This is probably the longest awaited update, but I had to walk away from the story for a bit to be able to visualize where I wanted to go from here. I knew it wasn't The End, but the continuation was very hazy for me. At long last, and I promise it's worth it, here is the continued plights of two beautiful souls stumbling through life trying to find a little bit of peace and comfort.
I do have a lot yet to add and am planning to hopefully complete this story within the next few days. Most is already completed, just need to type it all up. Please feel free to give me any suggestions, comments, and encouragement. All are welcome! Thank you for the read.
Harry awoke to the sun streaming in through the window at his new home on Spinner's End. After his graduation, Severus had inquired as to Harry's living arrangements, as he did inherit a home from his late godfather, but he found it too painful to enter let alone live in. Too many memories stalked the halls. No, Harry had resolved to ask the Weasley's if they would allow him to stay for a few weeks while he went on the hunt for a place of his own.
When Harry brought up his plan to Severus, he refused to hear of it. He practically begged Harry to come and stay with him, complaining that his home was far too big for one man to live in alone. Harry didn't want to intrude on his life until he knew they were ready but staring into the man's eyes and feeling the depths of his soul reverberate through his body, he knew there would be no better time than now.
Harry smiled at the thought, rolling over gently, taking in the heart stopping image before him. Severus lay peacefully on his stomach, half the blankets off, exposing his bare back and ass. Without a second thought, Harry reached over and gave his ass a firm squeeze.
"Your inability to keep your hands off me makes me almost feel sexy," Severus mumbled, sleep still heavy in his voice.
"It should, and you are." Severus smiled at the endearment, rolling over and pulling Harry into his arms. "As much as I would adore laying in your arms forever, I have an interview to get to." Severus could feel the slight hint of nerves behind his voice. Harry was scheduled for an interview today for a position as an auror at the Ministry of Magic. Severus had reassured him countless of times that he was a shoe in, and the interview was simply a formality, but Harry was terrified that the position he worked so hard for would be pulled out from under him.
"You already know you'll be amazing. Trust me, and please, for the sake of my own anxiety, take some breaths and calm yourself." Severus could feel his own heart threatening to pound a hole in his chest.
The past fall, Harry and Severus found themselves in a once-in-a-lifetime bond, causing both to feel each other's pain, pleasure, emotions, everything. While the bond was wonderful in some ways, it proved difficult in others. Last month, Harry sprained his ankle while playing quidditch with the Weasley's. Severus immediately felt the blow from inside the Weasley house but struggled to get himself up and out to the field due to the pain in his ankle. Illness, disease, anything at all, became a shared experience.
"Sorry, I just can't imagine what I would do if they say no." Harry gave Severus a small smile.
"They won't, trust me." Severus winked at him.
"Um, what did you do?" Harry was suddenly highly suspicious. Had Severus pulled some strings for him? What did he know that he wasn't telling? Regardless, Harry knew this explained why Severus always seemed 100% confident in his ability to land the position. Honestly, Harry thought he just didn't care for some reason.
"Nothing. I'm just very confident in your interviewing abilities." Severus seemed to take a second to rethink his statement, "Or is it your interrogation techniques? Either way, you'll get them to say yes." Severus laughed, pulling Harry over to him, giving him a soft kiss. "I love you, now go get dressed and get it over and done with so we can properly celebrate your new job."
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Harry approached the phone booth, which happened to also serve as a guest lift to the ministry of magic. Just as he placed his hand, which was shaking from his nerves, onto the handle, his phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Love of my life, I wasn't giving you that pep talk this morning for you to ignore it all and have a near panic attack. I really mean it; you will do wonderful. Now calm down so I can measure my potion ingredients safely." A slight hint of annoyance came through Severus but seemed honestly out of love.
Harry took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to try and calm his mind. On the other end of the phone, Severus copied the action, both men feeling a deep calm. "Sorry. I don't know why I'm so nervous about this."
"You're fine, love. Go knock their shoes off." Severus quipped, poorly copying one of Harry's key lines.
"It's socks, babe, and you're right. I can do this. Love you and I'll call you as soon as I'm done." Harry hangs up his phone ad takes the lift down to the main lobby of the Ministry.
Harry walked up to the main desk behind another wizard animatedly speaking with the witch working reception. "...I just need to know why the appointment was canceled. I've been trying to speak with someone in the department for months now!"
The witch looked like she had no energy left to deal with the man. "Sir, I can't help you. I have no pull in whether or not they see you. Now, you either need to leave and give us a call later to make another appointment, or I will have to call someone to escort you out, and I can't promise you'll even get a phone call."
The wizard huffed at the receptionist, but turned on his heel, bumping into Harry roughly to get past him, ignoring Harry's protest. He turned back to the receptionist and stepped up to the desk, matching the warm smile the witch greeted him with. "I can't imagine dealing with such horrible people like that for a living. I'm sorry you do."
The receptionist chuckled, "You have no idea. I'm sorry you had to witness that. What can I do for you today?"
"I'm here for the 9:00 interview for the auror department."
"Well, if you're working on becoming an auror, I suggest you may want to start imagining dealing with people even worse than Lyle." The receptionist winked at Harry as she picks up the phone at the desk. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy? I have your 9:00 interview. I will, thank you."
"Mr. Malfoy? As in Lucious Malfoy?" Harry couldn't believe his ears.
