Blood Stones (Snarry)

An outing

Severus could feel Harry's comfort in flying. Though what he considered to be a slow glide felt like a roller coaster to Severus. Teams stood at an even score of 3-3, the boys on one team, while Severus and Lily were on the other- though Harry's glare insisted the competitive boys let them catch up. Harry's stomach was at a size now wherein his fit frame had begun to protrude allowing him access to it, but they had not yet reached the point of feeling movement which was likely still a month or two away as it typically was in a first pregnancy. They picked up speed suddenly as Harry grabbed hold of the makeshift quaffle and rushed to make the goal. Albus was quite the keeper, but no match for Harry's swiftness on a broom. Clapping emerged from Lily who wobbled about near the rings on her training broom, James nearby, was upset that they were being allowed to win.

"Continue playing for a bit but start getting cleaned up for dinner soon." Harry said before drifting off into the fields beyond the shack, Severus still clinging to him.

If you went far enough it even began to look like the burrow, dandelions everywhere and a bit of swampy water. It wasn't paradise but it was a nice place to lay in the grass and let the wind hit your face as the sun went down. Harry circled the ground gently, going down and easing them to the ground quite literally, not stopping until they both had their knees touching the grasses, which he spelled a large spot dry.

"You can let go now Severus." he said in an almost teasing tone as he undid the clasped fingers around his middle. He'd gladly sank back into that embrace, but they needed the broom out from under them and to be steady first.

"You did great that round!" he praised, turning his head, and kissing the potion master's flushed cheek, smirking slightly at the other's weakness to genuine praise... although he wasn't much better.

"Quite, now if you don't mind removing this floating splinter risk from my bullocks Mister Potter-" making Harry laugh as he shrank his broom and transfigured some leaves into some pillows.

He pressed back against the other, a shit-eating grin on his face as the other flailed and failed to stay upright.

"Blast it all!" Severus huffed, tumbling backwards onto the new green pillows while Harry barked with laughter and purposely pressed his weight down on the flustered man.

"Oh, lighten up!" he was gasping through his giggles, looking up and over his shoulder at the man beneath his back.

"I'm in no need of being any lighter, I have you. Besides, It's an insult to my character."

"An insult to your character? and what kind of character would that be?" Harry giggled as he laid atop the other's chest.

Severus looked back in his memories at the depressed ageing professor who wore nothing but black and exclusively pouted about the halls or scowled angrily. He could remember a time when he wasn't sure he was prepared to go on with his life. He looked back at his affiliation with Voldemort, his tendency to punish and never reward. The one thing he regretted as he died was never trying to be happy and only ever dwelling on his miserable past. It was part of the reason he was so open to getting close to Harry when he had first shown at the Shrieking Shack.

"Well, my sources have told me that I'm quite terrifying." he could feel the corners of his mouth twitching as the other laughed at him.

"Your sources." Giggling had turned to outright cackling as Severus now managed a full smile and possibly even a chuckle.

Harry rolled over until they were chest to chest, straddling the other's waist as he lowered himself down and snuggled in deeper, still stifling more cackles against the fabric as he looked up at Severus's eyes.

"I'm sure those sources have switched sight." he said, inching his way up with chaste kisses of appreciation from the center of Severus's chest, heading gradually upwards.