kissing his neck, his hands now softly massaging Severus’s thighs. ‘Don’t take that away from me.’ Harry's face buried in Severus' neck, the man hugged Harry’s shoulder, hiding a hand in his hair as he heard the very distinctive sound of a lubricating spell landing in Harry' hands and the incantation mumbled against his sensitive skin.

Harry pulled his trousers and pants off with a motion that should not be that sexy. And finally when one very slick and probably too experimental finger entered him, Severus tensed at the unfamiliar feeling. Harry hushed him, cupping his cheeks with his other hand and kissing his jaw and neck. ‘Are you alright?’ Harry asked. 

Severus opened his eyes and breathed out. ‘Yeah … just feels a bit … weird….’ Harry kissed him behind the ear in a place Harry knew the man liked.  ‘I need to find your happy button then.’ 

As Harry started getting more and more comfortable, Severus, under him, relaxed slightly letting sometimes moan escape him. Harry knew the man had never done this kind of thing before. He rarely had any encounters with any man. Once, from what the man had told him. And had been too afraid to bottom at the time. Honestly knowing that Harry was his first time made him tremendously happy, but also quite scared. 

When Severus could take three fingers, Harry decided to tease him a bit again. When he was sure he had found this so-called button, he grinned and kissed the man, sending his magic up his shoulder and down his arm to arrive in his right hand. ‘Oh god…’ Severus groaned against his lips as Harry cast a warming spell on the tip of his fingers. Severus moved desperately underneath him and Harry' smirk widened, continuing his circular movements around his spot, sometimes casting vibrating spells on his hand. 

Severus was losing it beneath him, but Harry wasn’t doing much better: as sparks of his magic escaped from his lips occasionally, giving their kisses an interesting unusual taste. 

‘Fu-cking hell!! Har-ry!!’ Severus moaned, wringing a shudder from Harry (he was pretty sure his pants were already soaking wet). ’Stop playing around!’ Severus begged as Harry noticed his own exposed chest flushed a deep red. ‘Say you don’t like this, I dare you.’ Harry looked at the other man, whose face was flushed and pulled into a frown, and kissed him tenderly. Severus groaned, ‘annoyed’, but didn’t say anything. 

When Harry removed his warm finger from Severus, the man felt terribly  empty. ‘Hurry up.’ He pleaded again, watching the younger man cast a lubricating and protecting spells around himself. Harry didn’t even remove all his clothes, only taking off his loose night trousers. Any other time, Severus would complain about not being able to enjoy the view of Harry's body, but right now he was way too impatient. And somehow it added spice to the experience: Severus, almost entirely naked and Harry, almost fully clothed.

They both moved into a better position, Harry sitting on his heels and Severus' legs spread, waiting as Harry positioned himself. The thought of how they must look made Severus blush.

He hissed in anticipation when he felt Harry’s tip on his entrance. The younger man slid in without too much trouble, laying on Severus' chest when he finally had thrust all the way in. ‘All good?’ Harry asked him, kissing his jaw with a heavy breath. ‘Yes… it was slightly uncomfortable for a second, but I’m all good.’ Severus answered him, kissing his forehead, temple and hair. ‘You're very good at this.’ He told him. Harry reached up, kissing the tip of his nose and lips. ‘You’re taking me so well.’ He whispered in his ear, pleased to feel Severus clench around him. 

With a sharp breath, Harry started moving, his first thrust harder than he'd intended. He was ready to apologize for his impatience, but got blessed by a deep, pleased moan from the other man. ‘Fuck!’ Severus said, glancing down , cheeks flushed and arms around Harry’s neck. Harry ,once again, thrust hard into the man, hitting the right spot. Severus’s back arched while his legs spread wider. Harry kissed down the line of his throat, his hot breath assaulting Severus’ sensitive skin. 

Why hadn’t they done this before?! Severus thought to himself, frustrated, as he felt Harry thrusting harder and faster inside him. He could feel himself rising higher and higher with each and every thrust inside him

. 

How could anything feel this perfect? They both thought in each other's mind. 

The man wasn’t suppressing his moans anymore. Harry gazed lovingly at the man's contorted face, hearing his breath stutter every time Harry hit him on the right spot while watching his eyes flutter closed.