"The one and the same!" The receptionist quipped. "He'll be out in a moment. You are welcome to take a seat at any of those benches while you wait! And good luck." She smiled at him before moving her attention to an elderly couple Harry hadn't notice arrive.
'Well,' though Harry, 'All those pep talks and confidence boosts make sense now. Harry smiled, finally feeling like he could relax, no longer worried about how to interview would turn out. Suddenly Harry heard his phone ding, signaling a text message.
Congratulations Harry. Regardless of the circumstances, you deserve this.
Harry was stupidly smiling at the words on the screen when a voice brought him back to his surroundings, "Harry, Harry, Harry. Long time no see, my boy." Harry started to extend his hand to greet him. "Oh Harry, we're practically family." Lucius avoided Harry's hand, pulling him into an embrace.
"What do you say we go back to my office and pretend to interview you, huh?" Lucius leads him to one of the far offices. "Please sit anywhere. Drink?" Lucius opens a cabinet, producing a decanter of whiskey and 2 crystal glasses.
"No thank you Lucius. Um, exactly why are you the one interviewing me?" Harry was certainly grateful to see such a friendly face, but had no idea he had anything to do with the Ministry as an active employee.
"Severus had shared with me your plans, and I was starting to get a bit restless at home, what with Draco's recent marriage and leaving the home. Severus shared with me your anxiety for your future, so I figured this position as head of the auror department was as good as any, plus Severus has his own angles, like making sure you don't run off to your death in the field." Lucius shrugged at this comment, "But he asked if I could step in to reassure him."
Suddenly Harry's nerves revolving the position made sense. Sure he had been nervous about the interview for sure, but his nerves seemed much more than just simple jitters. Harry felt his heart drop. He hated the idea of going off to work and leaving Severus at home to worry about him. Another ping sounded from his phone:
Don't even think about it. You're taking this position and that's that. I've already formulated a plan to control my own thoughts and feelings while you're at work so I don't distract you.
This is what you worked for.
I refuse to let you walk away from it to spare my own feelings.
I also know this is what will make you happy, aside from my ass.
Harry laughed, placing his phone back in his pocket. "Well, I'm glad everyone has my future all figured out. It would've been nice to be in that conversation, but I guess I have no choice but to accept the position."
"I knew you would. Now, I haven't seen you or Severus in so long. Please, you must come for dinner one night. Narcissa has been asking after you two."
With promises of a dinner date, Harry thanked Lucius and headed back up the phone booth lift, taking his phone out and dialing Severus.
"So, I trust the interview went well? Which did you have to use, your interviewing or interrogating skills?"
"You're a shit. I obviously took the job, and we have a dinner date with the Malfoy's Saturday at 6."
Severus chuckled, "Sounds perfect. See you at home, love."
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Harry apparated to the end of their road, making his way towards their home when he suddenly noticed the raging hard-on taking up residence in his pants. A moan escaped his lips as an invisible pressure began massaging his dick. Harry quickly leaned against the light pole to keep himself upright, awkwardly returning the greeting he could barely make out from his elderly neighbor Ms. Oxford.
The feeling suddenly stopped, leaving his dick painfully hard and desperate. Opening the door, Harry found Severus sitting in a chair in the front room completely naked, his erection as painfully swollen as his own.
"You are a fucking wanker." Or at least that's what he thinks he said out loud. He found he suddenly had a hard time focusing as Severus gripped his shaft again, giving it an agonizingly slow massage from tip to balls.
"Two...can play...ughn...that game." Harry reached up, twisting his nipples, producing a slight pain, yet pleasurable feeling. Snape and Harry simultaneously let out a groan, as an orgasm threatened, causing Severus to cease his handiwork.
Harry closed the gap between them, straddling him ahis lips collided with Severus'. Harry pulled away, looking Severus in the eyes. He knew immediately what Harry needed, grabbing the bottle of lube on the ground next to him, applying it liberally to his cock and fingers. As Harry boosted himself up slightly, Severus stuck a couple fingers in his ass, slowly pumping them, stopping or slowing when he felt twinges of pain within himself.
"Oh god, Sev! Just fuck me! Please!" Harry tightly gripped the back of Severus' neck, pure pleasure blinding him from anything but release. Severus removes his fingers, stroking his cock, spreading the lube all along the shaft before placing it at Harry's entrance.
Desperation pulled at them both, causing Harry to lower himself at the same time as Severus thrust up, causing his cock to plunge halfway in as both he and Harry cringe from the sudden fullness.
"You take over, love," Severus whispers in Harry's ear, causing him to shiver.
Harry slowly lowered himself down the rest of the way. No sooner did he start to come back up did he feel the familiar build to climax rush through his abdomen.
"Fuck, Harry! This isn't meant to be torture." Harry smiled at Severus' breathless protest. Harry began to speed up, leaving both him and Severus breathless, panting. As Harry pumped Severus' cock, Harry suddenly felt the threatening orgasm come crashing through them both. Neither could separate what sound, feeling, or limb belonged to who. Everything became so intense and intwined that reality ceased to exist for but a moment between them. They were one.
"That will never be something I will ever be used to." Harry wheezed out, still trying to catch up with his body's sudden increase in oxygen requirements.
"I hope you never do. I love you, Harry Potter."
"I love you Severus. Always will."