All Options Open

Title: All Options Open
Rating: T
Author: SoLeo
Word Count: 100 x4
Challenge: snarry100 #363: Life, #364: Liberty, #365 Pursuit of Happiness
Warnings: EWE
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them. 
Summary:  It’s the end of the war, and Severus and Harry are finally free.

He did it. He was alive and Voldemort had finally been defeated. He slumped to the ground heedless of the mud and grim left over from the battle. Ron and Hermione raced to his side and they huddled together laughing and crying in relief.

Madame Pomfrey arrived and checked him over. “Thank goodness, Harry, you gave us all a fright there.”

From his position he surveyed the survivors that gathered around him. Families huddled together, wounded called out for help, and the dead were being brought into the castle.

Severus Snape, surrounded by aurors, was being guided to the infirmary.

-/-/-/-/-/-

Severus sat in the defendant’s chair stiffly, luckily not handcuffed in place. They assumed he was too infirmed to be much of a threat. It might also have something to do with the riveting speech that golden boy Harry Potter had given in his defense. More than once he had caught Harry’s eye on him during the trial, usually followed by a delightful blush.

“We of the Wizengamot unanimously absolve Severus Tobias Snape of all crimes in light of his heroic actions as spy during the war. You have our thanks Professor Snape.”

He waited speechless during the thunderous applause.

-/-/-/-/-/-

The Malfoy’s had been the first to congratulate him as he left the courtroom. Without his auror guards for the first time in weeks to shadow him he felt free.

“What are you going to do now old friend?” Lucius inquired.

Over the man’s shoulder he could see Potter, his green eyes following his every movement.

“I’m going to do something that makes me happy.” Only those who knew him would see the slight upturn of his lips.

“Hello, Professor Snape, may I speak with you?” Harry Potter sidled up to the group.

“Yes, we have much to talk about.”

-/-/-/-/-/-

The larger hand pushed up his jumper and t-shirt, sliding along his flesh leaving a fiery trail of sensation. It did nothing to distract from the tongue invading his mouth, exploring at leisure.

“We should have these discussions more often Mr. Potter.” He said, breathlessly.

He leaned against the wall for support and clung to the older man as Sn…Severus began kissing his neck. The usually caustic mouth was wreaking havoc on his senses and the snug pants did nothing to hide his arousal.

“Harry… Please call me Harry.”

“Of course, Harry. Maybe now we should adjourn to my quarters…”