Worth Waiting For

by warviben

Summary: A student new to Hogwarts will change Snape's and Harry's lives in ways they could never have imagined.

Warnings: This fic contains detailed descriptions of sexual encounters. Some of them are hetero- and some are male/male/female. If this type of thing is not for you, I suggest you stop reading now.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (well, most of them anyway). If you're reading this, you likely know that.

From Chapter 5:

As soon as she was sure he was downstairs, Tevis whispered, "He hates her!"

"No!" Harry protested, looking down at Saffron, whose eyes were now closed. "Maybe he just needs time to adjust to the idea. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No," she said quickly. "That would probably just make things worse."

Harry tended to agree with that. "I think she's asleep."

Tevis hovered the cradle so that it rested at her bedside. "You can put her down here."

Harry knelt by the cradle and bent to place Saffron into it. "On her back, or her tummy?"

"Back," Tevis instructed.

Gingerly, Harry put the sleeping angel down, then covered her with a blanket Tevis passed to him.

"You should go down now," Tevis suggested. "I'm going to try to sleep. Please come and say good-bye before you go."

"I will," Harry promised. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "You were brilliant."

"Thank you. For being here. It helped."

Harry smiled in return and left her.


Chapter 6

Harry found Snape in the kitchen, sitting at the table, a cup of tea sitting untouched before him.

"Um . . . congratulations," Harry offered tentatively.

"Sit," Snape said gruffly. "There is tea. And I believe there is leftover cake."

Harry was hungry, and he helped himself to a large piece of cake and a cup of tea before sitting opposite Snape. He shoveled in large pieces of cake greedily before even attempting to update Snape.

Snape raised an eyebrow at his gluttony. "Hungry?"

"Well, regular opportunities to eat haven't exactly presented themselves," he said, slurping down the last of his tea. He got up and poured himself another cup, thought about another piece of cake and decided against it, for now anyway, and sat back down.

"Talk," Snape said.

And Harry did. He told Snape about the wedding and how they'd apparated to Tottenham Court Road, only to be found almost immediately by Death Eaters. He told how they'd decided to go to Grimmauld Place and pieced together the identity of RAB and learned from Kreacher who had placed the fake locket in the basin in the cave and how that sneakthief Mundungus Fletcher had stolen it.

"So I sent Kreacher after him, and a few days later, they showed up at Grimmauld Place. Fletcher told us he'd sold the locket, and you'll never guess who he sold it to. That evil bitch-toad Dolores Umbridge!"

"Tell me how you really feel about her," Snape quipped.

Harry ignored him. "So we started taking turns watching the Ministry. We identified three who could be counted on to arrive at the same time every day. So we . . . took their places and went inside the Ministry."

"No no no," Snape said, stopping him when it appeared Harry was going to skip the details. "Took their places how?"

"Polyjuice potion," Harry explained. "We incapacitated them, stole some hairs and . . . went in."

Snape had not thought the three teenagers capable of thinking anything through that completely, and he was impressed. "That was . . . well thought out."

Harry was pleased by the praise, but the good feeling lasted only for a moment. "Well, it all went sideways once we got in. We got separated almost immediately. Hermione was taken down to the courtroom by Umbridge of all people. They were holding some farce of a hearing to determine blood status. It was disgusting. Dementors were patrolling around." Harry shuddered.

"Anyway," he continued, "while Umbridge was occupied, I searched her office for the locket. I didn't find it, but I did find Mad-Eye Moody's magical eye, embedded in her door. She was using it as a way to spy on the people who worked in her office. God! I think I hate that woman as much as I hate V–"

"Do not speak his name!" Snape hissed.

Harry looked annoyed but moved on. "Anyway, I couldn't leave it there. I took it, and it must have set off some kind of alarm. Suddenly, they knew we were there. I went back down for Hermione only to discover that the bitch was actually wearing the locket! Hermione managed to get it away from her during the confusion. We met up with Ron, and we apparated away. Or we tried to. Yaxley grabbed onto Hermione, and she brought him with her to Grimmauld Place. He let go once we got there, so she took us some place else. But now we can't go back there – because we let him in." Harry suddenly felt very young and scared at the memory of losing their one safe haven.

"So where are you staying now?" Snape asked softly.

"I think it better not to say. We're . . . camping out. Could be fun if Ron hadn't gotten splinched."

"Is Mr. Weasley all right?"

Harry ran a hand tiredly through his hair. "He's getting better. Hermione fixed him up. That's why they didn't come with me today. We didn't want to risk it so soon after . . ." Harry suddenly felt like crying, remembering his friend in pain. He was so tired and hungry, and he was tired of being tired and hungry all the time. What he wouldn't give to bring his friends here and just stay for a while!

Snape seemed to sense his emotion and sought to comfort him in his own way. "So you have the hor– the locket?"

Harry gulped down his feelings. "Yes."

"And you're sure it's real this time?"

"Oh, there's no doubt about that," Harry assured him, remembering how the locket made the wearer feel despondent.

"And where is it now?"

"We've been taking turns wearing it," Harry explained. "Having it on makes you feel . . . weird. It seems to affect Ron the most. It's Hermione's turn today."

"What are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know," Harry admitted. "If I had the sword, I'd try to destroy it, but obviously I don't. So we'll just keep it safe until we can figure out how to get rid of it."

"But Umbridge obviously knows it's gone, and if she told anyone, it's possible the Dark Lord knows that you've taken it, and he may have pieced together what it is you're doing."

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. Hermione copied the locket and swapped it out for the real one."

Snape was impressed by that. "Clever girl."

"And there's one other thing." And Harry told him what he had learned about Voldemort and Gregorovich. Snape's immediate reaction was to lecture Harry about the need for Occlumency, but he quelled it. The need for information might be just as great or greater. Instead, he filed it all away to think about later.

"So have you any ideas about where the others may be located?"

Harry sighed tiredly. "No. We tried visiting the orphanage where Riddle was raised, but it's long gone."

"Harry," said Snape earnestly, "you and your friends should come here and stay for a while."

"No," Harry said firmly. "You have no idea how appealing that sounds, but it seems the entire world is looking for us. I won't bring that danger here to your family. Although I did promise them I'd bring back something to eat."

Snape stood up. "I will pack you a hamperful of food."

"Thank you. I really should be getting back. Ron and Hermione will be worried. I've been gone a lot longer than I thought I'd be." He stood up. "I told Tevis I'd say goodbye before I left."

"Go. I'll have this ready in a few minutes."

Harry reluctantly woke Tevis to say a quick goodbye. Saffron was sleeping, too, and he stood over her cradle for a moment watching her chest rise and fall. He wished he had a camera so he could take pictures back to his friends – he was sure they'd never believe Snape capable of creating something so beautiful. He kissed his fingertips and placed the kiss on Saffron's forehead. "Goodbye, little angel."

When Harry returned to the kitchen, Snape had crammed a basket full of things to eat and drink. He spelled it to the size of a golf ball and handed it to Harry, who put it in his pocket. "Thank you."

"Are you sure you can't stay, even for a couple of days?"

"No. Thank you, but we'll be fine."

"Well, come back when you can," Snape ordered.

"I will," Harry promised. "Congratulations again."

Snape's eyes darkened. "Thank you," he said stiffly.

"She really does have your eyes," Harry said softly. He was pretty sure Snape hadn't looked at Saffron long enough to see her with her eyes open. He wanted to say something to take away that look of – panic? fear? – that he saw in Snape's eyes, but he had no idea what the man needed to hear.

Rather than putting him at ease, this information seemed to agitate Snape further, and he said nothing.

"Well, I'd better be off," Harry said. "Take care of them. And yourself."

"I could say the same to you, Mr. Potter," and he shocked Harry by extending a hand to him. Solemnly, Harry shook it. Snape then turned on his heel and strode from the room. Harry could almost see the robe he wasn't wearing billowing around him as he went.


