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Death Eater Takes a Holiday	By : LeeLeePotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 42271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Music "Unwell" by Matchbox Twenty

note* chapters 40-41 up today. ;) 2-15-04
Chapter 41
Memories and Revelations II

"It's Charlie," Harry said flatly. Severus noted he spoke with certainty.

"Charlie?" Kieran asked in disbelief. Are you
sure? This isn't just something you heard his little brother say
off-hand?" Kieran looked at Harry, to see his cheeks had tinged pink.
"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere! Spill it, boy," Kieran said
excitedly. Severus looked as if to protest, but Kieran took advantage of his
newfound information on Harry and heelieelings for Severus. "Ah, Snape,
what do you care if he's willing to tell us?" Kieran said, slapping Harry
on the shoulder. Harry was chuckling, and wondering how this would affect him.
Sev had calmed down when he saw that Harry wasn't looking worried about sharing
whatever it was that convinced him of Charlie's sexuality.

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Severus took a second look at Harry, and noticed his purple
scar and blue mustache. "I see you were late," he said nonchalantly.

"No changing the subject Snape. Spill it, Harry."
Kieran pointed at Harry. "Hey, I know. We'll use the �Project�
spell." Kieran then agreed to take the mustache and purple off Harry's
face, in exchange for the proof to settle the bet. The three men leaned back on
hay bales as Harry's memory lit up in the air as if it were on a screen.

The
scene began in the backyard of the Burrow. It was dark in the yard, where two
people were sitting on a bench, with only the light from the window above them
to cast a glow. A pair of rough, yet gentle hands pulled Harry up on Charlie's
lap. Harry, only slightly younger, looked shyly into kind eyes. "You have
no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he asked, getting a blush from
Harry in reply.

"Ain�t he
romantic," interrupted Kieran. Severus cursed him with a silencing charm,
and sat back to watch again.

"I like that you see a real
person when you look at me," Har Harry, casually running his fingers
through Charlie's red hair.

Charlie leaned in for a kiss as
Harry met him half way, melting into his lap as the redhead gave him the most
incredible kiss he'd ever had. They continued to kiss hungrily for a while.
Harry had been thankful for the arm around his waist holding him upright. He'd
never felt himself dissolve into a puddle in his inexperienced life until then.
"Oh. My. God." panted Harry when the kiss broke.

"It's just a little
kiss," Charlie said with a grin, knowing he was teasing him.

A'>Above the two, in the window,
Molly was placing a hot pie on the windowsill to cool. She could just make out
Harry's voice. "No one's ever kissed me like that before." Hearing
this, Molly smiled. Love was in the air. She walked quietly to the garage where
Arthur was tinkering with a muggle item recently added to his collection. He
had grease overover his fingers, and some on his chin where he must have had an
itch.

"There's hot pie on the sill,
Arthur," she said, smiling. Knowing his wife as well has he did, he raised
his eyebrows in question. "There's love in the air, dear. I think our
little Harry is out in the garden with Hermione."

"Don�t know about that;
Hermione and Ron came by a few minutes ago with a question," he said,
realizing his mistake as soon as he saw his wife dash off. "Now,
dear," he said, running after in an attempt to placate her.

"Arthur Weasley," she
admonished. "If he's not kissing Hermione, then who�" she began to
ask, but found that her husband was now getting ahead of her. As he rounded the
corner of the house, Arthur found himself in earshot of what was unmistakably a
moan.

"Virginia Weasley!" he
scolded, and reeled back when he saw Harry skittering off his son's lap with
bruised lips and disheveled hair. "Charlie?" he stammered, and was
quickly distracted by a thump sound as Molly fainted.

As the scene faded out of the air, Harry wanted to look over
at Severus, but wasn't sure if heed. ed. He was glad to show the scene, wanting
Sev to see that with or without him, he wouldn't necessarily be with someone
his own age. He secretly hoped to make him jealous. Kieran looked to be busting
a gut laughing, but was still silent from the curse Severus hit him with.

"Who won the bet?" asked Harry, looking from one
man to the other. Severus chose to take spe spell off of Kieran rather than
answer the question.

"Neither," Kieran said, still laughing. "Harry,
that was hilarious! Molly sprawled out cold in 'er own garden!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh, too. He had forgotten about
some of tetaietails of that evening. Severus also didn't try too hard to hide
his amusement.

"I hope that after that, you found a better place for
snogging than right under Molly's nose." Kieran said, winking at Harry.

"Nah, that was our first and last kiss," explained
Harry. He looked over at Severus, who seemed uninterested. "He didn't say
so, but I think Mr. Weasley made him promise I was off limits. Something about
keeping the Burrow a safe, comfortable place for me to go to."

"What? He didn�t put up a fight for you?" Kieran
asked with mock indignation. "The cad!"

"He still manages a little harmless flirting,"
Harry said with a faraway look. Thinking, he suddenly realized that Sirius used
to flirt with him in subtle ways, though he hadn't realized it at the time.

Severus hadn't missed the expression on his face; he assumed
it was Charlie whom Harry was thinking about. He told himself he didn't care,
but couldn�t explain away the foul mood he was now getting into. Severus stayed
in a sour mood for the duration of the training. He was critical of almost
everything Harry did.

By the time they were finished, Harry was exhausted from
having to repeat almost every move three times over, until Severus thought he
had done a worthy job of it.

Before Kieran left, but after they declared the training
complete for the day, he leaned close to where Harry was leaning against the wall.
"Don't worry mate, the best way to get through to Snape is to wear 'im n fin first. You'll see," Kieran said before disapparating. Harry had to
admit he had been trying to annoy Severus, hoping to make him jealous, or
anything, for that matter. Things weren't right between them, and he didn�t
know how to make it better. He was so exhausted now; he�d lost sight of his
plan to make things better. He was distracted by his jumbled thoughts when he
heard Severus speak his his emotional wall of indifference securely in place.

"We are finished for the day, in case you haven't
noticed. If you have no intention of leaving, you can help clean up,"
Severus said curtly as he waved his wand across a section of the floor, causing
a pile of loose hay to return to its bale.

"I'm too tired. If I'm our our way, I'll just go
outside and �" Harry began to say, and started to open the door he had
noticed led out to a large lawn.

"No! You can't go outside of this building,"
Severus said quickly. Harry let go of the door, but had just gotten sight of a
large Manor across the grounds. "We can use the stable building here, but
I've given my word no one would go out to the grounds unless it was an
emergency," he said seriously.

"Who owns this place?"

