Harry's eyes fluttered open and he looked out into the darkness of the room. He knew he was in Severus' bedchambers. He was wondering where Severus had gone when the potions professor walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He pointed his wand at the fireplace and the dying fire blazed to life once again.
Severus looked over to the bed and smiled. "Good morning. I was just going to wake you." Severus brought Harry a cup of coffee. Harry had started drinking coffee at the Manor, and now he needed it in order to function properly in the mornings.
Harry sipped at the hot liquid and smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Sev. What time is it anyway?"
Severus sat down on the bed. "It's seven-thirty. Since you don't have to fight students for the bathroom, you don't have to get up any earlier. You can use my shower any time you wish."
"Thanks." Harry sat the cup on the bedside table and scooted closer to his lover. He wrapped his arms around him and gave him a sweet kiss. "You're so good to me."
"I know. You don't know what an ordeal it is," Severus teased, kissing Harry lightly on the nose.
"Okay, I'm going to be sick," Draco drawled, coming into the room and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He had also picked up Severus' morning habit.
Harry couldn't hide a giggle. "Merlin, Draco, you look like death warmed over." Draco's hair was sticking out in all directions and his clothing was all twisted and wrinkled. He also had a crease across his face from his pillowcase.
Draco looked in the mirror, which screeched. "Ha ha. Now I just look like you do normally, Harry."
"I do not look like that!" Harry said indignantly, looking at Severus for affirmation.
"I'm not getting into this," Severus said, thereby evading the question. He completely ignored the glare Harry sent his way. "I've to go to my class before breakfast. I will see you all there." He kissed Harry again and stood up. "Don't be late," he said, walking by Draco and ruffling his already messy hair before walking out the door.
Harry stretched and yawned. "I need a shower."
"After what you two most likely did all night I don't doubt it."
Harry grinned maliciously. "Well, after the third time…"
Draco threw his hands out towards Harry. "I don’t want to know! I don't want to know! Keep your little liaisons to yourself."
"Fine. I'm going to shower," Harry said, throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed.
Draco looked at Harry's naked form admiringly. "I can see why Uncle Sev loves you. I'd have fallen in love with you too I had known you had such a lovely cock…and that ass!" Draco threw Harry a leer, wriggling his eyebrows.
"Oh, shut up or I'll tell Fred," Harry said playfully, walking toward Severus' shower. "I'll let you in on a little secret," Harry whispered conspiratorially. "Fred's even bigger than me."
"Oh, god! Thanks a lot Harry! Now I'm going to be hard all day."
"You can always take care of it in the shower," Harry yelled flippantly as he shut the bathroom door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"This is bloody ridiculous!" Harry grumbled as he watched Draco yet again sitting alone at the Slytherin table, warding off evil glares from the four houses of the school. The only ones not glaring at the blond were the ones who had attended the party at Severus' house for Harry's birthday.
Harry walked over to Draco and held out his hand. "Come on. You're not sitting here anymore. It's not right that these imbecilic brats treat you like this."
Draco gratefully took his hand and allowed Harry to drag him back to the Gryffindor table.
Ron glared at the Gryffindors who were glaring at Draco. "Move your bloody arses down," he half yelled at his side of the table. Everyone grudgingly did so, not wanting to risk being the recipient of the wrath of the Trio.
Draco sat down between Ron and Hermione, Harry sitting directly across from him. Draco snickered. "You know, Harry, I think Uncle Sev is starting to rub off on you."
"What are you blithering about?" Harry snarled, raising an eyebrow, thereby sending not only Draco, but also his surrounding friends into fits of giggles. Harry smiled.
"That's what I'm talking about. 'Imbecilic brats'? I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, just that it's funny."
Harry grinned and went back to his breakfast, listening to Dean and Seamus talk about the upcoming Quidditch tryouts. He didn't notice the pleased look in the eyes of Albus, Severus and McGonagall.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione looked at Harry. "We have an hour before Potions class starts. Do you want to go outside?"
Ron looked at Hermione with outright shock. "You mean you don't want to go to the library?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "No. We'll be spending plenty of time there as it is. Since we haven't had a class yet, I thought we'd take advantage of the beautiful weather." Ron continued to look at her, mouth gaping, and she snapped, "Close your mouth, git!"
Harry and Draco laughed behind their hands. Draco reached over and with one finger and gently closed Ron's mouth, causing Harry to lose control of his mirth, openly cackling and falling off the seat. After a few moments, he picked himself back up.
"You know what? You guys go ahead, and I'll meet you out there in a minute. I want to talk to Professor Dumbledore for a moment."