Every day, at least once, Tevis asked Snape if he'd like to hold Saffron. He never said no, but he always had some excuse – he'd been brewing potions and smelled of fumes, he'd been in the garden and wasn't clean, she was sleeping. He hadn't held his own daughter, not once, since she'd been born, and Tevis was getting more and more distraught about it as the days turned into weeks. She wanted to ask him why, but she wasn't sure she wanted to hear the reason. She'd accepted a long time ago that Severus may never feel about her the way she felt about him, though he'd come a lot further along than she'd had any right to expect, and indeed, he was being perfectly solicitous to her now. It was just the baby he seemed to want to pretend didn't exist. It had never occurred to Tevis that he would reject his own child.

Taking care of a newborn baby was tiring work, especially when one was doing it virtually alone, and Tevis was exhausted and found herself perilously close to tears almost all the time. If he would just look at Saffron, just once, she knew he couldn't continue to hold onto whatever reason he had for acting the way he did.

She was sitting in the garden, staring dejectedly at the weeds that needed pulling, when she heard someone apparate outside the gate. She looked up, expecting to see one of the Weasleys, and her mouth fell open when she saw Harry push his way through the gate.

Wordlessly, she got to her feet and met him halfway across the garden and threw herself into his arms, unable to stop the tears that had been threatening to fall now that he was here and could help her sort this out.

Harry didn't ask Tevis what was wrong – he merely held onto her, sensing her need for support. He smoothed her hair as she cried into his shoulder, until she looked up at him. "Sorry," she said.

"Don't be. Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He took her hand and led her to the bench in the garden, where they both sat down.

"I'm just being silly," she said, wiping her eyes. "I'm fine really."

"Something's bothering you," Harry insisted. "Might as well get it off your chest."

"It's Severus," Tevis confessed. "He still hasn't held the baby. I don't know what's wrong. He won't even look at her!"

Harry sighed. "I don't think it's her," he guessed. "He's not had a lot of good things in his life, you know? Maybe he just doesn't know how to handle it. Where are they anyway?"

"In the living room. Saffron's sleeping in the bassinet. Severus was writing at his desk."

Through the open window, they heard the sound of the baby's reedy cry.

"Saffron was sleeping," Harry corrected. "Shall we go see her?"

"No," Tevis said quickly, putting a hand on Harry's arm as he started to rise. "Let's see what he does."

Snape looked up, startled, when he heard the baby's cry. He hadn't known Tevis had placed the child in the room with him. He looked around the room for Tevis, but made no move to get up and find her. She would undoubtedly come when she heard the child.

But she didn't. And the child's cries grew louder and more insistent. In the garden, Tevis had to forcibly restrain herself from getting up and going to her daughter. She'd just eaten an hour ago, so she knew Saffron wasn't hungry, but it was still difficult to just let her cry.

When Tevis still hadn't come after the baby had been crying for a full two minutes, which seemed like ten to Snape, he stood up, agitated. He'd been absorbed in what he was doing, but he knew Tevis was in the garden, and when he'd heard the sound of someone apparating, he'd looked to be sure it was a friendly before returning to his desk. So where was Tevis, and why wasn't she coming to tend the child? He looked out into the garden but could see no sign of her or Harry. He wasn't concerned about her safety – she was with Harry, after all – but why wasn't she coming in?

Cautiously, as though approaching a basket of cobras, Snape made his way to the bassinet and looked down at the child squalling half-heartedly. He also knew she couldn't be hungry. Despite his desire not to get too close to this child, he was very aware of her every time she cried and whenever Tevis tended to her. So why was she crying? Wet nappy? Or worse? A quick spell check told Snape that wasn't the trouble.

Perhaps she had gas? There was only one way to cure that, he knew – picking up the child and patting its back. He looked around the room once again, hoping her mother had appeared. They were alone.

Snape slowly reached his hands into the bassinet and carefully scooped the child up. "Here now, what is all this noise about?" he asked quietly.

At the sound of his voice, Saffron immediately stopped crying and opened her eyes, staring up at him with her black eyes, his black eyes, as if to say, "So you're the man whose deep voice I've been listening to for months now!"

"Stars!" Snape breathed. She really did have his eyes. If he'd had any doubt that the child Tevis was carrying was his, and if he was totally honest, there was a small part of him that had wondered that very thing, those doubts were dispelled now.

Saffron seemed perfectly content now that she was being held. Snape had been holding her out, not quite at arm's length, which grew uncomfortable quickly. He shifted her so that she was lying in the crook of his arm and continued to stare down at her, unable now to take his eyes away.

She was the picture of perfection, round rosy cheeks, small button nose (and thank Merlin for that!), perfect pink lips, no hair to speak of really, and those obsidian eyes, looking up at him now as though she understood him completely and thought him very foolish. "Oh," he said, the wonder of her filling him completely.

His legs suddenly felt very wobbly, and Snape sat quickly on the sofa. He lay his daughter along his thighs, and they studied each other. Snape finally noticed what she was wearing – the green lion outfit Harry had picked out for her on her first day. "What atrocious thing is this you're wearing?" he asked her. "I think we can do better than that."

A quick incantation changed the lion to a cute little yellow and blue snake with long eyelashes. "Better, no?"

The edge of Saffron's mouth turned up. Snape had read the books – babies this age didn't smile. It was probably gas, as he'd suspected was troubling her. But his cold, cold heart saw the smile, and no amount of logic or deductive reasoning was going to convince him he hadn't, and the ice melted away, leaving only the burning core that was this child – his child.

Strangely, to him, tears jumped to his eyes, and he said, "Oh," again. "So that's what it feels like."

He reached a long finger out to touch her tiny hand, poking it into her fist so she could take hold of it. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and he told her so. He was suddenly possessed with a desire to see her toes, and after asking her permission, he unsnapped the new snake jammies and pulled her legs out. There they were – ten perfect little round toes. A new desire possessed Severus, and he gave in without thinking about it. He brought each little foot to his mouth and kissed it tenderly before redressing her.

"I'm your father," he told her. "Severus Snape. We haven't been properly introduced, and that's my fault. You have my sincerest apologies." She seemed to forgive him, which was very heartening.

"Oh Severus," Tevis said from the door. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Snape extended a hand to her. "I've been a fool, my dear. Can you possibly forgive me?"

Tevis went to him and took his hand, sobbing with relief. "Yes!" she said. "I forgive you!"

He embraced Tevis with one arm and steadied his daughter with the other. "Where's Harry?" he asked.

"I'm here," Harry said, stepping in from the kitchen. He hadn't wanted to intrude on the emotional family moment and had stayed discretely behind.

"Harry," Snape said, pleased to see him. "Come and see my daughter." And Snape felt something expand in his chest, something that might have been pride at this beautiful creature that he had helped to create. He wasn't sure, because he'd never really had anything to be proud of until this moment.

Harry stayed for lunch and caught Snape up on the progress they had made, which didn't take long because they hadn't made any. He left directly after lunch with another large hamper of food and promises to return when he could.

Thirty minutes after he'd apparated away, Molly and Arthur Weasley apparated in with their regular grocery delivery. Molly made much fuss over Saffron and answered what seemed like a million questions from Tevis. While the two women talked over tea in the kitchen, Severus and Arthur stood beside the bassinet, watching the baby sleep.

"I . . . didn't expect this," Severus admitted.

"You didn't think she was carrying a litter of puppies around in there, did you?" Arthur joked.

Severus ignored this. "I have dealt with parents a significant number of times over the years I have been teaching. I have often heard what I thought were platitudes expressed about the overwhelming . . . love a parent feels for a child. During Tevis' pregnancy, I was . . . concerned that I was not capable of this emotion and that when I looked at the child, I would feel nothing." Severus paused for a moment, as though he could not speak. When he did speak again, his voice was a strangled whisper. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered I was wrong."

Arthur's jolly face beamed at him, but Severus was looking only at his daughter.