"Don't worry about it."

Harry hufand and went to sit down again.

"If you're so tired, go home."

"I'm going to, as soon as I'm sure I'm not going to
splinch myself," Harry said, pulling the sleeve of his shirt across his
brow to wipe off the sweat.

Severus glowered at him. "I should think at your age
you would have more energy. I've seen you apparate in and out of here several
times in a short period. Why are you making such a scene today?"

"I'm not making a scene," snarled Harry.
"What do you care if I want to keep my body in one piece? You're the one
that insisted I do every single move, and spell, a hundred times today,"
he said indignantly. Severus glared at the exaggeration.

"Honestly, Potter, you�re seventeen and you get to
sleep in until you have to be here. I must have brewed three potions before you
even woke up."

"Don't call me Potter! Why are you being such a
shit?" Harry squished his nose up and waved a hand in the air in a gesture
he thought he'd seen Lockhart use once, knowing it would irritate the Hell out
of Severus. "Oh, I brewed three potions while you were still
sleeping," he said, imitating him bitterly. "Well, good for you Snape,
I woke up with the Cruciatus curse, and my scar burning so much I thought my
head would split in two." Harry could almost make out he slight change in
facial expression as Severus remembered that Harry had had woke with a vision.
It was the reason he was late, having had a meeting with Dumbledore. He knew
this, but had been so caught up with everything, he forgot.

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"Harry, I �" Severus began, but Harry raised a
hand.

Harry sighed. "Forget it. I'm an arse. I wanted to
annoy you today and then I complain once I've accomplished just that. We need
to talk, but I can't do it now. I'm going home," he said quietly and
apparated out.

Severus stared at the empty space where Harry had stood.
Harry had woken with pain from an Unforgivable, and then had to go through the
most strenuous training they'd had to date. He would not go running after
Harry, but part of him toyed with the idea. Chances were, Harry was already
passed out, asleep on his bed. A bed he noted that he'd yet to be on with him.
Thinking back on the month, he hadn�t been able to help but keep some distance
between them, after viewing Harry's memory of the Nott attack, and the scene in
the park from Harry's childhood. Since then, he'd visited Harry just before
other commitments, ensuring his time was limited. It was a feeble attempt to
keep things at bay until he was ready to deal with it. He still hadn't expected
Harry to stick around that long. He knew things had to change. Their
relationship, if you could call it that, was turning into a joke, and it was
entirely his fault. At the moment, they were no better than students groping at
chance meetings, never having any real time together.

Severus would have continued to dwell on these thoughts had
the Mark on his arm not started to burn. When he arrived at the feet of the
Dark Lord, Severus knelt before him, kissing the hem of his robes. He had
always been grateful for the mask that hid his repulsion at such a task.
Glancing around within his peripheral vision, Severus was glad to see this was
not a full meeting, but only a small group, which usually indicated that his
presence was needed as a Potions Master, rather than some other vile purpose.

His supposition confirmed, concentrating on the potion at
hand, he did his best not to think about Harry and what he was going to do
about their relationship. It didn�t help matters that he still had a damn
Apprentice hovering over the cauldron. He despised the man he was forced to
work with, which only made it all the more difficult to concentrate, since this
imbecile had violated his work area.

Stirring the cauldron slowly, he waited for the bubbles to
get just a hair larger before adding the next ingredient. "Don't put those
in yet," he said to his over-zealous apprentice, who was about to drop in
a measured vial of newt's eyes into the pot.

"The book says they go in now," he protested,
catching the attention of a nearby Death Eater who had been waiting for the
potion.

Severus glared at the man intensely. "The book
doesn't account for my using fresher ingredients than most."

"I'm here to keep an eye on you. I'm not going to let
you botch up this potion like you did the last one!" he said, struggling
to pour in the vial.

Severus grabbed for the Apprentice�s wrist, declaring the
imbecile�s inadequacies in potions brewing, but it was too late. The vial had
been tipped and the newt eyes dribbled into the potion. Severus' eyes grew wide
as he tried to shield his face from the inevitable. The explosion, while not
that spectacular--- on a Longbottom scale of one to ten, this was a mere
four--- was enough to gain the attention of the Dark Lord.

A chill seemed to sweep into the room with the evil man. His
red eyes scanned the group. Severus was sitting on the floor breathing deeply,
spelling his robes cool against the burn of the cauldron's contents, which he
was currently wearing. The Apprentice was also on the floor, but not as
composed as the Potions Master. Voldemort sneered at the man squirming on the
floor, wiping the goop from his face, and whimpering from the burn. "What
happened here?" he enquired, turning his attention to the third Death
Eater who had been waiting for the potion to be completed.

"Snape warned him, but he wouldn't listen. Something
about going by the book," said the man, now bowing, hoping his answer was
sufficient.

The red eyes now looked to be on fire. He was infuriated.
"Snape! I want it now. How fast can you brew this?" he demanded.

Severus stood as confidently as possible when covered with
sludge. "I can brew this in half the time. It will lose some of the visual
effects when the flesh is melted away. The pain, however, will be equally
intense as the regular potion. I think you will find the end result satisfying,
given the time restriction, my Lord," stated Severus.

Voldemort gave a curt nod. "Do it!" he said, and
then turned to the Apprentice who had now collected himself. "You will be
silent, and watch," ordered Voldemort. "Crucio," he added before
leaving. The Unforgivable was cut short. The Dark Lord didn�t want production
of the potion delayed any further.

Severus concentrated and worked swiftly. When the potion
came to a point where he needed only to stir for a few minutes, Severus
couldn't help but think that Harry had been asleep, and if Voldemort had been
angry enough, Harry would have felt the painful curse for the second time in
one day. At least it had been brief, but he knew for sure that Harry would have
used his pain potion this morning, and was in no shape that afternoon to brew a
new one already.

He had hoped the one potion would be all that was required
of him that day, but regretfully, Severus found his wish thwarted when a list
was handed to him. It was not uncommon for the Dark Lord to take advantage of
Severus' free time in the summer, and stockpile commonly needed potions. There
were a few ideas he wanted researched by the Potions Master as well. Severus
took advantage of the help he could get from his Apprentice, and had several
cauldrons brewing at once to expedite the job. Often, on occasions when he
finished the list in record time, the Dark Lord would �thank� him by handing
over a new list. Fortunately, he'd been distracted with other matters, and
Severus was granted his leave when this batch of potions was all labeled and
stored.

