Second Place - Romance

It was late in the afternoon when Severus next awoke. A slow smile crossed his face as he realized he was holding his young husband closely to his side. He looked down to see that Harry was still sound asleep. An evil smirk erupted as a wicked idea crossed his mind. Carefully slipping out of his husband's grasp, Severus slid down the bed and drew the bedcovering back. Smiling as he took in the gorgeous form of his still naked husband, Severus wet his lips in anticipation.

Softly, tenderly bestowing loving kisses on the lithe body, the potions master worked his way down his mate's body until he reached his thighs. Then the older man settled in and began licking the hard muscled legs and stroking long fingers up the inner thighs. Harry groaned in his sleep and spread his legs wider, inviting the exploration to continue. Severus brought his lips up to his lover's now burgeoning erection. Running his tongue over the head of the awakening cock, Severus smirked to himself as he felt his own answering arousal. The potions master dipped his tongue into the slit at the top of the head and tasted the bitter, salty fluid already gathered there. Still running a hand along the inner thighs, Severus opened his mouth to accept his young lover's erection.

Green eyes flew open in surprise as Harry bucked up into a hot mouth. Looking down, he reached out a hand to the dark-haired man lathering him with attention. "Oh, Merlin, Sev. That feels so," he trailed off as a talented tongue followed the length of his cock and fingers reached up to fondle his balls. Rapidly rising to a crescendo, the young man moaned and thrashed his head back and forth as the pleasure continued to build.

Severus swallowed his lover down to the root and swirled his tongue around the hard shaft as he swept up and down the length. Reaching a finger back, he drew small circles around the sensitive skin behind the balls. Hearing the moans increase in volume, the potions master sped his ministrations and was rewarded with a warm rush of liquid invading his mouth. Swallowing the precious cream, Severus laved the now softening cock with his long tongue. Finally drawing up from the now limp body, he reached back up to take the soft lips in a gentle kiss.

Harry thought there could not be any better way to wake up than this. As his husband claimed his mouth Harry groaned as he tasted his own essence on his mate's lips. Harry clasped his arms around the larger man's shoulders and felt a hardness press against his body. "Sev, please. In me. Now," Harry begged.

Pulling briefly out of the heady kiss, Severus heartily agreed with that suggestion. Summoning the much-appreciated lube, he coated his fingers with the oil and began the careful preparation of his young husband. Finally satisfied that his mate was ready, Severus sat back and rasped, "Harry, roll over. I want you on your knees."

A shiver went through Harry's body as he processed the words. Whatever. If Sev wanted him to hang from the chandelier, that would be okay with him. Obeying the dark-eyed man, Harry got onto his knees and waited impatiently for the intrusion of his husband's large cock into his body.

Severus had to pause a moment in order to contain his ardor. If he weren't careful he would be done before they had even begun. Positioning himself carefully behind Harry, Severus guided his erection into the small aperture. Inch by inch he slid in, reveling in the tight heat of the channel. Fully seated at last, Severus again paused before an impatient partner pushed back against him. Smirking at the impertinent youth, Severus drew back slowly before slamming forward again. The force of his thrusting was enough to send Harry rocking forward slightly.

Harry groaned and pushed back against his lover. The feel of his cock swinging freely under him was intoxicating and once again he felt the blood surging to his member. Strong hands gripped his hips and a brutal pace was set as the two men shared in their lovemaking.

Feeling the tension coiling in his abdomen, Severus reached around to grasp the younger man's cock. A couple of strokes was enough to make Harry climax again and Severus quickly followed, both calling out the other's name. Severus held still for a moment, enjoying the lingering tremors running through both of their bodies. He reluctantly pulled out of the pliant body and looked at his still cream-covered hand. Harry turned over and smiled up at him. Seeing the wet hand, Harry leaned up on his elbows and began licking the older man's hand. While cleaning the hand, Harry looked up through heavily lidded eyes to watch his husband's bemused expression. Finishing, the young man licked his lips and lazily waved a hand, magically erasing the remaining mess.

Severus bent down to capture those enticing lips in a passionate kiss. Pulling back he regarded the flushed face. "Are you ready for the day now, Harry?" was the sensuous question.

Grinning, Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed and crossed over to the bathroom. "Well, I think I need a shower now," he said as he entered the bathroom. Poking his head around the doorframe a moment later, he added shyly, "Of course, you are more than welcome to join me Sev."

Severus smiled as he decided a shower sounded good. It sounded very good.

Albus smiled in his tower office. Having been informed by Severus' house elf that both her masters were unavailable for the rest of the day, he was most pleased. He had the feeling he would enjoy hearing the story behind their absence. Though he might have to speak with Harry in order to hear anything at all. Severus did have the annoying habit of being rather tight-lipped.

Popping yet another lemon drop into his mouth, the headmaster chuckled. Life had certainly been interesting lately, he opined. Albus had not missed the looks passing between his two boys the night of the ball and he only hoped that they could both unbend enough to admit to their true feelings soon.

And then there had been the hearing before the Wizengamot this morning. Cornelius always had been out of his depth when faced with an intellectual dilemma. The poor man had never learned that preparation was useless if one were not prepared to carry through with the delivery. After Cornelius Fudge had left, the members of the Wizengamot had debated for a couple of hours on a possible replacement for the Minister of Magic.