Harry got up on his knees, maneuvering and caressing the man's legs and grabbing onto his waist. 

It was only then that Harry noticed the cum all over the man’s stomach. He didn’t have time to feel frustrated when he noticed the man was still enjoying himself and was still rock hard. 

Having a tight grip on his waist, Harry breathed hard as he thrust into his lover.

Severus' voice fogging his brain with arousal. He must be hurting Severus with how hard he was  pounding into him but Severus was begging him to keep going and go harder.  ‘I’m close!!’ Severus said, grasping himself desperately. The view tore a grunt out of Harry who got pulled closer to the man. Harry leaned down, ending up desperately hugged by Severus' other arm. Harry grabbed onto the man’s hair, his pounding echoing around the room as he kissed and licked Severus's throat. 

With one last striking thrust, they both came, Severus moaning loudly and Harry biting desperately at his neck.  

When they relaxed into each other trying very hard to regain their breath, neither of them noticed the magical explosion that had assaulted the room around them. Some magical fire burning on the walls and furniture was quickly dealt with by Lumi. 

Harry pulled himself out of Severus with a hiss, enjoying the sweet caresses Severus gave him down his back. 

That was one powerful orgasm they'd had. Harry, lying on top of Severus with all his weight, moved his head around to be able to see his face and catch his eyes. The other man, who was looking at him while stroking his back, softly raised an eyebrow. ‘What?’ Harry chuckled, kissing his neck. ‘Nothing … I just love you so much.’ Harry didn’t need to look to know the man was blushing. ‘… Well, I can’t deny that I love you as well, now, can I ?’ Harry raised his head higher, resting his hands on Severus' chest. ‘You can try but I won't believe, that's for sure,’ he replied, giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

Severus was sitting on the desk chair as Harry sat on the floor, looking at their bunk bed with their resting truck close to its feet. 

The silence in the room was deadly. Neither want to turn on the radio nor talk. Sometimes they would look at each other without a word but would quickly look away. 

Harry cast a quick Tempus and looked at the 11:59, seemingly unaffected. 

‘Never forget that I love you.’ Harry said.

No answer came as a loud pop echoed in the small room designated for apparating behind the curtains. 

‘My boys!!!’ Albus exclaimed, entering the room with Flitwick and Bill. Harry’s eyes widened a bit in surprise before he remembered Severus’s arm. He got to his feet calling his best fake smile. ‘Sir!!’ Severus also stood up to greet everyone. 

‘Ok it’s time, my boys, to return to our world.’ They looked at each other, faces blank, but knowing well what the other felt. ‘But.’ Albus started, regaining both their attention, ‘I’m afraid Harry will have to go first.’ Severus didn’t say anything as Harry frowned questioningly. ‘We have to prepare Severus so he can return safely.’ The older man told the youngest in the room with a wise and reassuring smile. But Harry could tell the man was hiding something from him. 

Harry smiled, willing to pretend. ‘So… You guys have found a way then?! That’s amazing right, sir?!’ He said, turning to the silent teacher. ‘It is impressive indeed.’ Severus simply responded with a nod. 

Albus called Dobby over, who greeted the two wizards excitedly as he had done a few days ago on his last grocery visit. ‘Time to go, Harry.’ Albus told him with a smile. ‘Do not worry: you’ll see your teacher at dinner. Though I'm pretty sure you both had enough of each other for now.’ Dobby, with a snap of his fingers, transported Harry’s luggage to Hogwarts. ‘Sorry again for all this my boys.’ Both wanted to insult him, yell at him for those damn apologies. If he was truly sorry he would give them more time. 

Harry chuckled, faking embarrassment, and Severus merely nodded. 

Harry grabbed onto Dobby's hand and turned to his teacher. ‘See you at dinner Sir!’ He exclaimed, trying to not look too emotional. At the last second, before Dobby Apparated them, Harry heard a voice in his head. 

‘I love you too.’   

Harry appeared at Hogwarts gates with his jaw clenched and his smile gone for good. 

What Harry didn’t hear as he walked to his dorm, was his lover's screams inside their tiny crappy room as three wizards were tearing his mark off his arm. 

END OF PART 1!!!!