"Okay, Harry. Come on, you two," Hermione said, taking Draco and Ron by the hand and dragging them out the door.
Harry grinned as he watched his friends leave. Then he walked over to the teacher's table and stopped in front of the Headmaster. "Professor Dumbledore, can I speak with you for just a few moments, please?"
"Certainly, my dear boy. Follow me," Albus said warmly, getting up from his seat, his eyes twinkling with a knowing curiosity.
Severus watched as the Headmaster and Harry strode out the side door. He vaguely wondered what it was that his lover had up his sleeve.
/Since when did I start calling him my lover?/ he wondered exasperatedly.
*Since you started shagging him,* his ever-helpful little voice supplied, an annoying voice that sounded strangely like Albus.
Severus mentally growled at the annoying voice and went back to picking at his food.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione tried to ignore the cutting remarks and rude gestures the Slytherins were throwing their way as they made their way to their seats. Hermione and Ron sat next to each other, with Harry to Hermione's left, and Draco right beside him, on the aisle seat.
Harry had noticed immediately that Severus wasn't in class. It surprised him a little, but he knew what Severus was doing. He was allowing the Slytherins just enough time to play their hands and make arses out of themselves.
Sure enough, they were true to form.
"Hey, traitor," Crabbe sneered at Draco. "You should have killed yourself while you had the chance. Lucky for us, huh? We get to do the job for you." He and his entourage started throwing wads of paper, rocks and anything else they could get their hands on at Draco.
Harry pulled his wand out and yelled, "You think you're going to harm him? I took care of Voldemort, I sure as hell can take care of you lot! Throw something at me, you son of a bitch, and see what happens!" He stood up, Ron and Hermione standing behind him, wands pulled.
Just then the door flew open and Severus strode in, sneer in place and robes billowing behind him. "Sit down, Mr. Potter. You too, Granger, Weasley."
Harry sat down and watched his lover glide to the front to the class.
Severus sent equal-opportunity glares to the entire class. "Let me make myself crystal clear. If I find out that anyone, especially anyone from my house, has touched either Mr. Malfoy or Mr. Potter, I will come down on your heads so hard, you will wish Voldemort were still alive. You are not to take any sort of action or warped sense of revenge on these two. Is that clear? WELL!" he snarled when no one answered him.
"Yes!" most of the Slytherin half of the class mumbled.
After glaring at them for a moment, he started his first class of the year. "Pass your summer homework to the front of the class, NOW!" Severus snarled, highly irritated by the Slytherins behavior and the lack of support on the Gryffindor side. "Let's see how much you imbecilic brats were able to absorb into those feeble brains of yours."
Harry smirked at Draco, who was stifling a giggle.
/Okay, so maybe Sev has rubbed off on me a little. So what? It's most definitely not a bad thing,/ Harry thought as he watched his lover pick up the parchments of homework.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"What's that?" Draco asked, looking towards the right wall of the Great Hall. Towards the front of the room there was a fifth table, smaller than the others, but all prepared for lunch with the usual dishes and utensils.
Harry just smiled and led the way down the center of the Hall. He smiled and mouthed 'thank you' to Albus and went to sit down at the new table. Draco, Hermione and Ron did so as well.
"What did you tell Albus, Harry?" Ron asked.
"I told him that considering the circumstances, it would be nice to have a fifth table where anyone from any house could sit."
Hermione beamed at Harry. "Brilliant, Harry."
"I thought so," Harry quipped.
Soon, Dean, Seamus, Padma and Parvati, Lavender, and Neville had joined them at the small table. Without being surrounded by the glares and snarls of the houses, they all managed to have a rather pleasant lunch.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Next was Transfiguration, with the Slytherins. McGonagall was hard pressed to keep some of the Slytherins from turning Draco into a toad, but once Harry flashed his fiery temper their way, the class was brought down to a low boil.
Harry knew that it was only a matter of time before the Slytherins tried something on him or Draco. Harry figured it would be Draco, since many of the Slytherins that were Voldemort's lackeys were still scared of him. He would just have to keep an eye out for his friend.
The same thing happened an hour and a half later, when Care of Magical Creatures commenced, again with the Slytherins. Harry knew it was going to be a long year.
* * * * * * * * * * *
After dinner, which was spent at the small table, Ron and Hermione joined Harry and Draco in their room to do their homework. They already had homework in their three classes of the day, especially in Potions.