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Finally, having apparated as close as possible and walked to
the castle, Severus worked his way down to the dungeons. An hour later he was
exiting a steamy bathroom, enveloped in a large, green silk bathrobe. A towel
draped behind his neck caught the water still dripping from his hair. Severus
lit a fire in the hearth before dropping unceremoniously onto his bed. In a few
minutes he would again make a fire call to Harry. He had tried earlier, before
his shower, but had gotten no answer. Harry's fire had been lit, but he didn't
hear Sev's call, or he�d ignored him. Severus thought the latter was a distinct
possibility.

"Snape, you're finally back. Albus said you hadn't
returned since the training," Kieran said from the fire. Severus groaned
in reply. "I thought maybe you were off with the beauty I'd seen in your
bed that day. You forgot to mention his name."

"I did not forget," Severus said, sitting up.
"Nor am I going to tell you."

"Tell me, does he wear those little black, satin things
all the time? 'Cause it looked tighter than a glove, and couldn't�ve been all
that comfortable," Kieran said, waiting to see if he could get Snape riled
up.

"Excuse me?" that had gotten his attention.
"Black satin what?" he asked in curiosity.

"You�re the one sleeping with him, for God's
sake," harassed Kieran. "I myself, could never get used to something
so� confining," Kieran rambled on, knowing it irritated the Hell out of
Snape.

Severus thought about the details of what Kieran had told
him. It wasn't until the second time Kieran had mentioned the man in his room,
that he�d said he�d actually been in his bed. Now he's telling him Harry had
only been wearing something tight, black and satin? Kieran was smart; he never
revealed all. He was dropping little bits of information at a time. It was good
to play the game out there in the world, dealing with the dregs of wizards as
he did, but now Severus was in no mood. "What else aren't you telling me,
Donnelly?"

Kieran knew when to have fun with Snape, and thankfully,
when to quit. "You want to know?" he asked. Severus nodded in defeat.
He was all but admitting he didn't know what was going on in his own private
room. "He was laying on top of your bed, legs crossed, with his arms up,
wrapped around the pillow. He was facing away, and his long hair was spread
out, so I couldn't see his face. I scared the Hell out of him, and he ran into
the loo and locked the door." Kieran laughed a little at the memory, now
that he knew it was Harry. "He practically flew through the air; it was a
right funny sight," he added.

"And?" prompted Severus, knowing the man too
well.

Kieran scowled at him. "And, he had an odd scar on his
lower back, three dots all lined up like a constellation." Kieran noted
Severus� expression when he mentioned the scar. It wasn't much of a change, but
he hadn't looked as if he�d known about the scar; instead, he looked
indifferent, and for Snape that meant he hadn�t been aware of it. How long
ago was that? Kieran wondered.
"Why are you asking me these questions? Shouldn't you be with this
�Man of Mystery�?"

Severus snorted. That had been what Harry had called him
before Dumbledore had introduced them, way back when he was on holiday.
"The �Man of Mystery� could do better," stated Severus.

"Severus, how many nearly naked men do you have
sneaking onto your bed when you�re not around, breathing in your scent from
your pillow? If you didn't give a shit, you wouldn't be asking me about
it."

"I think not," Severus said snidely, knowing
Kieran was right, but he would be hard pressed before he�d admit it. He knew
Kieran was being as serious as the man got, since he had used his given name
for the first time in a long while.

"I know if it wer, an, and some lass was waiting for
me, I'd be getting better acquainted with that odd little scar while I was
dipping my wand," Kieran said crudely.

"No wonder the women flock to you, you�re such a man of
grace and refinement," Severus deadpanned.

"Yeah right, I got to go. I hear a few of the boys are
looking for me. They tell me The Evil Git was in a right awful mood
today."

After Kieran left the fire, it occurred to Severus that the
boys Kieran mentioned needing some healing might have been injured around the
same time Harry had been sleeping. He called Harry's name into the fire again,
hoping for an answer this time. There was the familiar view of Harry's empty
sitting room, but no Harry. Sev called out his name again, to no avail. There
had been a faint hint of smoke in the room earlier. He thought it had been due
to the fire in the hearth, but now there was a significant amount of black
smoke throughout the place.

Severus cursed the Ministry for having initiated a program
that monitored the Floo system, as he dressed quickly and practically ran to
the apparition point. Lucius worked at the Ministry, and would have ways of
finding out if he had used the Floo into Harry's home. That would not fare well
for his cover.

Being the spy he was, Severus popped into the sitting room,
taking in his surroundings before alerting Harry to his presence. He was
relieved to see the smoke had dissipated, and was surprised to hear singing.
Harry was in the kitchen, singiSeveSeverus smiled and shook his head, hearing
the young man�s voice. It was sporadically off key, but not too bad.

But I'm not crazy; I'm just a
little unwell

I know right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then
you'll see

a different side of me

Severus slowly rounded the corner, giving him full view of
the kitchen. In the sink was a cook pot, containing some burned substance, now
submerged in water. Harry was seated at the small kitchen table, making a
peanut butter sandwich as he continued his song. Listening to the words
carefully, Severus wondered if he really felt that way, or if it was simply a
song Harry liked.

you thought you'd come to my rescue?"

Severus looked around and spotted tharlyarly empty bottle of
firewhisky. "You�re drunk."

"Ten points to Ssslytherin," slurred Harry.
"I'm only a little drunk, most the drunkin' parts have worn off. Some more
than others," he said rubbing his scarp>
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"Getting drunk doesn't make the pain go away, foolish
boy," said Severus "What if you were attacked in this state?"

"I expelderamoosed you pretty fast. You know, that's
easier to say when you don�t think so much. It doesn't make the pain go away,
but I no longer give a shit, so that helps," he said, changing the
subject. Severus wasn't sure if it had been intentional, or if he was too drunk
to think straight. "If Voldy's going to keep up the mood he's in, I'm going
to have to keep a better stock of potions." Harry said in all seriousness.

"I brought you a few, but you can't take them now, to
mix them with alcohol would be dangerous." Severus then added, "Don't
bother with a sobriety spell, it may help your mental state, but the
blood-alcohol levels stay the same." Severus placed the vials on the
kitchen table and turned to leave. "Goodnight," he said and began for
the door.

"That's right, leave quick. You don�t want to overstay
past your half-hour limit. And to think you didn't even get a quickie,"
Harry said coldly. Severus turned his head sharply. "What? You didn't
think I would figure out what you were doing? Just keep getting me off, and I
won't notice anything else, is that it?" Severus didn't have a response,
so Harry continued. "Why are you trying so damn hard to keep us from
having sex?"

