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Severus Snape stepped out of the floo , after a long day at the shop. Finally, home he could have a drink and relax. Music was playing like it has been for many years now. The potion master’s hair now peppered with white hung at his shoulders, if you would ask his husband, he would say that he is now a ‘Silver Fox’.
“Papa!” A musical voice said from the couch, his eyes landed on his beautiful princess. Her dark auburn in two plats. He can’t believe that she is old enough to go to Hogwarts. It just seemed like yesterday she was born. He flowed over and pressed a kiss on her forehead, she is drawing something in her pad, she is so much like her Dad. Mia still looked like her Grandmother Lily.
“Hello my smaller brat, I see that you are by yourself where are your brothers?” The older wizard asked as he took off his robe and toed off his shoes, hopefully Lucas is working on some of the potions that he asked him to do.
“Luke is down stairs in the lab working on the potions that you asked him to work on, but he isn’t alone. His boyfriend came over for lunch and hasn’t left yet Daddy invited him to stay for dinner. Owen is supposed to be cleaning his room but he is probably reading.” Mia’s nose wrinkled, at the mention of Lucas’ boyfriend, Franklin William Longbottom. Yes, of course his son would love a Longbottom as long as the younger man didn’t touch the potions that Lucas was working on it didn’t matter.
His smallest brat Owen was such a wonderful surprise, looking just like his husband even down to those beautiful emerald green eyes, he wasn’t into potions like Lucas and drawing like Mia. Owen loved to read and Dragons. His Uncle Charlie was his best friend , and will be training him after Hogwarts.
“Thank you, my smaller brat , I’m going to go find Daddy. Go check on Lucas and Franklin make sure they are doing what they are supposed to be doing.” He leaned down and kissed his daughter on the forehead. She quickly closed her pad and skipped out of the room. Now to find his husband.
Walking into the kitchen the sight took his breath away, even though he saw the same image every night. How could he be so lucky. Looking at his love, his body sways to the music as he tastes whatever was cooking, from the smell he would guess it was something Italian. Not being able to resist he walks behind wrapping his arms around his waist.
“ Mmm, something smells good.” Snape's velvety voice danced across the sun kissed skin.
“I’m making Chicken Parm, I hope that you are hungry.” Severus hummed into into his ear.
“I’m ravenous.” He said in a low growl, Harry turned around in his arms. Emerald green eye bore into Onyx ones. Those eyes could thaw even the cold heart of the potion's master, and have for so long.
“Well Mister Snape, it’s a good thing dinner is almost ready.” Potion stained hands slide down to a still pert bum. Giving it a small squeeze, he could never have enough of that man, even after all this time.
“What if I want what I have right here... Mister Potter?” Bending down Severus lips caress the younger man’s.
“I would have to say that I'm dessert... and it’s Mister Potter Snape thank you very much... We have been married for almost 20 years. You would think that you would know your own husbands last name...” Harry crossed his arms playfully glaring at the potion master.
Giving Harry’s bum a squeeze Snape kisses Harry’s forehead
“How could I forget my beloved husband... It has almost been 20 years... It’s coming up soon what would you like for our anniversary?” Snape asked as he walks over and takes a taste of the sauce.
“I don’t know Sev... You really don’t have to get me anything... I have all that I need right here. I have my beautiful cottage, I have my art... plus I have you and our beautiful three kids... what else could I need?” The smaller man batts his eye lashes.
Severus took a good look at his husband. 20 years has changed Harry for the better, there are a few wrinkles by his beautiful emerald eyes, his raven colored hair still short but he has stopped using the hair potions that Severus made. He was just too busy. He still wears a beard, close to his face, because Severus wouldn’t allow it to grow any longer. Harry didn’t mind he just didn’t want to not have facial hair, it made him look still childlike if he didn’t have some type of hair on his face. He still wasn’t the tallest, but Severus loved how he could still tuck him under his chin.
“You should know me better than that Love, I will get you something... I will just have to think about it....” watching his husband move gracefully around the kitchen.
A song comes on radio and Harry yells, “I love this song.” He laughs as his husband walks up to the taller man Harry bites his lip and then holds out his hand... “Dance with me Sev...” The potion master rolled his eyes he took the smaller man’s hand. Placing a hand on Harry’s waist he pulls them closer together. Grabbing Harry’s other hand holding it and placing it over his heart.
“Maybe I was right all those years ago. See this is perfect... this is what I would want for our anniversary. Just me and you dancing, take me dancing Sev that’s what I want for our anniversary...” Severus smiled and kissed his forehead, he knows what he is going to do. “Too bad we couldn’t go back to the 1920 and dance in a club filled with smoke and booze. Hearing the music live and being in your arms all night. Oh wait we can.” Looking down into the face that he has fallen completely in love with.
“It sounds dreadful... I wouldn’t mind the booze but the smoke on the other hand...” Harry slaps the potion master's chest. This might be a great idea to start over again, the kids are old enough now.
“Says the man who stands over a cauldron every day smelling gods knows what. It sounds so romantic... What do you say Sev will you take your wonderful husband who you love so much out dancing for his anniversary?” He will start working on that tonight.
“As you wish my beloved, I aim to please...” Bending down he brushes his lips against Harry’s who pulls him in longer. Finally pulling away Harry smiles.
“Let’s eat I'm starving.” Harry bounces his eye brows up and down. Giving him one last kiss before he left Severus’ arms, calling for the kids to come to the table.
“Tease.” Waving his wand, the table sets its self as he brings out a bottle of Elf made wine.
“You know you love me...” Harry laughs as he sends the pasta to the table with the warm bread.
“That I do brat... that I do...”