By the time the Double Potions class had ended, Severus was boiling hot, and he had assigned a three-foot essay on the Wolfsbane potion, which was due on Friday, in addition to the regular homework. Luckily for Harry, Hermione and Draco, they already knew the chapter they were supposed to study for Friday. They agreed to help Ron with it on Thursday night.
"Can you believe this? The Slytherins act like idiots, no offense, Draco, and now we have extra homework," Ron grumbled as he tossed his bag on the floor and sat down.
"No offense taken, Weasel," Draco said playfully, giving Ron a light punch on the arm. "He couldn't very well give the rest of the class the extra homework and give nothing to us. That would have just caused the Slytherins to be more brassed off than they already are, not to mention the Gryffindorks. In case you didn't notice, Uncle Sev wasn't exactly thrilled with them either. You three were the only ones who tried to stop them from injuring me. Kind of makes you wonder where that Gryffindor honor was. You three were being pelted with that crap as much as I was."
"You got a point there, ferret-face," Ron said, grinning. He dodged a punch and the two started wrestling good-naturedly. Hermione and Harry shook their heads and got out their parchment and quills.
"I'll go next door and see if I can't borrow some of Sev's books," Harry said. He ignored the wink Draco sent his way and walked into Severus' rooms.
"Hey, Sev, are you busy?"
Severus held up a hand. "I'll be with you in a moment. I'm just sealing some fates." (1)
Harry chuckled as he looked at the rows of books.
Severus finished writing on one of the essays he was grading and looked over at Harry. He smiled and got up, walking over to the young man. "What can I do for you?"
"First, this," Harry said, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck and bringing their lips together. When they finally parted, he said, "Now, I was wondering if I could borrow some books for the essay we have to do."
Severus smiled apologetically. "You know why I can't excuse you, Draco and your friends from the essay."
"I know, it wouldn't be fair. That's all right, we don't really mind. We know why you did it."
Severus pulled down the books that had the wolfsbane potion listed in it and handed them to Harry. He also handed him a personal journal. "Not everything I know about the potion is in print. This is my personal research book. Don't get anything on it. The punishment is death," he sneered, giving Harry his most menacing glare.
Harry snorted and kissed the tip of the older wizard's nose. "That doesn't work on me, but I promise, if I harm your book, you have my full permission to punish me. Harry moved closer and purred into Severus' ear, "Any way you want."
On the inside, Severus melted completely at the thought of the kind of punishment he would love to give Harry. On the outside he simply raised an eyebrow. "Really, Mr. Potter? We'll just have to see about that, now won't we?"
Harry kissed him one last time before heading back to his room. He flashed Severus a smile before closing the door behind him.
* * * * * * * *
Harry slammed his book closed. "I think we're done for tonight," he said, looking down at the notes he had written down. Each one of them had picked a book and taken notes on the information inside. He had Severus' personal journal, not trusting it to anyone else, save perhaps Draco.
"I have to agree," Draco said, yawning widely. The others closed their books and set the potions books on the table by the wall.
Ron and Hermione gathered their things and said goodnight. Draco went to Severus' rooms to say goodnight while Harry changed.
After saying goodnight to Draco, Harry headed towards Severus' bedroom. Severus was lying on the bed, reading. "Is there room there for me?" Harry asked, walking to the bed.
Severus looked at him. "Only if you'll behave yourself. I didn't get much sleep last night and I'm completely exhausted. Leave it to Longbottom to melt a cauldron the first day of class."
Harry snickered lightly as he climbed on the bed. He rolled his eyes as Severus eyed him warily. "I promise I will behave myself. No shagging tonight, I promise, now will you get over yourself?"
Severus shifted over and Harry lay down beside him, resting his head on the older wizard's chest. "Will you at least read to me?"
"That I will do," Severus replied. They spent the next hour lying together, Severus reading to Harry from "The Two Towers". At the end of a chapter, Severus looked down to see that Harry had fallen asleep. He watched him for a little while.
/How did I fall in love with this irritating brat?/ Severus thought to himself. It didn't much matter what the answer was, because he had fallen in love, and there was nothing he could do to take it back. He wasn't sure he wanted to.
"Harry, wake up," he said, as he reluctantly shook the sleeping beauty resting upon his chest.
"Mm…what?" Harry mumbled sleepily.
"You need to go to your room, Harry. Get some sleep."
Harry looked up blearily. "Do I have to? I was comfortable."
"Harry, it's not safe for you to keep staying here, not with that mu-, er, godfather of yours running around, not to mention Remus. I don't fancy myself becoming dog food for either of them if they happen to look for you and find you ensconced in my bed."