"Typical teenager; you think this is all about
sex," started Severus, but Harry quickly jumped back in.

"Merlin, Sev, I knew you were going ake ake me wait,
but Hell, I thought we would have this great summer together, but you�re so
wrapped up in keeping us apart, we don't do any of the things I thought we
would. I've not once cooked you a meal--- shut up!� Harry said when Severus
rolled is eyes over to the burnt pot in the sink. "Hell, you didn't touch
me for weeks after weked ked about Nott. Lot of good that did our relationship.
Did you think a bunch of quickies would be an improvement? I don't know what
you want from this. But I think it would be for the best if we don't fool around
until you finally decide I'm worthy of you making love to me. This way, with
sex out of the picture, you might even stay for longer than thirty minutes, and
we might actually enjoy each other�s company for a change." He had
intended on saying all that with sincerity and dignity, but the peanut butter
stuck on his cheek didn't help.

"I don't find you �worthy enough� to make
love to? Don�t be a fool."

Harry knew that wasn't true, but in his state of mind, it
sounded good at the time. Deciding he didn't want the alcohol to muddle this
conversation further, he picked up his wand. Damn. He put down the
butter knife and took out his wand, and recited the sobriety charm, or was
about to, but thought better of turning a wand on himself, given the way he'd been
mispronouncing spells thus far. "Would you mind?" he asked, and was
instantly rewarded with a sound mind that was threatening a headache any
moment. Severus was quick with a wand.

"Can we start again?" he asked.

"By all means," Severus said in what Harry thought
was an annoying tone, but it could have just been his mood.

"We aren't getting anywhere the way things are going. I
meant it when I said I'd rather abstain and have some kind of decent
relationship with you. But wouldn't it be easier if you opened up to me? Then
you could see that I'm not going to run off when the truth of your wickedness
is revealed." he said with a half smile.

At times Harry annoyed Severus, especially now, but then
again this was what he liked about Harry. He wasn't like everyone else.
Sev wasn't sure if Harry could manage to abstain as he suggested, he was a teen
after all, but he had to give him credit. Severus was actually relieved that
Harry wasn't satisfied with the quick little encounters they'd had. Where to
start�

Severus sighed. Harry offered for him to sit. Before
sitting, Severus took a small glass from the cupboard and poured himself the
rest of the firewhisky. He looked into the glass as if it had the answer he was
seeking, and drank down half of its contents. "I'm not a nice
person."

"Sometimes you are," interrupted Harry, but
Severus was in no mood to be interrupted.

"Shut up! If you insist we do this, than shut up and
let me do it." He was clearly not looking forward to what could be the end
of him & Harry.

"Today I made a potion that would melt the flesh off a
man, slowly and painfully. I make an antidote that Kieran buys, and uses so
that he can heal those who have the misfortune of getting near such a potion.
Usually, it's the Death Eaters that had administered the potion who are in need
to be healed, after having some dripped on them. The poor soul who gets the
full brunt of the potion rarely lives."

Harry made every effort not to flinch, and did a decent job
of it. He knew Severus was going to tell him something bad, and that he
expected Harry to be freaked out. He prayed that it would not be so awful that
he would actually reconsider whether he wanted to be with the ex-Death Eater.

"Whenever possible, potions that have an ill effect
should always have an antidote. How is it, do you suppose, that I research such
potions? I was given the opportunity to test my archarch when the Dark Lord
offered me a man that had been withholding information from him. I could use my
potions, and test the antidotes, until the gav gave the information needed, at
which point the man was to be killed." Severus took another sip of his
drink. "In three days� time, I managed to perfect one antidote, and made
great strides on a few other projects I'd been working, all before the man's
body expired. As an added bonus, I
perfected the combination of a potion with a few spells that were used to keep
him alive for that long," Severus said, thinking how grateful Poppy had
been when he had presented to her a potion that would one day save lives.

"But you would have to torture the man if you wanted to
keep them from finding you out. If you hadn't done it, someone else would
have," Harry said, in an attempt to justify Severus' actions.

"Yes. I had to torture him until he gave me the
information, then he had to die," Severus said without emotion, his face
expressionless. "He told me the information after the second hour."

Harry, truthfully, was horrified by what that meant. "He told you after two hours?" he
asked in disbelief. "You could have killed him, but you kept him alive for
three days so you could test potions�"

"He was going to die, at any rate."

"So, by all means, add three extra days of torture to
his life," Harry said sarcastically.

"I am forced to invent potions used to cause pain and
suffering. I have to live with that. If I were to create such potions with no
cure, or antidote, then I could not live with myself." Severus sighed as
he emptied the glass. "The man had killed another man over a bet on a
quidditch match. To avoid questioning from the Ministry, he cast the Dark Mark
over the dead man's home to make it look like a Death Eater attack."
Severus sat with his elbows on the table; his finger tra traced lines from his
eyebrows to his temples. �Death Eaters don�t take such impertinence lightly.�

Harry stood up, tossing the remains of an uneaten peanut
butter sandwich into the trash bin. He stood at the kitchen sink, bracing his
hands on the porcelain, staring into space. It was a disturbing thought,
Severus using some man to create potions. Even if it was a horrible man, and
the potions were important, did that justify the torture involved? Was this the
worst thing Severus could think of, or was it somewhere in the middle, so that
if Harry had said it didn't bother him, Severus could counter him with
something even more horrific?

It did seem that Severus was sure that Harry would leave him
when he found out what he was really like. Was he exaggerating to make a point?
Apparently Severus didn�t fully realize tact act that Harry had seen ghastly
things in his visions. He had seen Death Eaters doing the most terrible things.

"Severus," he began slowly, "I see and feel
the very strong emotions of that evil bastard. Because of this, I get to see
true Death Eaters at work. I've also seen you. I've seen you under Cruciatus,
and I've seen you doing unthinkable things. Due to the nature of my bond, I
could only have seen you when you were under the watchful red eyes of that
monster, having to act the part of one of his faithful servants. I've always
only seen you in control; your every move calculated. Malfoy's like that too,
but he enjoys it. That man scares me." Harry thought about that for a
moment. That's the difference with Severus. He could be scary, but Harry didn't
fear him.

"Your story about that man is really disturbing. You
are capable of things I have a hard time coming to grips with." He looked
Severus in the eyes. The man looked like he was awaiting sentence. "I fell for you, already knowing what
you do. Sure, I don't know everything, or all the details, but I had already
seen more than I'd like to for a lifetime, long before I came to realize there
was so much more to you then that Evil Git I grew up knowing."