"She is the very essence of goodness and light. And I . . . well, I am not. I was afraid to touch her, even to look at her, for fear that what I am would touch her, somehow taint her. It was a shock to discover that it actually worked the other way – her goodness and light touched me. Me!" he repeated, emphasizing just how incredible that was.

"'It is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.' The Muggle writer Charles Dickens said that."

"How do you do it, Arthur?" Severus asked.

"I'm sorry. Do what?"

"Walk around with your heart outside your body. For that is what this feels like."

Arthur beamed at him again. "Welcome to fatherhood, Severus."


Of course, once Severus was able to look at and touch his daughter, Tevis' life got much easier. She took the feedings from six through midnight, Severus took them until six in the morning, and they split them throughout the day. Severus was making a concerted effort to make up for missing the first two weeks of Saffron's life, and he began talking to her almost incessantly, about whatever happened to be on his mind. A lot of the time, this was potions. Tevis thought discourse on this topic likely to lead to Saffron falling instantly asleep, but the baby seemed to like the sound of her father's voice, and her dark eyes seemed to bore straight into him when they were together.

Christmas was quiet with just the three Snapes. They hadn't seen Harry since Saffron was two weeks old, and Tevis missed him fiercely and worried about him daily. She tried not to – she'd seen him at the age of forty, after all. But the simple fact was that no vision she'd ever had had ever been proven true, and as much as she had verbally clung to her belief when it came to Severus and their relationship, the simple truth was that she had no reason to believe what she'd seen would come to pass. And until she did . . . she worried.

Tevis had decorated the house, wanting her daughter's first Christmas to be as normal as possible. She'd transfigured a coat rack into a Christmas tree, paper clips into decorations, and a shoelace into garland. Presents for the baby were hardly necessary, but Tevis put a lot of thought into a present for her husband. Their inability to leave this place forced her to cobble together something out of what was on hand.

Finally, she decided to brew something, something personal to them, something Severus would never make for himself.

Severus opened the small box and removed the jar from within. "You brewed something," he said. She often worked in the lab, either with him or on her own projects, and he'd never suspected she was making a gift for him. "What is it?"

"Open it and see," she urged, jiggling Saffron in her arms when the baby started to fuss.

Severus removed the lid from the jar and brought it to his nose to sniff. He recognized the scent at once – Tevis' personal lavender and vanilla blend. But what could it be? He looked up at her, and she smiled encouragingly.

He inserted two fingers into the liquid in the jar. They came away covered with a thick, creamy, slippery substance which Severus massaged into his fingertips. Was this . . . could this be . . .? He looked up at his wife again, and she nodded.

"It is," she confirmed, as though he'd asked the question aloud.

"But why have you given me lubricant?" They hardly needed it for their normal sexual activity.

"Well, I thought perhaps you enjoyed what Harry did to you enough that you might like to incorporate it into our lovemaking. And I thought maybe I'd let you try it on me. If you want."

Severus thought that he very much did want, perhaps even right now, but he tamped down the surge of desire that tore through him at her characteristically blunt words. He cleared his throat. "Thank you. I look forward to it." He leaned over and kissed her, taking her hand and placing it in his lap so she could feel for herself just how much. His other hand he wiped on his robe.

"Now?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Soon," he promised. "First, this." And he handed her a small box of his own.

Tevis handed Saffron to her father, who settled the baby in his arms comfortably, as though he'd been doing it all his life, then removed the wrapping from Severus' offering. Inside she found a bracelet with several multi-colored stones. She gasped.

"Severus! It's beautiful!" She removed it from the box and held it up to admire it.

Shifting Saffron out of the way, Severus leaned closer. "This is a mineral, jasper," he said, pointing to a blue stone. "Blue is very rare. This red one is also jasper. Jasper is thought to have nurturing healing power. It is also considered a stone of protection from one's enemies and provides courage in conflict." Severus moved on to another stone.

"These rocks," he said, pointing in turn at stones of white, orange and silver, "are agate. Agate is the stone of balance. The silver one is a Botswana agate, and is thought to promote protection, fertility, passion, and artistic expression."

Tevis raised her eyebrows at that. "Fertility?"

"Hmmm, yes," Severus said, continuing his dissertation. "These blue stones are lapis lazuli. Of its many properties, it is thought to be a stone of truth and friendship and communication in relationships. All of these things I wish for you."

Tevis felt tears in her eyes. "Thank you, Severus. I love it, and I'll wear it always." She hugged him, being careful not to squeeze Saffron between them. "Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas, love," Severus said.

"This would be perfect if . . ."

"If Harry were here?" he finished when she did not.

"I miss him," Tevis said simply. She had kept an ear on the back garden all day, hoping for a visit from their friend, but it had not come. "I hope that wherever he is, he's well-fed, well-rested, and safe. Happy is probably too much to ask for."

Snape, too, had been hoping that Harry, and perhaps his two partners in mischief, might make an appearance today. He supposed the fact that Voldemort had made no announcement of Harry's capture meant the trio was still successfully hiding from the demented bastard, but he couldn't help but worry. "Shall we put this little monster down for the night and then perhaps make use of your most excellent gift?"

"That sounds like a brilliant plan," Tevis agreed.

Saffron was soundly sleeping in her cot, and Severus and Tevis were stretched out on the bed, completely naked, kissing.

Tevis pulled away. "Did you have a happy Christmas, Severus?"

Severus reached up and touched her face reverently. "Never have I enjoyed a holiday more. It did not occur to me, at any point in my miserable past, that I could have this . . . normalcy. A wife and a child. A relationship with a woman that was both reciprocative and fulfilling. You have given me so much."

"Christmas makes you soppy," she noted.

Severus flushed in embarrassment and looked away. "I –"

Tevis cut him off with a quick kiss. "I like it," she assured him.

Another kiss, this one deeper and more insistent. Tevis' hand found its own way to Severus' full prick, and when she pulled away, she asked, "So, how do we do this?"

"Are you sure that you want to?"

Tevis shrugged. The idea of anal sex had never really appealed to her (although watching Severus and Harry had been the hottest thing she had ever seen), but until she tried it for herself, she would never know how it felt. "I'll never know what it's like if I don't try it, right?"

"Are you doing this for me, or for yourself?"

"For both," she assured him. "So how do we do this?"

"Well, first a cleaning spell, I think." Severus found his wand and gave it a quick wave. Tevis felt his spell tingle in all her private parts.

"Oooh, I like that," she assured him.

"Now, you, up on your hands and knees," Severus instructed.

Tevis did as he requested, then wiggled her bum at him. "This always seemed so . . . animalistic."

"You do bring out the beast in me," he confirmed. He knelt behind her and smoothed his hands over the round globes of her arse, admiring the tautness, the shape, the smoothness of her skin, everything. Using his thumbs, he pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her virgin entrance to him. He lowered his face to her cleft and licked her, once, from vagina to tailbone.

"Holy crap," she said.

"Mmm," Snape agreed, and did it again. And again. And then he stiffened his tongue and used it to trace around the ring of guardian muscle and then probe inside, just as she did on occasion to him, inserting just the tip into the tunnel beyond. "I shall prepare you now."

He pulled away long enough to retrieve the new jar of lube, opened it and covered a finger in the goo. "Ready?" At her nod, he slid one finger in, gently, all the way to the final knuckle. There was little resistance. "How does that feel?"

Tevis had willed herself to remain relaxed, despite his intrusion into a place where no one had gone before. "Um – weird," was all she could bring herself to mutter.

"I'll need to add another finger," he told her. He withdrew his hand and coated two fingers with the gel, then slowly inserted them both. "Still okay?"

"Mm hmmm," Tevis said. She was waiting for this to feel good, but so far, all it felt was – full and uncomfortable.

Severus began to move the fingers in and out of her, twisting them as he did so, opening her and preparing her to take more. He didn't warn her when he slipped the third finger in with the other two. She noticed and bit her lip, but didn't say a word. When Severus deemed she was as ready as she was going to be, he pulled his fingers out.

