alisanne

Title: Negotiation
Author:

alisanne
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 606
Warnings: None.
Summary: Time to decide the evening's activities.
A/N: Written for

adventdrabbles/

adventdrabbles' prompt # 7: Frosted Window. This is part 7 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):

torino10154.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Negotiation

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Severus and Harry both end up consuming a couple of hearty ham sandwiches and a thick slice of figgy pudding each, after which they remain at the kitchen table talking late into the evening.

They discuss Harry’s life, his work, Severus’ job at the Christmas tent and even Neville and Malfoy. “I suspect Longbottom will be good for Draco,” says Severus, surprising Harry.

“Really? I didn’t think you liked Neville.”

Severus snorts. “Brewing potions? I do not. As a companion for Draco, keeping him compliant and in a good mood? He’s acceptable.”

Harry laughs. “This…relationship between you and Malfoy is weird.”

“Not really. I was his teacher and mentor and we technically share parenting duties, although Draco does the bulk of it. This evening is unusual since Narcissa and Lucius are watching Scorpius so that both Draco and I could have a social evening.”

Harry nods. “Molly and Arthur are watching my kids tonight. I’m grateful to have them, too. It’s nice to have an evening to myself sometimes.”

Severus hums. “Was that your subtle way of telling me you’re available to stay the night?”

“Isn’t that what you were doing when you told me Scorpius is with Malfoy’s parents?” Harry shoots back.

Smirking, Severus inclines his head. “Touché. Although I think I’ve already made it clear I’m available for…whatever tonight.”

Flushing, Harry looks away from Severus’ all too perceptive eyes. “I know we talked about, erm, later, but we don’t have to…I just don’t want you to think I jump into bed willy nilly with people—”

“I’m not judging you,” Severus says, tone gentle. “How could I? I made far worse mistakes when I was your age.”

Harry looks down, fiddling with his hands. “Not that I think us having sex would be a mistake, necessarily, I just don’t want either of us to end up doing something we don’t want to do—”

“Relax,” murmurs Severus, clasping Harry’s hands, stilling them. “We won’t. Now, why don’t we see how things go and let things advance naturally?”

Harry exhales. “Sounds perfect.”

“Come with me.” Rising, Severus pulls Harry with him down a hallway and into a small room. It’s not a bedroom as Harry expects, but a small lounge with a fireplace, a loveseat, and a window overlooking the back garden. The window’s covered with frost and Harry shivers.

Immediately, Severus’ arms come around him. “Cold?” whispers Severus in his ear.

“Not now,” says Harry, leaning back against him. Feeling bold, he turns his head and kisses Severus’ jaw.

Making a pained noise in the back of his throat, Severus steers Harry towards the loveseat, and sitting, draws Harry into his lap and, cupping his face, kisses him.

Harry’s never thought of himself as passive, but as Severus explores his mouth, he relaxes, letting him take the lead. When Severus manoeuvres him onto his back, Harry doesn’t object, instead winding his arms around Severus’ neck and clinging to him.

Expecting things to progress rapidly from that point, Harry’s surprised when Severus’ kisses turn languorous, alternating from intense and searching to soft and teasing. After a while he realises Severus won’t push. It’s probably the first time Harry’s been kissed by anyone without it automatically leading to sex, and warmth settles in Harry’s chest at the care Severus is taking.

“All right?” asks Severus, dropping kisses along Harry’s clavicle.

“Mmm.” Harry shifts, his legs parting to cradle Severus. “Brilliant.”

Raising his head, Severus stares into Harry’s eyes. “What do you want, Harry?”

Smiling, Harry says, “I want whatever you want.”

“Are you sure?” Severus’ voice goes low, dark. “Because I want everything.”

“Sounds brilliant to me.”

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Continued in Confession (LJ/IJ/DW).