Author's Note: There were betas injured in the process of creation: all praise eccentric_femme and SilentG [http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=197488]! All remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing you recognize is mine. It mainly belongs to the goddess JKR or an awfully long list of people... (the MOSSes -Ministry Officers of State Security- are mine). If you like it, review and feed my soul. And since we don't need to hurt each other, if you don't like it, don't tell me! Flamers will be adopted by my family (if you don't believe it's a threat... too bad for you!)
WARNING: This fic is about Harry Potter and Severus Snape falling in love and, in the end, in the same bed. If you do not like the concept, do not read further...
Chapter One - A Sunny Sunday Morning
For the first time in years, the sun is already high in the sky when I start to wake up.
The room is not mine.
I haven't opened my eyes yet, but I know this is not *my* bedroom.
It seems that no one closed the shutters or the curtains... I don't know which... I hadn't been in the room before he led me here after our celebration party downstairs in the Leaky Cauldron and I had something else on my mind when he did lead me here. All I know is that right here, right now, there's a lot of sun in the room...
And it doesn't seem to bother him.
The sheets are unusual as well. Not really softer than what I usually sleep in, but they're... different...
I remember yesterday. Fighting with him. For him.
My former Death Eater friends falling as we cursed them.
Voldemort dying of our combined spell.
Merlin! That look in his eyes when we finally were the only ones standing, alive, on that last battlefield.
There was so much love in his eyes.
It felt like he was promising me all eternity.
I still wonder how I did not melt on the floor... And how I've been able to talk to the others...
That sweet Auror of Hermione Granger was the first to find us and she came with a whole company of MOSSes.
Then Minerva and Albus came running in.
And then a pack of Weasleys apparated.
In the wink of an eye, the world knew the Dark Lord had been defeated. We've been brought back to London and, after a soporific speech delivered by a terribly pale Fudge, we found ourselves in the pub connecting the Muggle town to Diagon Alley.
We drank a lot, but, obviously, he had enough wits about him to reserve a room. One with a double bed.
I think I remember Minerva winking once.
I'm sure Albus's eyes were twinkling... Not because of the whiskey, but because he knew. In fact, I'd be willing to bet a hundred Galleons that he's known all along. Even before Harry and I stopped fighting each other and arguing over trifles...
Granger... Hmmmm... Dear soul... She's a brilliant Auror and an amazing witch. She pretended to drink with us, while never forgetting "Constant Vigilance", and she acted as if she were tipsy when she stood up, went behind him, hugged him and repeatedly pecked him on the cheek. She saw me smiling, a true and real smile she had never seen, the one that he brought back into my life, and then... Then, face it, Severus! She surprised the hell out of me by giving me the same treatment and whispering in my ear 'May you be happy together now'.
I think that among the Weasleys only the girl saw what was going on. After all, he was her first crush... He saved her... I think that she still pays attention in a sisterly sort of way. True enough, she certainly has enough on her hands reforming that Malfoy! When I looked in her eyes, I saw only a friend.
It's strange how all these battles have changed us all.
People around us, our friends, don't judge.
I'm forced to chuckle : yesternight he said something about Skeeter.
It's a little bit in a blur, but he mentioned some curses if she came to bother us... That was very funny in his innocence. It looks like he's taken the protection of our relation on his shoulders...
When people will come and judge his choice, I'll be there at his side, fighting that new battle with him. For him.
There's really a lot of sun in that bedroom, but I don't really mind...
Now that my brain cells are slightly operative, the only thing I fully acknowledge is Harry in my arms, spooned against me. Trustful. Quiet. At peace for the first time in years...or is it the first time in his entire life ?
I register his skin, silk against my skin.
Merlin! He's grown up over the years. He's taller than James. Nearly as tall as I am.
He's lean, but not skinny... I saw to it over the last months.
Quidditch gave him more muscles than our formal wizarding training would ever have...
I'm glad he let Poppy deal with his eyes years ago. It took all her strength and Albus's persuasion to convince him that his needing spectacles might be dangerous in battle. He would not have listened to me at the time, but I agreed that he should have his eyesight improved.
There's also a bonus for me in that : when he looks at me, it's not through those pieces of glass... and we didn't have to be careful about those yesternight...
Yesternight, the memory of it brings reactions in my body. I ever so slightly move the lower part of my body away from him : I don't want to wake him up.
Yet, his smell is so intoxicating that I cannot help but connect my lips with his exposed throat.
Then my free hand, the one that is not imprisoned under his neck, starts caressing his arms, moves to his torso and ends on his belly, tracing the contour of his navel.
I keep kissing him.
He moans softly, between sleep and waking up.
He perfectly re-forms our spooning and *that* wakes him up.
He immediately opens his green eyes and there I read surprise (at being in bed with... someone... male... ?) and I see love. He grins and turns in our bed to hug me. His reaction to my presence equals mine to his...
For seconds, minutes or more ? I could not tell. I enjoy being with him too much to care. I could be trapped in this room eternally and would not give a damn!
I don't know if it's due to the activity we've shared or if one of our friends was charitable enough to cast some drinking charm on us, but my mind is quite unfogged.
"Morning, Love!" He finally says.
I try to brush his messy hair, but that battle is a futile one, and I answer "Good Morning!".
Merlin! My voice is so muffled by emotion!
He rolls me on my back, pushes my hair away from my face and undertakes to kiss me unconscious...
So... None of us regrets last night.
It's good because I do not mean to leave this bedroom or his arms... Ever...
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