"It's time. Still willing?" He was panting, looking forward to this more than he had any right to. His wife provided him with willing access to her mouth and vagina regularly – why should penetrating her anally be so arousing? He didn't know the answer to this question, but he did know he was hard enough to cut glass. He stroked himself, applying the lubricant liberally to his throbbing prick, suspecting it wasn't going to take long inside her before he came.

"Go ahead," she told him, willing herself again to remain as boneless as possible, sensing there would be less pain if she were relaxed. Also, she asked herself, how much larger could his cock be than the three fingers he'd just had up her ass?

Not much, it turned out, but enough to notice. The stretch and burn was uncomfortable enough to cause her to whimper when he pushed the head of his cock through. He either didn't hear her or misinterpreted the cause, because he continued his slow but steady press into her passage until his balls were pressed between their thighs. Fully seated, he stopped to gather his raging hormones, sure if he didn't that he'd lose it right now without even moving.

Once he thought he could without embarrassing himself, he pulled back slowly, then pressed back in. "Merlin, love!" he breathed, watching himself slide in and out of her, that sight alone challenging the control he had over himself. "You're so tight, so hot . . . I don't think I can last." He'd meant to reach around and stimulate her manually while he drove into her from behind, but he was quickly losing his purpose and his capacity for thought and reason.

Base instinct controlling him now, he began to increase his pace until he was pounding into her mindlessly. At some point, Tevis dropped her face into her pillow, and though she was trying so very hard to control it, tears had sprung to her eyes as he drove her into the bed over and over again.

Finally, with a loud cry that was close to a recognizable word but really wasn't, Snape came deep inside her, and his rate of movement slowed appreciably as his cock spurted into her what felt like the biggest payload of semen he'd ever produced. It seemed to take forever, they both thought, for it to end, and when it did, Snape wrapped his arms around her waist and collapsed to the bed, pulling her over with him, wanting to keep his rapidly-softening prick inside her as long as possible.

It was many moments before Snape descended from the peak he'd reached at the moment of climax. This, he thought, was bliss, as his senses slowly floated down from the euphoric high his orgasm had taken him to. His sensitized penis finally slipped out of Tevis' arse with a squishy wet sound, causing Severus to jump a little. He tightened his hold around his wife, burying his nose in her hair, feeling the pull of sleep after such a glorious culmination and finding no reason to fight it.

Tevis cried quietly, not wanting to alert Severus to her distress. She'd found no part of that experience pleasurable, and she was afraid if she told him, his insecurities when it came to their sex life would rear their ugly head and have him blaming himself for a poor performance or lack of desirability. It hadn't been him she'd found wanting – it was the act itself. Apparently not having a prostate to pleasure left only the pain and discomfort of the penetration itself to focus on.

Thanking Merlin, Circe and Morgana that she could perform wordless and wandless magic, Tevis cast a cleansing spell on herself, as the steady ooze of Severus' spunk from her asshole was adding to the unsettled way she was feeling. Figuring she'd need it sooner rather than later, Tevis planned to wait until Severus fell asleep, as he was obviously so near to doing, before she got up and found a painkilling salve to apply to her backside.

Tevis sniffed as quietly as she could, but apparently it was just loud enough to penetrate Severus' post-coital haze, and he propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at her. He was just about to say something in praise of her wondrous arse when he noticed the tears on her face and the look of abject misery about her eyes.

"Oh, Merlin, Tevis, I've hurt you!" he whispered, horrified.

"No," she said quickly, wiping her dripping nose with the back of her hand. "It didn't . . . well, it did, but that's not why . . ."

Severus conjured her a handkerchief and handed it to her. Gratefully, she took it and wiped below her nose, then blew it loudly. She banished the handkerchief but made no attempt to explain herself.

"You did not enjoy it," he said, clearly a statement and not a question.

"I'm sorry, Severus. It wasn't you. I just . . ."

"It hurt?" he guessed, feeling like the worst kind of husband . . . man . . . human being imaginable.

"It did, a little," she said. "It was more like an uncomfortable burning stretching feeling, much like when Saffron was born, although obviously in a different spot."

"There was no pleasure, then," he said.

"No," she admitted. "There was no pleasure. I wanted this to be good for you. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" he asked, as the full weight of how thoughtless he had been settled over him. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I sought only my own pleasure. I gave very little thought to your comfort or enjoyment. For Merlins' sake, I didn't even provide the simple courtesy of a cleansing charm afterward. I simply rolled over and nearly fell asleep. As you lay here crying and hurting!" Severus dropped back onto the bed and threw an arm over his eyes. "What kind of a man am I?!"

Okay, he was being a little dramatic now. Tevis rolled over to face him, trying to hide the wince caused when her bum twinged with pain. "Severus, look at me. Look at me!" she demanded when he didn't remove his arm.

He dropped his arm to the bed and looked at her, and she could see the self-disgust in his eyes. She traced a finger down his cheek. "It's all right. We tried it. You obviously liked it, and I'm sorry for that reason that I didn't. But it doesn't make you a bad person, and it doesn't make the fact that we did it wrong. You experiment with potions all the time, right? Sometimes an experiment is a spectacular success, and sometimes it goes badly wrong, and sometimes the result is . . . nothing."

"And this went badly wrong," he stated.

"I wouldn't say that. I'd put it somewhere between badly wrong and nothing. Look at it this way, the next experiment we try, you may not like."

Severus' eyebrows raised in interest at this statement. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know. I was thinking perhaps I would take all your clothes off, cast a levicorpus on you, then suck your cock while you were upside down. Imagine all the theories involving blood flow we could test."

Said prick gave an interested little twitch at that, despite its fatigue. Severus smiled thinly at his wife, happy that she was able to joke after what he had just done.

"Or, how about this? We polyjuice into each other. That way, we can learn exactly how and where to touch." Tevis nodded, really liking the sound of that idea.

Although Severus liked hearing her fantasies, he still felt like the world's biggest schmuck. "I am sorry, my dear."

"Don't be. I still get to fuck you in the ass," she pointed out.

Severus winced, both at her blunt language and the fact that she might use that as an opportunity to get revenge. Good thing he trusted her. "We'll not be doing that until you conduct your own experiment. That seems only fair."

"And you Slytherins are so noted for your devotion to fairness," Tevis pointed out.

"Insolent girl. I particularly like the sound of your polyjuice fantasy. I have some already brewed, you know. That could be very interesting indeed."

Tevis smiled at him, a smile which warmed his heart and sent a rush of feeling straight to his groin. "I like the way you think, my shrewd little potions master."


Two days after Christmas, and there was still no word from Harry. Tevis had lain down for a nap while Severus entertained Saffron, and he woke her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Mmm. Hi," she said sleepily. "What time is it?"

"It's just before six," Severus said softly, brushing a kiss across her forehead.

"Where's Saffy?"

"Downstairs. Sleeping."

"Would you like to join me?" she asked, patting the bed beside her.

"Maybe later. No," he corrected, "definitely later. But first . . . I have a surprise for you downstairs."

Tevis sat up. "A surprise? But Christmas was two days ago."

"Come down with me anyway," he suggested.

"All right." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stretched fully.

"Do you trust me?" Severus asked.

The question surprised her, but she knew the answer. "Of course I do."

A quick wave of his wand, and a black silk covered her eyes, completely blinding her. "Oooh, Severus! Kinky!"

"Take my arm," he instructed, holding his arm in front of her. Tevis reached out and grasped his arm, and he led her down the stairs. He escorted her to a chair and assisted her in sitting down. She heard and felt Severus sit beside her.

He took her hand on the tabletop. "Ready?" he asked.


Severus hesitated one moment, then removed the black silk with his wand. "Happy Anniversary, darling."

Tevis took it in – the candles, the yellow flowers on the table, her husband sitting beside her holding her hand – with a look of growing horror. "No!" she whispered. This couldn't be happening – not now, not already!

