Silver and Gold 19/? DH Spoilers
SPOILERS FOR DH


Title: Silver and Gold 19/?
Author: Eriador117
Rating: NC-17, Snape/Harry
Spoilers up to and including Deathly Hallows
Summary: Things are never quite what they seem. Epilogue, what epilogue? ;)
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse, I'm just playing in it.
Beta'd by Rakina, many thanks :)
Warnings: AU, Angst, Mpreg. There are some other things I am not warning for as it will give away the plot and I myself don't exactly know where the story is going yet.



Earlier Parts

Part Nineteen

"And what would you like for dessert, sir?" asked the waiter once he'd whisked their dinner plates away.

Severus didn't like the way the waiter, Carlo, was ogling Harry. Not that he could blame the man; Harry looked delectable tonight: the green in his shirt brought out his eyes and he had an air of innocence that certain people would be drawn to. Severus included himself in that. Despite everything Harry had been through, including playing host to part of the Dark Lord's soul for most of his life, he was still innocent. It was as if he had a core of light that nothing dark could penetrate.

"I'll have the pear tartlet with fresh cream. Harry, why don't you try the tiramisu, I think you'll like that."

"Okay, I'll have that," agreed Harry and Severus had to wonder at his easy compliance. It seemed so different to the persona Harry showed in class. Did he have a penchant for being dominated? The thought had Severus' head reeling and heat pooling in his groin. Severus would adore having Harry as his pet, but he had no idea if Harry even knew what that would mean.

A few moments later Carlo was back with crisp white napkins which he set on the table before laying out a dessert spoon and fork on each one. To Severus, it seemed that the man was taking an unnecessary amount of time setting out Harry's place and he could see Harry shying away from this stranger invading his personal space. The waiter's left hand dipped beneath the table and Severus saw red. He reached out and grabbed hold of the waiter's wrist as he fiddled with the edges of Harry's napkin yet again. "That will be all," said Severus with a pointed glare.

The waiter nodded, rubbing his wrist when he left their table and Severus resolved to use a spell on their desserts when it arrived: he wouldn't put it past the waiter to spit in it or worse after that little altercation. Harry had paled considerably and was toying with his cutlery.

"Harry, are you all right? What did he do?"

"He pinched me. On the thigh," said Harry, some of his colour returning.

Severus knew that Harry had done nothing to encourage the man, but the waiter's antics had brought out a possessive streak in him. If there was any pinching of Harry to be done; it would be done by Severus and only by Severus. When the waiter returned with their desserts, Severus had the strongest urge to reach across their table and stake a claim to Harry there and then. But he was mindful of the packed restaurant and Harry's own innate shyness, so he settled for pressing Harry's hand to his lips and glowering at the waiter.

The waiter seemed to sense that antagonising Severus was not the thing to do; he left the desserts with very little fuss and headed off to see to some more customers. Severus didn't let Harry touch his food until he'd scanned both of them with a silent and wandless spell. Both were fine and he nodded to Harry to show that he could eat it now.

Severus barely tasted his own dessert, so intent was he on watching Harry eat his. "Mmm, that's delicious," Harry moaned after his first mouthful of the Italian trifle. His eyes were sparkling in the candlelight; his face aglow with pleasure. Red lips as plump as ripe strawberries were just begging to be kissed and Severus couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy in front of him. No matter what age he was, Harry would always be a boy to him. His boy, he hoped.

"What?" asked Harry, dropping his spoon. "Do I have some on my face or something?"

"Yes," replied Severus, lifting up his own napkin and dabbing Harry's cheek with it. Their gazes locked; Severus could hear Harry's breathing speeding up and wondered if Harry's heart was suddenly beating as fast as Severus' was just then. It was easy once Harry's skin was clean for Severus' finger to linger on a caress and Harry's eyes fluttered closed and he moaned a little. Severus' trousers had become unbearably tight in the last few minutes and he wished now he hadn't agreed to them taking things slowly.

By the time the waiter returned with their bill and payment was sorted out, Severus had calmed down enough for their walk to the cinema. But his mind was still on Harry, on his kissable lips and the way he'd moaned when Severus had caressed him. Harry had seemed so responsive to his touches and Severus wondered anew how far Harry had gone with anyone. He didn't think Harry had been with any men before, but there had been a few girlfriends.

It was no good, Severus couldn't bear it any longer; as they walked across the park in Leicester Square he pushed Harry up against the trunk of a tree, none too gently. Harry gasped in surprise and the open mouth was too tempting an invitation. Severus pressed his lips down hard and started devouring Harry's mouth. Finally, finally he got to taste him! Severus moaned in relief at the kiss, his arms going around Harry's waist and rubbing his back through his coat. Harry's hands tangled in Severus' hair as he returned the moan and began grinding his hips against Severus' legs. Harry was frantic, almost climbing Severus' body like a vine. When Severus licked his tongue along Harry's mouth and eased inside, Harry almost tore Severus' hair out by the roots, groaning and bucking madly.