"I am that Evil Git."

"Yes, you are, and I'm still obnoxious and �what was
it? Oh, yeah, an Intolerable Brat, but you still manage not to hate me,"
Harry said with a smile. "It's your other qualities that made me fall for
you. Certainly, you didn't come here tonight and tell me these things because
I'm a brat, who by the way, can't be too intolerable," he said with a
smirk. "There must be more."

Severus got upm thm the table to stand face to face with
Harry. His blank expression made it impossible for Harry to know what the man
was thinking, or what he might say next. "Actually, my preferred term for
you has been 'Insufferable Brat'."

"I hope it's not just my fine arse that keeps you
coming around?" Harry smiled; his wicked tongue licking his lips.

"Amongst other things," Sev replied vaguely, his
lips curled slightly. "I'm most assured it's not my arse that makes
you as tenacious as you are."

"You forget, I've never seen your arse. At least not
since you were eighteen. But that's ok, I can wait," he said
encouragingly. Severus watched as Harry cleared the table, wincing as he leaned
over, reaching for the empty glass.

"How many times did you suffer from His curses
today?" asked Severus, leading Harry to a chair. Harry winced all the
more.

"There were a few Crucios, but not too many,"
Harry answered vaguely. Being sober once again only brought his mind fully
aware of his body, with all its aches and pains. Severus eyed him suspiciously.
"I fell off the couch and hit my back on the coffee table," admitted
Harry, embarrassed.

"Turn around", ordered Severus. Harry complied,
allowing Sev to lift his shirt, exposing a dark bruise. �I have a salve that
should help that." Severus looked into the living room. The sofa wouldn't
do. "If you'll lie down, I'll work it in for you," he offered.

Harry was no fool; he was on his bed, peeling off his shirt
in no time. Severus stood at the foot of the bed as Harry crawled up to his
pillow. When he knelt to pull off his shirt, he gasped sharply as the sore back
protested the stretch. Severus was quickly by his side, kneeling with one leg
on the bed, the other foot still on the floor. Strong, gentle hands removed the
shirt slowly. The offending bruise was in the shape of a crescent, sim to to
the edge of the oval coffee table in the other room. Severus reached into his
robe pocket, taking out the pouch he used to carry potions.

"Take this," he said, handing Harry a small green
vial.

"What is it?" questioned Harry, seeing a picture
of a snake on the label.

"It increases circulation," the clueless
expression on Harry�s face prompted a better explanation. "The potion will
help the alcohol leave your system faster, since it speeds metabolism and also
improves liver function. Then you can take a potion for the soreness and tense
muscles. In the mean time, the muscles can always be relaxed the old fashioned
way," said Sev, as he spread a dollop of salve on his hands.

Harry drank the potion to help rid his body of alcohol, and
placed the empty vial on the bedside table. "That's the potion used for
non-lethal snake bites. It helps flush out the venom faster, thus, the snake on
the label," Harry said as he remembered one of the many lectures Severus
had given over the years. His reward was a derogatory comment on his potions
knowledge, and a pair of cold hands on his back. Luckily, the salve warmed up
quickly.

Severus started at the bruise, but then went to the base of
the spine, working his way out, and up. He noticed Harry's jeans must have been
opened since the waist was loose and slightly hung on Harry's hips. The tips of
his long fingers rubbed small gentle circles on his lower back. As the strokes
were repeated the pressure increased, as did the size of the circles. Before
long, Sev was making long broad strokes up the spine, across the shoulders and
back down the sides. After ten minutes or so, Severus' own back was starting to
ache from leaning over and twisting his back to reach. He finally gave in,
removed his boots and straddled Harry's thighs for a cotabltable reach and the
salvation of his own sore back.

Releasing a huge sigh, Harry was in heaven. "Oh, sweet
Merlin, that feels so good," moaned Harry. "Please don't
stop�ever," he pleaded.

Severus kneaded and manipulated muscles Harry didn't even
know he had. Despite not wanting to miss a second of it, Harry could feel his
eyes closing. He was vaguely aware that the pressure on his thighs released as
Sev slid onto his side, lying next to Harry. One hand continued to maneuver
around the muscles in his neck and scalp. He never knew how wonderful it could
feel. Harry tried to formulate words to convey his appreciation, but his body
was simply a puddle of goo. Eventually, the hand trailed off his head and neck.
The bed creaked as Severus sat up. A heavy hand pulled on his arm, preventing
him from leaving. "Please stay."

Severus didn't think that telling Harry one horrible thing
was enough to rid him of the feelings he had, but he knew he had to be fair to
Harry. Harry had been convincing; he clearly believed that he could handle what
Severus had to do in his life, but was that one story enough?

"Don't think so much, just stay," a sleepy voice
insisted. Harry turned on his side, putting his arm around Sev, pulling him
close. "Please."

Severus placed his arm around the sleepy form beside him. He
liked that Harry was just the right size, and rested his chin on top of Harry�s
head. For a long time, he continued to think and rethink the evening's events,
but fly gly gave in to Harry's earlier plea to stop thinking. It wasn't like
Sev not to think, but he decided to give it a try. Reservations aside, he knew
this was where he wanted to be. He listened to the rhythmic breathing of the
slumbering Harry. Massage induced sleep is the next best kind, nearly as good
as after sex.

Severus was relaxed now, but still found it very hard to
sleep. While he enjoyed watching Harry far more than he expected to, it was
getting late now. Sure, he had fallen asleep with him once before, but Severus
had been beaten, cursed, and was suffering from blood loss due to a life
threatening gash on his chest. Thinking about falling asleep only made it
worse. As it would appear, Harry was having problems of his own now. He tossed
and turned restlessly. Severus was concerned that if Harry were to have another
vision so soon, he may not have enough alcohol out of his system to allow a
pain potion.

"Tell them!" screamed Harry, as he abruptly sat
up, breathing heavily, and startled Severus from his thoughts.

Severus put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry
apologized for waking him, and settled back down. Severus didn�t tell him that
he'd not been asleep yet. Severus had thought to ask Harry if he wanted to talk
about it, but he had always hated when Albus asked him if he wanted to talk
about things. Albus would always say talking would make him feel better, but
that had always just annoyed him. Especially when he knew Albus was usually
right about those things. He was relieved when Harry started talking without
being coaxed.

"Sev?"

"Yes," he answered, rubbing Harry's arm from
shoulder to elbow and back again.