"You bastard!" she said, jumping to her feet. "How could you?!" And she turned and ran back up the stairs, sobbing into her hands.

Severus sat, stunned. What had just happened here? The one romantic bone in his body had told him to do this, to celebrate the creation of their daughter. So he'd worked quickly while she'd slept, making her dinner, setting the scene. And something had gone terribly wrong, and he didn't even have a clue as to what that might be.

He was still sitting, looking and feeling dumbfounded, when Harry strode into the room. "Severus! Merry Chris–" At the look on the other man's face, Harry stopped. "What's wrong? Has something happened to Tevis? Saffron?"

Severus looked up in surprise. He hadn't heard Harry arrive. "No . . . no, they're fine." He nodded in the direction of Saffron's bassinet, and Harry peeked in.

"She's gotten so big!" he noted. "So if everyone's all right, then why do you look like you've just seen a two-headed dragon? What's happened?"

"I don't know," Severus admitted, bewildered.

Harry looked at the table – the candles, the flowers, the food. "Looks like you were having a nice dinner. I didn't interrupt, did I?"

"No. No, she'd already . . ." What exactly had she done?

"Where is she?"



"I don't know," Severus admitted again. "We had just sat down. I took off the blindfold . . ."

"A blindfold!" Harry interrupted. "You blindfolded her? No wonder she freaked out!"

"No, it wasn't that. That didn't bother her at all." In fact, she seemed to like that part. "When I took the blindfold off was when she 'freaked out', as you so eloquently put it."

"What did she say?"

"She . . . she called me a bastard and ran upstairs."

"And what did you say, after taking off the blindfold?"

"I only said, 'Happy Anniversary'."

"Anniversary?" Harry repeated, confused. "Anniversary of what? You only got married this summer."

"The anniversary of the night the child was conceived," Severus said dryly.

"Oh. You mean . . . when you and she . . ." Something clicked in Harry's brain. "Wait a minute!" he blurted. "Tell me exactly what you did and said to her!"

"I led her to the table. She sat down. I sat down. I took her hand. I removed the blindfold. I said, 'Happy Anniversary, darling'. She called me a bastard and ran back upstairs."

"Oh! Oh my God! I think I know what's going on here!" Harry said excitedly. "It was her vision! The vision she told me about you and her that convinced her the two of you were meant to be. What you described sounds like what she told me she saw."

Severus sat back in his chair. "But why would that . . .?" He stopped, because he thought he understood why that would upset his wife.

"Do you want me to go up and talk to her?" Harry offered.

"No. I think she and I need to work this out." Snape stood up. "Can you stay with Saffron?"

"Of course. Take your time."

"Harry, it is . . . very good to see you. Tevis has been . . . we have been . . . worried."

"I know it's been a while. I have a lot to tell you. But go take care of your wife first."

Severus nodded and began to ascend the stairs. Harry sat down and tucked into their celebration feast.

Severus stood in the bedroom door. Tevis sat on the bed with her back to him. He crossed the room and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

"I believe I know what has upset you," he said. "Harry is downstairs. He told me about your vision. Congratulations, my dear. You are a true seer."

"Yeah, great," Tevis muttered. She'd checked her journal – sure enough, beside the space she'd left for her vision concerning Severus, the date had been recorded, her accuracy mocking her now. Now that it had happened, there was no reason not to record the details, she supposed. She'd already transferred the image into the journal.

"But you already knew this, no? The vision you had concerning Albus was confirmed before his death."

"It was?" Tevis hadn't looked in her journal in a while. The only new person she'd met in the last several months was her daughter. She'd recorded that vision on a new page, but hadn't looked back through the others. She hadn't met anyone else and had had no other reason to open the journal. "And what were you doing in my journal?"

Snape decided in his own best interests to ignore this question. "Does knowing that you have the gift bother you?" he asked.

"No. At least I'll feel better about Harry."

"Do you want to tell me what has you so troubled then?"

Tevis turned to face him. "I thought we had years! I thought the vision would take place years from now. Now that it's happened, how can I know . . ."

"How can you know what?" he prodded gently.

"That you won't leave me. Or that you won't be killed the next time you leave here. Before, I felt secure because I knew . . ." He'd gone on a mysterious errand yesterday, refusing to tell her where or why. If he did that now, she'd worry every second he was gone.

Severus got up and came around to her side of the bed to sit beside her. "I cannot promise you that I will not be killed. That would be irresponsible. But as to the other . . ." He reached out and took her left hand between his. He ran his fingers over the ring he'd placed there several months ago. "As to the other, you needn't worry. I've done some foolish things in my life, but I do not consider myself a fool. Only a fool would leave what I have found here with you and our child. There is something you need to know, something I should have told you before, perhaps."

Uh oh. Here it comes, Tevis thought. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it fast.

"The day that I actually looked at my daughter, I discovered that I was capable of an emotion I thought I'd never experience. I know you know what I'm talking about. When I looked into her eyes, I was almost physically struck with it. It wasn't until a couple of days later that I realized I'd been feeling a similar emotion for some time. Towards you. It wasn't as explosively powerful," he admitted, "but it is just as deep."

Tevis worked that out for a moment. "Are you saying that you love me?"

"Isn't that what I just said?"

Tevis supposed it was, in Snape-tongue. She lay her head on his shoulder. "That's not going to stop me from worrying about you. In fact, it makes it worse."

"Before," Snape continued, wanting to try, at least, to get out all that he was feeling, "when I was alone, I knew, given my lifestyle, that my death could occur on any given day. That thought never troubled me, really. There were days when I almost would have welcomed death as an end to . . . . everything. Though certainly a painful death was something I would have liked to avoid if possible. But now, when I think that I . . . it's different now. It's no longer about me, but what I would leave behind. When I contemplate not seeing our daughter grow and ride a broom and begin school and get married and have children of her own – it makes me want to live more than anything. And if I were never to see you again –" Severus cupped her cheek in his hand. "I would do nearly anything to avoid that."

"I love you, Severus," Tevis said, covering his hand with one of her own. "I don't say it a lot because I know it makes you uncomfortable, but you must know that from the very bottom of my heart, I love you. And I always will."

Severus leaned in and kissed her gently. When they broke apart, they sat side by side for a moment, Tevis' head on Severus' shoulder, happy and appreciative for what they had.

Suddenly, Tevis sat up. "Did you say Harry was downstairs?!"

Severus smiled. "Yes. He arrived right after you stormed up here."

Tevis looked sheepish. "I'm sorry about that. I know you made an effort to do something nice, and . . . romantic, and I ruined it."

"You didn't ruin it. We can still complete parts of what I had planned."

"After Harry?" she asked. She really wanted to see Harry.

Severus sighed exaggeratedly. "Yes, after Harry." He leaned in to give her lips a little preview of what was on offer for later.

"With Harry?" she asked, her voice full of hope.

"I thought that was to be a one-time occurrence?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy it?"

"I think you know better. Let's go down and see him."

Harry had cleaned the food off both plates. "Sorry," he said when he saw Severus noticing that fact.

"It is no matter," Severus assured him.

"Harry! Merry Christmas!" Tevis said. Harry stood up so they could hug. Tevis squeezed him nearly hard enough to break ribs.

"Same to you!" he said when she let him go. "Everything all right?"

"It is now," she assured him. "Sit. Eat some more."

"No. I'm good, thanks," he assured her. "But I've eaten your supper."

"There's more," Severus said.

They ate in the kitchen, talking in general terms about what Harry and his friends had been doing. Severus had many questions, but he held onto them until he could speak with Harry alone. While the men cleaned up the dinner dishes, Tevis went into the living room for Saffron, who decided she'd like to have something to eat, too. After feeding her, Tevis kicked the men out of the kitchen so that she could bathe her daughter in the sink.

Harry and Severus retired to the living room with tea and biscuits. "Talk," Severus ordered.

"Well, first, the horcrux has been destroyed. That's the most important thing. But let me back up. What's happened since I saw you last?" Harry wondered out loud. "Oh, shortly after I was here before, Ron . . . left us."