Merlin, he was as responsive as Severus had suspected! Severus didn't think it would take long for Harry to come just from kissing and rubbing up against him. He kissed Harry softly, gently easing him down as Harry whimpered. Severus hadn't known Harry would get so aroused so quickly, or he would never initiated such a passionate kiss as that. He continued kissing Harry tenderly, cupping Harry's face in his hands until Harry calmed down. Salty tears dripped onto their lips.

Severus pulled away and glanced down at Harry.

"I'm sorry," said Harry. "I know you wanted to go slowly and I all but molested you in the middle of the park!"

"Ssh, Harry. You've done nothing wrong and I wouldn't be averse to a bit of molesting," Severus grinned, trying to cheer him up. "However, the first time you come under my hands, I would prefer it to be a bit less public."

"Oh, God!" Harry groaned and leaned his head against Severus' chest.

Severus held Harry against him and they stood there in silence for quite some time. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence and it was no hardship to hold Harry close to him, but the film started at nine and if they wanted to see it they would need to start walking to the cinema soon. Severus tried not to think of their hotel rooms too much or he would have been tempted to chuck in the film altogether.

"Harry, the film is starting soon," said Severus, carding his fingers through Harry's messy hair. He smelt of soap and shampoo, the chocolate from his dessert and underneath it all, the musky, earthy scent that was just Harry.

Harry gazed up at him. "Oh. Right."

"Would you still like to go?"

"Yes, I've never been to a cinema before."

Harry's erection had faded but as they made their way to the cinema he seemed a bit more subdued than he had been before the kiss. Had Severus pushed things too far, too soon? It had never been his intention to make Harry uncomfortable, but that was just what he'd done.

***

"Would you like to come in for some tea or coffee?" asked Harry when they returned to their hotel after the film. For the whole two hours, Harry had snuggled up to Severus, his head on Severus' shoulder and his arm resting on Severus'. It was something Severus was determined to get used to. He'd draped his arm around Harry's shoulder and at quiet moments during the film had kissed his head, feeling the strangest urge both to protect Harry and to ravish him at the same time; it was very disconcerting.

"Just coffee," said Severus as he followed Harry into his room.

"Just coffee?" echoed Harry as he lifted up the kettle, his brow knitted in confusion.

"Sometimes people ask you in for coffee when they have something else in mind. Something a bit more physical."

"Oh!" Harry dropped the kettle, just missing his feet. "I didn't mean – I'm – um – I mean..." Harry sank into an armchair and hung his head in his hands.

Severus knelt down in front of him and tilted his chin up. "What's the matter?"

"It's me. I'm so stupid! I didn't even know that about coffee. I did really mean just coffee, Severus."

"You're not stupid, Harry, far from it. But perhaps you are a little bit naïve about sexual matters. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Not everyone is a sex maniac, you know."

"What about in the park?" asked Harry.

"That was a physical reaction to stimulus. It was my fault; I initiated the kiss and was perhaps trying to push you further than you were willing to go at the time."

Harry flushed a delightful shade of pink. "I – I would have been willing to do anything, then," Harry said softly.

"And now?"

"Now I feel a bit embarrassed that I lost control so quickly."

"You're very responsive, Harry; but that means I should have taken more care with you. I meant what I said about taking things slowly; your body may be ready but from what you just said, I don't think your mind is."

"I think you're right. I'm glad you stopped, I'm not sure I would have been able to."

"Harry, if you feel things are progressing too fast for you, you only have to tell me. I won't be angry if you want things to slow down or stop for a while. Have you had much experience before me? You don't have to answer that if you don't wish to."

"No, it's all right. There was Cho and Ginny. All I did with Cho was kiss, but it was nothing like being kissed by you. I never got aroused by it."

"And Miss Weasley?"

"We did some other stuff. Hands mostly, but I could never come. I could never relax enough with her. I think I was always afraid that one of her brothers would catch us and demand to know what her hands were doing down my trousers. She – she wanted us to go all the way, but I just couldn't do it. The thought of doing it with her; it sort of made me feel a bit sick, to be honest."

"Was that when you suspected you might be gay?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I never suspected that until I saw you in your workout gear. And then I started dreaming about you."

"Interesting dreams?" asked Severus, arching an eyebrow. Harry was smiling again now.

"Very interesting, but since we're going slowly, I don't think I should tell you about them yet."

"Does that mean you'll tell me about them one day?"

"Maybe," said Harry, lifting up the kettle. "Now how about that coffee?"

"I'd be delighted," said Severus, with a smile of his own.

TBC