Telling

Harry Potter lay on his side in bed and stared at the magical numbers floating above the bedside table which stood as the clock. It was going on eight in the morning and he knew his lover would be waking up shortly. He had been with his lover for two years and he was no longer just a lover...he was now Harry's fiancé. His older lover had asked him to marry him just a couple weeks earlier and he still could not get over how happy he was.

He felt the bed shift behind him, and soon an arm had slid around his waist and a warm body pressed against his back. He gave a small, content smile when he felt a soft kiss on the back of his neck and placed a hand on the one on his waist.

"You're awake early," his fiancé said quietly.

"I haven't been awake too long," Harry said.

"You are still up early. You generally sleep past nine at the least."

Harry rolled over, letting the hand rest on his stomach lightly, and looked up at Severus Snape who was leaning over him slightly.

"Couldn't sleep," he said and Severus hummed.

"Anything wrong?"

"Not particularly."

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Which means there is."

"Damn you for knowing me so well," Harry said with a mock scowl, but couldn't stop from grinning when his fiancé rolled his eyes.

"It's truly not difficult, pet. What's wrong?"

"Just thinking about what you said last night."

"I said several things, many of which I do not believe should be bothering you unless you've suddenly changed in the last ten hours."

Harry chuckled. "Not about any of that. What you said about my friends and Sirius."

"Ah, that."

"Yes, that," Harry said. "What am I going to do? Sirius is not going to take it quietly. He'll probably kill you and then me."

"Allow me to point out that Black would never kill his dear godson," Severus said.

"He will when he learns that said dear godson has been dating Severus Snape for two years and is now marrying him," Harry said. "Do I have to tell him?"

"I will not make you tell him or any of the others. I simply think you should," Severus said and Harry huffed, sitting up.

"How do you always manage to tell me what to do without actually saying it?"

"Talent." Severus smirked up at his fiancé who huffed again. "I know you want to tell them, Harry, so why don't you?"

"Because it'll turn into one big fight and bloodbath," Harry said.

"I highly doubt that, the bloodbath anyways. A fight will only happen with your godfather and the wolf, and you know it. What are you afraid of?"

"Everyone hating me and not accepting us," Harry said quietly.

Severus sighed and sat up as well. "No one will hate you. Besides a select few, I do not believe we will have many problems with your friends."

"They hate the career I chose, why would they accept this?"

"Because it's only Black and Lupin that disapprove of your job. Things will not be as bad as you think, pet," Severus said.

"So, I should tell them?"

"I'm merely making a suggestion."

"Which means I'm spending today telling everyone." Harry sighed before looking at Severus. "Will you come with me?"