"Left you?" Severus repeated.

"Yes. The horcrux . . . it made you feel awfully depressed when you were wearing it. That's why we took turns. But it seemed to affect Ron the most. When it was his turn with it, he was surly and complained a lot. Finally, we had a row about the lack of progress we were making. I'm not sure what he expected. Maybe he thought Dumbledore had let me in on some secret plan that I would reveal at the critical moment. If that was the case, he didn't know Dumbledore very well. Anyway, he disapparated away. We waited as long as we could for him. We knew once we left, he wouldn't be able to find us again, but finally, we had to go. He just came back yesterday."

A look of understanding passed through Severus' eyes which Harry didn't comprehend. "And how did he find you?" he asked.

"Dumbledore gave him his deluminator. He used it to find us."

"So Dumbledore knew . . ."

"Yeah," Harry confirmed. "But I need to back up again. I've been having visions concerning Gregorovitch. I told you about that last time I was here, yeah?"

Severus nodded confirmation, and Harry filled him in on what he'd seen, and they talked for a while about what it might mean.

"And I don't think I told you before that Hermione took Phineas Nigellus' portrait from Grimmauld Place. We've been using it to get updates from Hogwarts. Things are really bad there."

"Yes," Severus agreed. "The Weasleys have kept me informed." The new headmaster, Luther Vashon, was firmly in Voldemort's pocket, and Hogwarts had become more of a prison than a school.

"Yes, of course. And Professor McGonagall, as well, I imagine. Ginny . . . is she all right?"

"She is more than all right. But go on."

"Well, Ron was gone, and Hermione and I were at a loss as to what to do next. So . . . on Christmas Eve, we came here, to Godric's Hollow."

"Here? You were here, and you didn't stop? Why did you come?"

"We were going to stop in, and probably would have stayed the night, but . . ."

"Something happened," Severus guessed.

"Yes. We came here to see Bathilda Bagshot. The Skeeter piece in the Prophet led us to believe she might have information. We even talked ourselves into hoping that Dumbledore had left the sword with her. Not only had he not done so, she was . . . she was not herself. We think she'd been . . . inhabited for some time. By the Dark Lord."

"You're not saying the name," Severus noted with satisfaction.

"Yes, well, Ron told us about how the name has been jinxed so that anyone who says it can be located."

"I'm surprised you've made it this long without mentioning him by name," Severus observed.

"Well, it bothered Ron, so we just got into the habit of calling him 'the Dark Lord'. Good thing, I guess."

"Quite," Severus agreed.

"So old Bathilda had been hosting Nagini. He must have suspected that I'd come here eventually, and he had the snake here, just waiting. She got me alone and . . . transformed." Harry shuddered at that memory. "She called him. She was supposed to hold me here until he arrived. But Hermione heard the struggle, and she came up. She was so awesome! I'd be dead now if it wasn't for her. She got us out of there just as he arrived. But my wand was broken in the struggle."

Severus looked stunned and gulped audibly. "The . . . the Dark Lord was here? In Godric's Hollow?"

"I'm sorry, Severus. If I had known . . . well, I never would have led him so close to you and your family."

"I do know that," Severus assured him. "Well, it's good to know the wards work. If he was that close and didn't detect me, that is heartening. Is your wand repairable?"

Harry removed the pieces from the pouch around his neck and showed them to Severus, who tried his own reparo spell, with no success. Harry sadly returned the pieces to the pouch.

"So how did you escape?"

"We jumped out a second story window, and Hermione disapparated us away in mid-air. It would have been really cool if it wasn't so terrifying. But we didn't leave there totally empty-handed. Bagshot had a copy of Skeeter's book, and Hermione took it. It was . . . illuminating to read about Dumbledore and Grindlewald."

"Harry, surely you don't believe anything that cow has written!"

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to believe any more. Nothing adds up. Just when we think we have something figured out, it all blows to hell." He sighed in frustration. "So anyway, Hermione took us to . . ." Harry thought better of finishing his thought. They were supposed to be in hiding.

"The Forest of Dean," Severus finished softly.

Harry looked astonished. " But how did you know?"

"You've never seen my patronus before, have you, Harry?"

Dumbly, realization beginning to sink in, Harry shook his head, but said, "A doe?"

Severus nodded his confirmation.

"But how?"

"Dumbedore . . . or his portrait rather. He knew you were in contact with Phineas through his portrait. So he asked Phineas to alert him if he ever became aware of your whereabouts. Apparently you let something slip yesterday. Some time ago, I . . . commissioned Ginny Weasley to steal the sword from the Headmaster's office, where Dumbledore had hidden it. She was very brave. Had she been caught, her life may well have been in danger. She would not tell me how she managed to get through the wards that must have been in place. She is much like her twin brothers.

"Knowing how the sword must be attained, I couldn't simply hand it to you the next time I saw you. So I devised a plan that would require you to be . . . Gryffindorish to retrieve it."

"The bottom of an icy puddle?! Really? That was the best you could come up with?" Harry shivered at the memory.

"It worked, didn't it? Although you did worry me for a while."

"You were watching?! I thought someone was out there!"

"Yes," Severus confirmed. "If Mr. Weasley hadn't come along when he did, I would have had to jump in and save you myself. I wondered about where he had been. Now I know."

"His parents don't know he deserted us," Harry said quickly. "No one in his family does, except Bill. He went to Bill instead of going to the Burrow. He was . . . ashamed of himself and didn't think his family would understand."

"He was quite right about that," Severus noted. "His sister alone would have hexed him senseless. Not that that would have taken long."

"So you saw when we destroyed the horcrux?" Harry asked.

"No. I left as soon as I knew you were safe. Tevis and Saffron were here alone."

"It was awful," Harry reported, remembering what had come out of the locket. "It did not want to die."

"But it did?"

"It did," Harry agreed.

"So one more down, then. Very well done."

Harry sighed. "Took long enough."

"So what's next?"

"We're going to talk to Xeno Lovegood tomorrow. He was wearing Grindlewald's mark at the wedding. We want to see what he knows."

"Be careful," Severus warned. "He's very . . . eccentric."

"We will."

Tevis entered from the kitchen and handed Saffron to her godfather. Harry noticed how good the baby smelled, and he buried his nose in her fine hair and inhaled. "She smells good!"

"Babies don't always smell like poop, you know," Tevis noted.

"Quite often, though," Severus told him. "And how are Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

"They're fine. Hermione's pretty angry at Ron, but she'll get over it. That's why I left them alone today. I'm hoping they work it out while I'm gone. Hello," he said to Saffron, whose dark eyes had found Harry. She smiled up at him. "She smiled at me!"

"She does that a lot now," Tevis said. "Which you'd know if you visited more."

Harry continued talking to Saffron, trying to coax another of those enchanting smiles out of her.

"I packed you a basket of food to take with you," Tevis told him.

"Thanks. And do you have any pictures of Saffron? Hermione told me I needn't bother coming back without one."

"Of course!" Tevis said. "I'll get you some."

"She's going to ask you to say," Severus told him after Tevis had left the room.

"I'd like to," Harry said, looking down at Saffron again. "But I really need to get back."

"Just so you understand," Severus said, "she's going to ask you to spend the night."

"Oh," Harry said, comprehending. And then, "Damn! I wish I could. You have no idea how I wish I could. But we've got a big day tomorrow, and I really need to get some rest tonight."

Severus shrugged. "You don't have to stay the entire night," he pointed out. "Surely you would not be missed for another hour or two."

Harry's hopes began to rise, along with other interested parts of his anatomy. By the time Tevis got around to issuing the invitation, Harry was more than ready. He'd spent a lot of his nights on the run dreaming of things he'd done with the Snapes and things he'd like to do with them if he ever got another chance. Those fantasies had kept him from going mad all those long nights when he couldn't sleep (plus he'd perfected his silencing spells as a bonus when his body demanded relief from the arousing thoughts – sharing a tent with someone could really put a crimp in your . . . style).