"Why did you pick that story, about the man and the
potions? You thought I was going to freak when you told me that story, didn't
you?"

"I know you've experienced many things, things a person
your age shouldn't have. But, experiencing terrible things is altogether
different from being the person who causes them. I told you about the man so
you can decide for yourself if you want to be with me, knowing what I am
capable of. I had hoped my worst story wouldn't send you away, but I would
understand if it did," he said with a sigh. It hadn't been his worst
story, but the other things were nightmares he only wished he could never think
about, much less ever bring up for discussion.

"That was your worst?" Harry asked in a shaky
voice. "I don't mean to say that I didn't think it was bad, but Sev, I
have to know�don't you think Sara was worse?" he asked, praying that
Severus hadn't thought raping and strangling that woman wasn't as bad as the
torture he'd done to a murderer.

"Sara?" Severus asked in disbelief. "What do
you know about Sara?" he asked, unsure if Harry could possibly be speaking
about the Sara that haunted his own sleep.

"I dreamt about her again tonight. I know you cast
Obliviate on the children�" Harry began, but was quickly cut off.

"I don�t want to talk about that!" Severus said in
a most severe voice. Harry startled and backed up slightly. Severus wanted to kick himself. Here, Harry
had started to talk about what was bothering him, and what does he do, but
scream. Severus collected himself and began again. "I didn't know you knew
about that evening," he said in a calm, subdued voice. "Did you see
it as a vision?"

Harry nodded. "I, um. I've seen a lot of meetings and
outings over the years. Many have been more horrid than Sara, but none that
involved you directly. It's one of my nightmares."

"Do you have it often?" Severus was horrified that
he had been causing Harry nightmares by what he had done.

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Harry shrugged. "I have lots of nightmares to choose
from," he said with a sad smile. "At first, I dreamt about it a lot,
but after a while, not so much. Sometimes when potions class was um�memorable,
I could usually expect the dream again that night."

"When was the last time, besides tonight?"

"Last month, it was after the fight we had about me
healing you." Harry looked into Severus� eyes. "Can I ask you a
question? I think, if I maybe had a few questions answered, it might
help." Getting a quick, reassuring nod from Sev, he continued. "What
was so important that the man wouldn't tell, not even to save his children and
his wife? What could be worth more than them?" Harry's eyes were pleading,
as if this question had been haunting him for years. Severus realized it
probably had been.

"It was nothing."

"Please tell me, what could be�"

"Whateanteant was, there was nothing the man could have
said. We were there to test one of the Death Eaters. The Dark Lord was
convinced there was a spy, and wanted us all to prove our loyalty. One of the
other wizards with me was to torture the children to get information out of the
father. He failed, and was later killed. He had been a member of the Order. The
family was a muggle family selected at random. There was never any information
to obtain. The man knew nothing, and there never was any real chance to save
his family." Severus could hardly believe that the part that had upset
Harry the most about that night had not been what he had done to the woman, but
that the father had not protected his family. After thinking about it, it made
sense. The only memory Harry had of his parents was of them protecting him.
"After the holiday, when I found out about your visions, I asked Albus if
you had known about that night. He said no. Why is that?"

Harry looked down at his feet. Albus had asked if he had
anything he wanted to talk to him about, but Harry had said no. "I didn't
want to tell him," Harry said meekly. "I didn't want to tell the
story. I knew you were there, and Albus
would get any important information from you. I had always thought you knew
about the visions, and I was afraid of what you would be like if you knew that
I knew about Sara. It was a long time ago."

"You have fairly regular nightmares about me doing
those unspeakable things, yet you still chose me to be your first?" asked
Severus.

"Spy or not, if you had acted like the wizard that
killed the father, I would probably be afraid of you for the rest of my life.
You� were not that out of control person who enjoyed what he was doing."

"Lucius could have done it, appearing just as calm and
collected, but I assure you, he would have enjoyed it. What made you so sure
about me?"

"I saw you the next morning in class. I saw how closed
off you were. Only Malfoy and me noticed, but I knew why. You looked like shit
for days." Harry made sure Sev could see his eyes. "I trust you. I
know in my heart that I can." Harry smiled warmly at him. "Would
Albus allow us, otherwise?" he said with a wink, and yawned so big, he was
embarrassed. "Sorry."

~ * ~

When Harry awoke the next morning, he was disappointed to
find the bed was empty beside him. He rolled over with a sigh. Harry remembered
falling back to sleep in Severus' arms. He even remembered having woken up
again when Hedwig had squawked and he'd seen Severus sleeping peacefully beside
him. But now, here he was, alone. For a fleeting moment, he thought Severus had
gone to the loo, but when he listened hard, he heard nothing. Even Hedwig was
quiet. Harry assumed Sev had let her out before he left. Brooding, Harry didn't
bother to get out of bed just yet. There was no training that day, and he
didn�t have class until later in the afternoon.

Harry's dejected thoughts were interrupted when Hedwig flew
in, landing on his bed, munching on a slice of bacon. She had gotten quite
comfortable in their new home and had taken to helping herself to whatever food
she could get at. Harry had never even reprimanded her, feeling that he owed it
to her for making her live at the Dursley's. Harry's eyes grew as wide as
saucers when he realized Hedwig had cooked bacon, not some bread she pulled
from the bag.

Hedwig didn't give him a passing glance as he threw on a tee
shirt, and dashed from the bedroom, bursting into the kitchen with excitement.
Harry's smile grew big when he caught sight of Severus standing barefoot at his
stove, cooking breakfast. He was wearing the pair of black trousers he'd worn
under his robe the day earlier, and a shirt that Harry thought looked vaguely
familiar, but not one he'd expect to see on Sev. Harry had to bite his lip to
keep from squealing. He had been so bummed when he woke up alone, that now he
was bursting with delight. "You're here!"

"Where did you expect me to be?" asked Sev,
knowing perfectly well what Harry had thought. "Did you think I would lie
in bed all day?" he asked with a grin.

"You're making breakfast? How come I didn't hear you in
here?" asked Harry, putting his arms around the sexy chef.

"Silencing charm, perhaps you've heard of it," Sev
said humorously. "I tend to make a lot of noise when I cook, and didn't
want to wake you� yet." he added. "Your bird was giving me some nasty
looks, but a slice of bacon changed her tune quickly."

"Pushover," said Harry to his familiar, who was
currently sitting atop the refrigerator, waiting for more bacon. "Can I help?"

"I'm just about done. There's coffee, if you'd like to
fix yourself a cup," said Sev as he skillfully tipped the eggs, yolks
intact, from the pan onto a plate.

