Chappie WARNING:
Snarry, slash, ManxMan, fluff
DISCLAIMER
I DO NOT own Harry Potter and Co. JK Rowling does.
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Severus Snape quietly looked at the man sleeping beside him. He studied the long, curving lashes that framed expressive eyes—eyes he knew to be brilliant green. The smooth, unblemished skin of the sharp cheeks that tapered down to pinkish lips came to view as his dark eyes travelled slowly. And finally, Severus stared at the beautiful face as a whole and smiled.
He, Severus Snape, could still not fathom how he came to be here—happy and content—with Harry Potter.
Now, a Snape too, as he briefly looked at the golden wedding band adorning Harry’s left finger. The glint of the ring in Harry’s person always brought him a sense of satisfaction…and possession.
Severus was infinitely…grateful for his Harry for choosing him over the countless men and women who were in pursuit of his heart. It was not an easy part for him as he tried winning then the young man’s heart with rivals as young and handsome as Harry.
Even now, Severus could not still wrap his head around the fact he won against all of them.
“Hmm… Sev?” Honeyed voice that was always welcome reached him and Severus turned to the now awake Harry. Still with eyes closed, Severus looked on as his young husband tried to burrow deeper in their blankets.
“Yes, love?” He answered as he hugged the man closer to him. In turn, Harry unconsciously rubbed his face on Severus’ chest. Murmurs of gratitude flowed from Harry’s lips as warmth enveloped him.
“Anything wrong? You’re thinking aloud.”
Severus delivered a small kiss atop Harry’s head, “I apologise. Nothing is the matter, love. Just…reminiscing.”
“Hmm…what about?”
Harry started playing with the small hairs on his chest which made Severus gasp. It took a few seconds before he answered his husband. “Despite my…lack of handsome physical attributes, you , the wizarding world’s savior, had chosen me as your husband. Amongst younger, more deserving men and women…you chose me.”
The man beside him, stiffened. Then slowly, Harry pried himself upright on his elbow and looked straight to his husband’s eyes. Severus took a sharp breath at the intensity of the love in those green ones.
“I chose you not because of what those men…and women have but because of what you are. For who you are, is the man that I fell in love with. And still in love with. It doesn’t matter how many times I say it, as long as you’re there to hear it, I won’t get tired convincing you. Even if you’d get tired hearing it.”
Softly, Severus kissed Harry. In it were the words he could only seldom have the courage to speak and the younger man felt them, his lips forming a smile as Severus released him.
“Come here, love. I believe your delectable body is missed by your husband.”
Harry gave a delighted laugh. “Who’d ever guess what an insatiable man, Severus Snape would be?”