Tevis hugged Harry when he appeared in the bedroom. "I've missed you," she said, near tears at the relief of having him back with them, safe.

"I've missed you, too," Harry assured her.

Tevis pulled away from him, took his hand and led him to the bed. "What would you like to do tonight, Harry?"

Harry gulped. "Well, I've actually been thinking a lot about this . . . about what I'd like to do if I ever got the chance . . . if you ever let me back in your bed."

"And?" Tevis prompted.

"I've got some ideas," Harry said as Severus entered the room carrying a sleeping Saffron. He placed her gently in the cot, then turned to Harry.

"What sort of ideas, Harry?" The velvet smoothness of Severus' voice went straight to Harry's cock, and he reached full hardness in record time.

"Well, I was thinking . . ." He stopped when Tevis began pulling his shirt over his head. Once we was free of the garment, she rubbed her hands over his chest, causing him to shiver.

"Are you cold?" she teased.

"God no!"

"Have you ever noticed how much Harry prays to God whenever he's here?" Tevis asked her husband, her hands going now to the button on Harry's jeans.

"I've noticed," Severus said, removing his own shirt.

Harry stared at Severus, hit once again by how sexy this man was, with the sparse hair scattered over his chest and his miles and miles of porcelain skin. He stood so that Tevis could divest him of the remainder of this clothing, then stepped closer to Severus and ran his hands over that enticing skin. Severus leaned down and kissed the shorter man, bringing his body closer by cupping Harry's buttocks and pulling him roughly up against his own denim-clad erection.

Harry groaned deep in his throat and frotted his prick against Severus' front. "You have no idea how much I've missed this."

Harry felt Tevis, obviously nude herself now, slide up against his back. "Come for us, Harry," she whispered into his ear, running her hands down his sides, over his hips, to his raging erection. "Come for us now," she coaxed.

He required no further urging. With Severus still holding him in place by the arse, and Tevis cupping his balls, Harry required only a short period of furious rutting against Severus, the roughness of his placket and belt loops increasing the delicious friction, until he exploded his urgent need all over his own and Severus' belly and chest. When he finally finished, his knees were too weak to support his weight, and if he hadn't been caught between the Snapes, he would have fallen to the floor.

"Mmmm," he moaned. "Snape sandwich."

Severus looked down at him, amused. "Shall we adjourn to the bed?"

"Jesus, look! I'm getting hard again already, just from your voice!" Harry said, obviously pleased by this development.

"Yes, well now that we've alleviated the urgency, perhaps your stamina will be more conducive to other interesting activities."

Harry wasn't sure he understood all that, but it sounded good, so he said, "Bed."

Harry arranged himself on the bed while Severus removed the rest of his clothing. He reached into his wardrobe and withdrew two stoppered vials. "Tevis?" he asked.

His wife looked up at him, instantly understanding what he was asking her. "Tonight, yes. Perfect," she said. She reached up and pulled a strand of hair from her head.

Harry looked from one to the other, clearly not comprehending what was going on. He watched Tevis walk to her husband, admiring her naked form. Severus unstoppered one vial, and Tevis added the hair to it.

Wait a minute! This was a little too familiar. "Polyjuice?" Harry squeaked.

Ignoring him, at least for now, Severus handed Tevis the unadulterated vial, then pulled out one of his own hairs and added it to the potion. "Ready?" he asked.

Tevis nodded and raised the vial to her mouth. Wrinkling her nose at the terrible stench, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and tossed the contents of the vial into her mouth. She closed her lips, held her nose, and swallowed.

"Oh, that is nasty!" she gasped.

Severus drank his potion down without so much as a shudder.

Tevis and Severus stared at one another, waiting for the transformation. Harry watched, fascinated, from the bed as the two seemed to switch places.

The new Severus looked down at a body that was much leaner, much longer, and much more masculine than the one she was used to looking at. Her eyes strayed no further than her new penis. Seemingly unable to stop herself, she reached down and took it into one hand, enjoying the way it filled her palm, the way it filled out as she languidly stroked it. "Holy shit, Severus! How do you not do this every minute of the day? It feels incredible!"

"Welcome to the male body," Severus chuckled. He looked down at his own much smaller and much more curvaceous body, and he ran his hands over his hips appreciatively. "But we're neglecting our guest."

"Don't worry about me," Harry assured them. "I can get off just watching the two of you."

Tevis sat on the edge of the bed. "You said you had some ideas,"she reminded Harry.

A delicious blush crept up Harry's face. "Yes, well, you don't know how long and lonely the nights are. I think about horcruxes until my brain falls out, and then I have to move on to something more . . . pleasurable."

"So tell us," Tevis suggested, running a long-fingered hand slowly up Harry's thigh, stopping to fondle his recently-emptied balls.

"Well," Harry said, spreading his legs a bit more to provide better access. "I want to fuck both of you again, of course. And I think I'd like to watch you," he said, looking up at Severus, who remained across the room, watching them, "fuck your wife. From behind. And while you're doing that, I'd like to . . . um . . . I'd like to eat you," he said, turning to Tevis and tracing a circle around her flat left nipple, then sucking gently on it. "But I'm open to suggestions. I like to experiment, too."

A look passed between Tevis and Severus, then a smile crept onto both their faces. Harry noticed and looked from one to the other, then back again. "What?" he said. "What am I missing?"

"We did a little experimenting of our own a couple of nights ago," Tevis explained.


"Yes. Anal sex. I didn't really like it. But we had some other ideas. Like polyjuice." She looked at her husband. "Join us?"

Severus crossed the room, marveling at the way his new body moved. He lay on the bed next to Harry and turned to take the young man into his arms, joining their lips together as he did so. They kissed passionately while Tevis ran her hands over both of them appreciatively.

"Damn!" she said. "Harry, you and I would have made a very nice-looking couple!"

Severus pulled back away from Harry. "So, what first, Harry? Which of your fantasies do you want to act out first?"

"Hmm," Harry thought, then gasped as Tevis' hand came up between his legs to cup his balls. "You two first. With me underneath."

Harry turned himself around on the bed and lay flat. Severus straddled his head, then lowered his vagina to Harry's mouth. Harry's tongue immediately found his clitoris and wiggled it back and forth, causing Severus to gasp "Fuck!" and flood Harry's mouth with a rush of feminine ejaculate.

"Well, that was fast!" Harry noted with a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

"Mmm, and the best part is, I'm ready to go again already," Severus said, smiling beatifically. "But keep your tongue to yourself for a minute, if you would."

Severus repositioned himself on his knees over Harry, and Tevis came up behind him. She ran her hands up over Severus' breasts, and he dropped his head back on her shoulder. "Take me," he requested.

Tevis used her large hands to push Severus' smaller body over, and he landed on his hands. Taking her cock into her hands, stroking it, enjoying the feel of it in her hands again, she nudged the head against the entrance to Severus' vagina, then slowly pushed herself into his moist canal. "Oh, Jesus!" she groaned. This was surreal. She had a penis, and she was using it to her fuck herself. And then she felt Harry's agile tongue, dancing over the point where she and her husband were joined, and she wondered just how long she'd be able to hold out. Her hips began pistoning faster into her husband until she was slamming into his tight heat with abandon, instinct overcoming her unfamiliarity with being on the giving end of this particular act. She felt the impending orgasm in her balls first, and then it shot out of her raging prick with a fierceness she'd never experienced in her female form. It seemed to go on forever, the sensation impossibly heightened when Severus came, his vaginal muscles massaging Tevis' penis, and by Harry's tongue dancing and darting about down there. When it was over, Tevis could do nothing but collapse against Severus' back, boneless and panting.

Harry wriggled out from under the still-joined pair and helped Tevis off of Severus, laying her gently on the bed. "I think I just died," she announced, causing the two men to chuckle.

"You look all used up," Severus complained. "I know I have more stamina than that."