"Mmm," Harry sighed, enjoying the great smells in
his kitchen. "I like having someone cook me breakfast in my own
kitchen," he said with a smile.

"You could have that with a house elf. As I recall,
there was an elf, Dooby, who volunteered for the job."

"His name is Dobby, and he doesn't look nearly as hot
as you do in those pants." Harry
took the plate Sev handed to him. "Everything looks delicious," he
praised, while dipping his bacon in the egg, breaking the yolk. Harry reached
over, placing his hand over Sev's, brushing a thumb over the back of his hand.
"Thank you," he said genuinely.

Severus gazed into warm, green eyes, and wasn't sure if it
was breakfast he was being thanked for, but couldn't care in the least.
"You're most welcome."

He had been starving. Harry had nearly eaten everything in
sight, having only had half anutanut butter sandwich the night before for
dinner. They cleaned up from breakfast together. Severus gave Hedwig his last
piece of bacon, thus sealing their friendship. "I hope you don�t
mind," said Sev, pointing to the shirt he borrowed from Harry. "I was
surprised you had one large enough, you usually wear a snug fit," said
Sev, drying a plate. Harry wore an odd look and said he hadn't minded.

Later, in the bedroom, Harry watched Severus find a sock,
checking out his arse as he bent to pick up the misplaced item. He suddenly had
a thought. "Sev, yesterday, did it bother you to see me in the old memory
with Charlie?" he asked with a coy smile.

"Should it have?" Sev answered slyly with a
question.

Harry shook his head 'no', chuckling.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was just checking. He and I are friends, and I
wanted to make sure you didn't regard Charlie as a threat."

Severus didn't miss the fact that Harry was a little too
amused, but wasn't sure why. "What?" he asked flatly.

Harry bit his lip, and managed to reply with a straight
face. "You're wearing his shirt."

"Excuse me?" Had he heard right? Yes,
Harry's smirk did confirm it. "Of all the�" The shirt muffled Sev's
grumbling as he hastily removed it. It hadn�t really bothered him, but wouldn�t
admit that.

"He lent it to�" Harry began, but then couldn't
pick his jaw up from the floor where it now resided. He made a noise, but
nothing that resembled words known to man or snake. It was then that Severus
realized he had taken off his shirt with no thought, and was now only wearing
the black trousers. Severus was decorated with several scars. Some small and
scattered, a few large and nasty looking, in addition to the two across is
heart, one of which Harry had healed, all in addition to the Dark Mark on his arm.
Severus had made no attempt to cover up, but it was apparent he was
uncomfortable. Neither of them said a word.

Looking past every scar and blemish, Harry saw only a broad
chest, muscular shoulders and arms, and a smooth, flat stomach. Sev, at
eighteen, had a washboard stomach, but hadn't been as filled out as this man in
front of Harry now. He took a tentative step forward. Feeling safe to continue
when Sev didn't move away, he reached up to place his hands around Sev's neck,
sliding his them down and across to his shoulders. Harry held onto the strong
shoulders, tracing his thumbs along each line separating the upper three
shoulder muscles, all of which were well defined.

Severus stood motionless, silently watching Harry's
expressions as he continued his exploration of Sev's upper body. He was
surprised by how strong Harry's hands felt on him as they traversed across his
collarbone, and down the center of his chest. When the hands returned upwards,
Harry's fingers glanced over his nipples, causing him to shiver.

"You made me shiver every time you picked me up, or did
something amazing that showed me how strong you are. So much power,"
whispered Harry as he reverently caressed Sev�s shoulders again, trailing down
his arms.

Severus noticed that Harry, while paying attention to every
detail, was only paying attention to the details of his body; not once had his
fingers trailed along any of the many scars his body was covered with.

"I was so impressed when you were a teen, and now,"
Harry expelled a burst of air. He was gazing at a man in front of him, not some
teen his age. Harry swallowed hard, not allowing any poor self-esteem to make
him feel unworthy, knowing his was still a teen, and despite his good shape,
and strength, he was not yet filled out. "Now�"

"I'm a grown man," Sev finished his sentence.

Harry shivered. When he did run his index finger along the
scar on Severus� heart, Sev also shivered.

"Had I given it some thought, I'd have lowered the
lights before taking off my shirt."

"What, and deprive me of such a sight?" asked
Harry, knowing full that Severus was referring to his scars. Harry himself had
a few scars Sev had not yet seen. They had been in a dimly lit room the night
previous, and Harry had unintentionally laid right down on his belly, exposing
his back for Sev to massage the salve into for him. Later, they had cuddled so
close that Sev hadn't had a chance to notice much else. Harry peeled off his
tee shirt slowly, exposing a few unexpected scars, nothing too bad. "Tell
me," he said with his arms over his head, his body slowly coming into
sight as the shirt was pulled over his head. "When you look at me, do you
see old injuries marking my flesh, or do you see this lithe body, quivering for
you?" His shirt fully off, Harry let it drop to the floor. He stood
confidently, his tanned body toned and sexy.

Severus stepped closer, pressing them together,
skin-to-skin. "Do you want me to make you shiver?" he purred
seductively.

"Yes," gasped Harry, as the heat from their bodies
drove him wild. Severus reached his hands around Harry's head, intertwining his
fingers in the dark, messy hair, pulling him closer. Harry reached up on
tiptoes to press his lips to Sev's. The kiss was slow and gentle, their tongues
mingling blissfully. As the kiss progressed, increasing their passion, Harry
could feel himself going weak in the knees. It could have just been his calves
on fire from being on tiptoes for such a long time. Severus could feel Harry
slipping from his lips, and wrapped his arms around him, his hands fastening
around Harry�s arse.

Harry did indeed shiver as Severus held him up, his tongue
never missing a beat. They stayed in the position for longer than Harry thought
possible, until Sev broke the kiss, leaving Harry panting. Sev needed to break
the kiss, to allow him to see where he was now walking, with Harry�s arse
cradled in his hands. He stepped over to the bed, gently laying them both down.
Harry shivered again as Sev latched onto his neck.

Severus pulled his wand from the back of his trousers,
muttering a quick spell. Harry gasped as he realized the clothes they had been
wearing were gone. He shivered again at the feeling of their bodies pressed
together.

"It would seem, the challenge of making you shiver has
been met," said Severus, still feasting on Harry's neck. Harry moaned
appreciatively when Sev reached his earlobe.
"I�m going to make you scream," he growled with confidence.
Harry whimpered at the sound of his voice, and nibbled on what flesh he could
reach, as Sev ravished him.