Now Albus was awaiting news on the findings regarding Auror Brighton Smythe. The news that a formerly highly respected Ministry official had turned into a free agent was troubling indeed. That brought to mind the question of just how much corruption was running through the Ministry. He would have to ask Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks to make discrete inquiries into the matter.

Ron had had to face a difficult decision: accept Snape as Harry's husband or continue to face his rather formidable mother's ire and go without sex from his girlfriend. In the end, his male libido won out and he agreed to apologize to his best friend.

Narcissa smiled as she recalled her dinner last evening with the young Bill Weasley. He had asked her to dinner the evening after the ball and she had gladly accepted. The elegant blonde had been pleasantly surprised at the quiet intellect of the handsome man and they had spent an enjoyable evening discussing various topics. As Lucius had only had use for her as a model wife, he had never bothered to talk to her and over the long years had grown accustomed to not having anyone to speak with. But the dashing young man seemed genuinely interested in hearing her views on things. Of course, the good night kiss had been rather spectacular, she thought bemusedly. And now she was getting ready for another date with her young suitor.

Draco smirked as he watched Pansy Parkinson pouting because he had turned her down in favor of Ginny Weasley. The girl never did understand that he had never liked her. His father had been the one encouraging that match, which meant of course that he had always hated the idea. But now, with Lucius in Azkaban, he was free to make his own plans in life. And Draco thought he had a great start with his new girlfriend. Ginny was headstrong enough to stand up to him and in a strange sort of way, the Slytherin prince understood that he needed a strong woman beside him.

Remus stretched languorously. After the fireworks the night of the ball, Fred, or was it George, had asked him to accompany them home. Still in a state of shock over the sudden and intense attention from the rambunctious twins, the werewolf had numbly nodded as the pair led him off the grounds so they could apparate to their shop apartment in Diagon Alley. What had followed was a night he was not likely to ever forget as two pairs of hands touched, stroked and rubbed their way across his body. Initially embarrassed by his many scars, he was amazed by the adoration lavished upon him. Soon enough he had forgotten why he should be uncomfortable with his body. Never having had two lovers at the same time before, the older man found that he could easily get used to this sort of action.

Fred ran an appreciative finger along the fine hairs adorning the werewolf's chest. "Ready for more, love?" he asked.

George propped himself up on an elbow on the other side of Remus and said, "Not without me, you're not." Leaning across their new lover, he tenderly kissed his brother. Breaking apart, they turned their full attention to the man they intended to keep in their bed for as long as possible.

Remus turned to George, pulling him into a sensuous kiss while Fred ran his hands down the muscled form of the werewolf. Licking his fingers, Fred traced the curve of the taut cheeks until he found the crevice leading to the tight ring of muscle guarding Remus' channel. Remus rocked back reflexively as the finger invaded his body. Moaning into the other twin's mouth, Remus opened his legs to allow better access. Fred took full advantage, adding another finger and scissoring them to prepare the man for entry. George brought a hand up to tease a nipple into pert arousal. When his brother gave him the sign that their partner was ready he dove in and captured tantalizing lips in a bruising kiss. At the same moment, Fred drove his cock in the now prepared channel and Remus moaned in appreciation. George guided his hand down to his cock and together they stroked Remus in time to Fred's thrusts. George pushed closer and Remus opened his hand to enclose George's erection with his own. Both groaned as their cocks rubbed and ground against the other and Fred pushed Remus' body forward with every pulse. Finally the dual stimulations were too much and Remus shouted his release, pumping hot fluid over the cock being fisted with his. Fred gave into the sensations of the muscled channel contracting around his cock and giving a final thrust, emptied himself into his lover's willing body. George could stand no more, and feeling his lover and his brother climax, joined them in ecstasy.

Tonks grinned impishly at her fellow Auror as they made their way down to the Ministry holding cells. She and Kingsley had been sent down to collect Brighton Smythe so that he could be questioned. The somewhat clumsy young Auror bumped into the older man and she shrugged apologetically at him. The truth was that her mind was still on Saturday evening as she and Kingsley had danced together for a good part of the night. Having worked together for a few years now, the two almost seemed to be able to read each other's minds and she couldn't imagine being with anyone else now.

She was brought out of her reverie when she walked into the back of her companion. Kingsley had stopped short when he saw the scene inside the cell before him. Peering around the taller Auror, Tonks gasped when she recognized the man lying dead in the small cell.

Kingsley hurriedly unlocked the door and bent to check on the obviously dead man. His face was distorted in agony and his hands had clawed at his throat in his anguish. Whatever had happened, the two Aurors could see that the man had died a painful death. Kingsley stood and sighed. He hated it when prisoners died in custody. That meant a boatload of paperwork to fill out. Shaking his head, the tall Auror left the cell, locking the door behind him. Evidence would have to be gathered and it was best to leave the scene untouched. Tonks silently followed her partner back through the endless hallways to go report the death. At the very least, Albus Dumbledore would need to know what had happened. It appeared they had more trouble on their hands than an ex-Minister of Magic and a rogue agent.

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