"Just give me a minute," Tevis requested. "You two go ahead and . . . do whatever."

They didn't need any more encouragement than that. Harry lay Severus down beside Tevis and kissed him thoroughly. Severus spread his legs and pulled Harry atop him. Harry took hold of his cock and dragged it through her folds. "God, you're wet!" he moaned.

"Do that again!" Severus demanded, and Harry complied, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth across Severus' clitoris. "Yes, there! More . . . don't . . . Merlin!" And Severus came again, all over the head of Harry's cock.

"I want to put it in!" Harry cried. "I need . . ."

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

Harry plunged in, all restraint gone. He stopped, panting to get himself under control, and rested his forehead against Severus'. "God, I've missed you!" he whispered.

"Move, Harry," he urged.

Harry pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, developing a rhythm that was insistent but not urgent. Thankful he'd come once already, he enjoyed every slide into the velvety depths and every pull back out through the wet sheath. He felt hands on his arse cheeks, and some tiny part of him realized that Tevis had apparently recovered, but he didn't let them interfere with the sensuous torture he was putting himself through. A cold, wet liquid dribbled into his cleft and was then spread over and into his entrance with a long, inquisitive finger, and he was suddenly torn between the desire to push back into the finger (fingers now) and thrust forward into Severus' naturally lubricated tunnel.

Tevis took that decision away from him when she straddled Harry and Severus, positioning the head of her penis at Harry's arsehole. At Harry's next backstroke, she impaled him on her prick, then pinned both of them to the bed beneath her. Once again squashed into a Snape sandwich, Harry couldn't move, though his cock was crying out for friction. He was able to make only very small thrusts with his hips until Tevis started pounding into him from behind. Every lunge she made forced Harry deeper than he thought possible inside Severus, his cock head touching new and interesting areas.

Beneath them, Severus struggled to breathe until he pressed himself further down into the mattress. Once Tevis started fucking Harry, forcing Harry deeper inside him, Severus cried out, Harry's cock hitting something inside him that had never been touched before, something that drove him straight into another orgasm without any build-up. The sudden intensity had him seeing starbursts beneath his tightly-closed eyes, and he cried out incoherently, his head whipping back and forth as he tried to somehow get on top of the excruciating pleasure before it destroyed him.

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" Harry cried, and he let loose inside Severus, bathing his insides with seed, releasing with each spurt evidence of how very much he enjoyed the treatment he was receiving at the hands (and mouths and other body parts) of his friends.

When Severus and Harry had descended from the mountain of pleasure they'd scaled, Tevis slipped her still-hard cock out of Harry and pulled Harry out of Severus. Tevis took Harry's cock in her mouth and cleaned him up thoroughly, pulling at him until he hardened under her ministrations. She had one last thing in mind before her time in this body ran out, and she needed Harry, as the only other person in the room with a penis.

"Harry, fuck me," she requested.

"I'm not sure I can," he groaned.

"Please, Harry. I want to know what it feels like. I didn't like it when Severus did it to me. I'm thinking having a prostate will make all the difference." She grasped Harry's hard cock in her hand. "You're ready. Please."

Harry's flesh was incredibly over-sensitive, but he'd never been able to deny Tevis anything. "All right. Severus, do you want to prepare her?"

Severus very much did, and he treated his wife to a thorough rimming before greasing his fingers and stretching her adequately to receive Harry. During his foreplay, he found her prostate, and it was every bit as pleasurably jolting as Tevis had believed it would be. When Harry pushed tiredly into her, he found her prostate and battered it repeatedly until Tevis came helplessly in Severus' hand. Harry pulled himself out of Tevis' arse. He hadn't come, but he was so tired that he didn't think he could, and he was more than happy to just let his cock deflate, which it did quickly.

"Thank you," Tevis said. "Do you want to . . .?" she asked, waving at his groin.

"No. Not right now. Maybe we could rest for a minute. Or thirty."

"Sure, Harry," Tevis said. The three of them lay together, limbs entwined, and promptly fell into a erotica-induced comatose state.

They were awakened a short time later by Saffron's cries. Tevis sat up and realized that she had her own body back, as did Severus. She got out of bed and picked Saffron up, speaking to her softly and rocking the baby in her arms. Saffron had started sleeping longer and sometimes didn't need to eat when she awakened in the night. Tevis hoped this would be one of those nights. When Saffron's eyes dropped close, Tevis said a prayer of thanks and returned the baby to her cot before climbing back into bed.

She was ready for one more round, and she rolled atop Severus and wriggled her now-familiar body over his. His arms went around her as he ground his erection into her. Harry lay there and watched them, his own interest becoming rapidly apparent. Severus kissed his wife, then dumped her onto the bed between him and Harry. Tevis smiled at Harry and ran a gentle hand down his cheek. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered. And she leaned over to kiss him.

Tevis was pulled away from Harry's mouth by her husband's hands on her body, pulling her over and up until she was on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. Severus prepared to mount her again. He did all of this without speaking, his need for his own release coursing through him like a cruciatus.

He slid into Tevis, the way made ready for him by their earlier activities and the copious amounts of semen she'd already been gifted with.

Harry positioned himself beneath them again and pushed Severus' heavy balls up out of the way so that he could watch as the long, slender cock slid in and out of Tevis, fluids leaking out of her in a torrent. He raised his head and stuck out his tongue and began lapping away at whatever he could reach – Tevis' perineum, now covered with come; Severus' cock as it pulled out of Tevis; Tevis' vagina when Severus pulled all the way out in his uncoordinated frenzy. He continued licking when Severus finally, finally, lost his load inside his writhing wife, and he was still laving away when Snape pulled out, causing a huge load of spunk, to cascade out onto Harry's tongue. He lapped happily, and now that all impediment was gone, he stuck his tongue inside Tevis' tunnel, seeking out the source of all of this life juice, coaxing every drop he could find onto his tongue and down his throat. His tongue-lashing was so thorough, he brought Tevis to two more orgasms before he was through. Vaguely he felt a hand wrapped around his cock, but he didn't completely register what he was feeling until his own orgasm burst through him, and he shot spunk straight up into the air. Severus redirected his cock so that he shot the last few spurts onto his own face.

Harry lay panting on the bed for a moment before being assaulted by Severus, who kissed and sucked and licked Harry's face, sharing the mixture of fluids he found there. He dragged Harry up the bed so that he rested beside his wife, and Tevis joined in the cleaning of Harry Potter, licking one side of Harry's face like a mother cat cleaning its young. Extraordinary though it seemed, Harry's cock began to rise again at the sheer eroticism of the fact that two people were licking come off his face, and he finally moaned, "Stop," because he thought sure he would die from the pleasure.

They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, smelling of sweat and semen and lavender and vanilla.

Harry wished he could stay the night, but he knew his friends were expecting him back and that they'd worry if he didn't return shortly. He really didn't need to have them come bursting in here, wondering what had held Harry up. He loved Ron and Hermione, but he didn't want to share this with them. This belonged to him and the Snapes.

He allowed himself ten minutes to get his bodily systems back to normal, then kissed both of them soundly and thanked them profusely. Thirty minutes later, after he'd showered, Harry left with a basket of food, photos of his beautiful goddaughter, and a warm feeling of satisfaction filling every morsel of his being.

After he'd gone, Tevis and Severus snuggled under the covers. "Just so you know, I cast a contraceptive spell on myself before we got started."

Snape raised an eyebrow in appreciation for her foresight. "Good thinking. The world isn't ready for another messy-haired green-eyed brat."

Tevis settled her head on her husband's shoulder, fighting the sleep which wanted to claim her. "Severus, do you want more children?"

"I hadn't thought about it, I guess. I would rather like to have a son, I think, to carry on the family name, such as it is. What about you? Do you want more?"

Tevis yawned. "I'd have ten if you'd agree to give birth to the next nine."

Severus snorted in amusement. "Go to sleep, love. You're obviously delirious."


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