Taking a chance, Severus said "Accio lubricant."
To his pleasure, a small tube flew to his hand from somewhere in the room. He
examined the new, unopened tube, deciding it was adequate. Harry soon became
aware that his lover was now many more years experienced than the first time
he'd taken Harry to bed. Severus wasn't exaggerating when he said that without
the use of a pain-numbing potion, Harry's every nerve would be receptive to the
experience. Harry bucked and arched his back, writhing under the careful
preparation by this very confident, sexy man. Harry latched onto Sev's neck,
sucking and kissing to keep from begging to be fucked. He knew to be patient,
even the man's fingers were bigger than when ad bad been a teen. Harry could
only imagine what it would feel like to have Sev's hard member sliding into
him. He nearly came at the thought, accompanied by Severus stroking his
prostate, sending him into a sexual frenzy.

"Please," Harry surrendered and let out a
strangled cry, as Sev continued his ministrations, repeatedly hitting that very
sensitive spot. "I need you! Please, fuck me," he moaned loudly.
"I can't take anymore," he panted.

Severus kept his fingers inside as his free hand lubricated
his shaft. Harry would have been impressed that with one hand, Sev'd managed to
open the tube and lubricate his erection, but Harry was in no condition for
rational thought. The slick fingers slid out, only to be instantly replaced by
the blunt head of Severus' massive cock. Deep, dark eyes met vibrant green;
their eyes stayed locked on each other's. Harry knew Severus would never hurt
him intentionally, but realistically; there could be some pain involved. It was
like their first time together, all over again.

Though determined not to flinch, Harry couldn't hold back
his sharp intake of breath as the head passed the first ring of muscles.
Severus murmured encouraging words in his ear, and continued to do so when he
saw the effect his voice had on Harry. Sev could feel Harry's erection jerk
between them. When Sev was fully
sheathed, he remained still, allowing Harry to adjust to the intrusion. His
breathing ragged, trying his best to relax, Harry cotrattrated on the lovely
things Severus was doing with his tongue and Harry's ear. Sev expertly diverted
his thoughts away from any lingering discomfort.

"You feel incredible," he whispered into Harry's
ear. "So tight," he said, before pulling an earlobe between his
teeth, causing Harry to moan again. Just as Harry could no longer stand it, Sev
sucked on his nipple, causing Harry to cry out and buck his hips. Severus
hissed from the sensation, and slowly began to move, withdrawing slightly
before sliding back into his lover. Any and all pain eased away, replaced with
pure ecstasy.

"God. Yes," Harry panted, and gasped out words of
encouragement as he relished every sensation he experienced. Harry was nearly
howling from the onslaught of pleasure, as every nerve in his body tingled
while Sev made love to him, passionately. "OH!" Harry cried out breathily,
when Severus adjusted his position, causing him to thrust against the sensitive
spot. Severus found Harry's words excited him even more; he wanted to make this
a most incredible experience. Before long, Harry was unable to make coherent
words, only sounds of ecstasy. The building could have fallen around him, and
he'd not care, or notice. Severus was also at the of of completion, as his
thrusts became more urgent. He plunged into Harry with enthusiasm, reaching in
between their sweat-covered bodies, grasping Harry�s leaking erection. Within
only a few strokes, Harry screamed, bucking his hips, and then pouring his seed
onto Sev's hand. Severus squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering, his hips pressed
hard against Harry's arse as he spilt his own orgasm deep inside his lover,
letting out a deep, throaty sound as release overtook him.

~ * ~

A few moments, or maybe an eternity later, Severus summoned
two glasses of water and a towel. After they drank one glass, Severus spelled
the other glass warm, and used it to soak the towel, cleaning them both before
they dropped off to sleep in each other's arms.

An unmarked amount of time later that morning, Severus
awoke. He trailed a slow hand down Harry's back, learning every line and curve.
"Hmm," Harry hummed. Severus realized Harry was in the same position
Kieran had described him in. His arms were over his head, making his lithe form
all the more enticing. "What are you doing?" asked a sleepy Harry
when he felt the fingers that had been rubbing, were now prodding.

"I'm trying to figure out what could have caused
this," Sev said casually, tracing the scar on Harry's lower back.

"Garden tool. Now, stop, that tickles," he
reprimanded his lover.

"You need to keep it covered, unless you want Kieran to
find out about us," said Severus off-hand.

Harry chose not to answer just yet.

When they could no longer justify staying in bed any longer,
the two men decided to get dressed for the day. Severus sat against the
headboard, watching Harry dress. Knowing full well he had an audience, Harry
leaned all the way down to his toes to put on his pants. Harry reached into his
wardrobe for a shirt, and felt his pants sliding down his legs. He turned to
Severus, who was sitting on the bed, innocently holding his wand. "Tell me
again, which one of us is the grown-up?" Harry asked with a smirk

"Kieran happened to mention a particular article of
clothing you had been wearing the day he saw you from the fire. A lot like
those, if I'm not mistaken." He raised his brow in question.

Harry turned around wearing a pair of green satin bikinis,
his trousers still down around his thighs. "These are the same pair. I
believe they were black, but for some reason that I can't understand," he
said sarcastically. "I woke up one day in Slytherin pajamas, and my black
satins were green." Harry tried to glare, but couldn't manage. It was
pretty funny.

Severus laughed out loud, surprising Harry with this rare
treat.

"Um, what else did Kieran say?" questioned Harry,
hoping to sound casual.

"Lets see, the first time we talked about it, he
mentioned a man in my rooms. The second, he saw fit to tell me, said man had
been in my bed."

Harry smirked, biting his lip, hoping he wasn't blushing.

"Finally, he saw fit to tell me what you had on. By the
way, he wants to know how you can stand to wear something so tight."
Severus winked. "Yesterday, he also mentioned that interesting scar you
have on your back. Garden tool?" he asked, as if he could hardly believe
it. "Would you like to give me an edge, by giving me some insight on what
else he may not have told me about you in my bed?"

"There isn't anything else to tell about that morning.
But�" Harry managed to smile and worry his lip simultaneously. "He
saw my scar yesterday while he was, um� teaching me the merits of
punctuality."

"That lesson is typically a painful one," said a
knowing Severus. "So, Kieran knows it was you in my bed. I think I'll
enjoy having the upper hand on this one, for a change."

"Scary," mused Harry, when he saw the evil grin on
Sev's face. It was the very look he used to have when returning an essay
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