Harry tried to glare, but he only giggled. The image Severus placed in his head was too funny. "You do have a point. I still don't want to go, but since you're making me…" he said, faking a pout.
Severus stared at him. "Don't think that is going to get you anywhere tonight. Now go back to your bed. I'll see you in the morning."
"But what if I have a nightmare?" Harry asked, fishing for any way he could convince Severus to let him stay.
"You haven't had a nightmare in weeks, Harry. I think you'll be safe. Now go." Severus pushed Harry out of the bed, following close behind. He escorted the younger wizard to the door. "Go get some sleep. I'll be here if you need anything."
"All right, but I don't like this one bit," Harry sighed, pouting again. When it didn't work, he smiled and pulled Severus to him, kissing him goodnight. "Love you," he called out as he left the room.
* * * * * * * *
Tuesday went much like Monday had gone, with everyone but a select few sending eye-daggers Draco's direction. Harry, Hermione and Ron defended Draco each and every time. They became even more unpopular with the Voldemort sympathizers than was thought possible.
The biggest highlight of the day was the morning mail delivery, when a strange owl brought in a package for Harry from Diagon Alley.
"What's that?" Ron asked curiously.
Hermione looked at the emblem on the package. "It's from that fancy jewelry store in Diagon Alley, isn't it?"
Harry nodded, looking over at the Head Table. Severus, Sirius, Remus, Albus and Hagrid were all looking at him curiously. Harry just grinned and waved at all of them. He looked at his friends. "Come on, there are too many curious eyes for what's in this package. Let's go outside and I'll show you."
They picked up their books and headed for the lake. When they all sat down, Harry opened the package and showed them the rings. "I bought these when we were at Diagon Alley. One is for Remus and the other is for Sirius. I'm giving the rings to them on their birthdays. Remus will get his tomorrow, but Sirius will have to wait until October to get his."
"They're beautiful, Harry," Hermione said, handing them back to him. "They'll love them, for the fact that you bought the rings for them, not because they were expensive."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah, Siri will probably growl at me for spending so much."
Draco eyed Harry mischievously. "I daresay they weren't the ones you've splurged on."
Ron immediately caught the innuendo. "Harry, are you holding out on us? Are you interested in someone? Maybe someone you bought an expensive gift for?"
Hermione shook her head, eyes drifting to the skies in exasperation. Looking back down, she looked at Ron matter-of-factly. "What makes you think that just because he's bought someone an expensive gift, he's automatically interested in someone?"
"Oh, come off it, Hermione. I was just teasing. I know that if Harry were interested in someone, he'd tell us. Who's Draco talking about, Harry?"
"He's talking about Severus," Harry said, deciding to come as close to the truth as possible. "He's been so good to me lately, I wanted to get him something special. I bought him a special cauldron, some books, and some rare potion supplies."
"Wicked," Ron mused. "He'll like that, Harry. Brilliant idea."
"Thanks," Harry replied. "I liked it."
Hermione stood up. "Come on, people. We have a class to go to, and I don't want to be late!"
"All right! Geez, Hermione, don't get yer knickers in a twist."
Harry and Draco tried to suppress laughing fits as they watched Hermione chase Ron all the way to the castle.
Draco looked at Harry. "Any bets on how long it takes the two of them to get together this year?"
"I'll bet they're together before you and Fred the way you're going, acting all shy like you do when he's around."
Draco sneered and held out his hand. "You're on. I bet they won't get together until the springtime. What's the prize?"
"Okay, if I win, you have to keep Sirius, Remus, Hermione and Ron busy for a weekend while I seduce your uncle."
"And if I win, you have to sing "Thriller" to Remus, on the night of the full moon, while he's in werewolf form, completely starkers."
"Fine," Harry sighed. "What is it with you forcing me to torment Remy, I would like to know."
"I'm hoping he'll bite you out of pure spite," Draco quipped, clapping Harry on the back.
"I think he'll bite you for punishing him unjustly," Harry shot back, running for the castle. "Come on, we're late!"
* * * * * * * * * *
{Wednesday, just after dawn}
The dark-haired wizard stretched languidly as he slowly emerged from his restful nighttime slumber, the catlike motion belying his true animagus form.
Lashes fluttered and eyelids opened, revealing sapphire eyes that stared at the ceiling, trying to adjust to the morning sunrise that was sending beams of light through the windows.
He was pleasantly sore from the previous night's activities, one of the perks of having an insatiable werewolf for a mate. Those were the nights he would gladly get on his knees and kiss the feet of the creators of all silencing charms.
Sirius rolled to his side and stared at his lover dreamily, a small smile playing at the corners of his ruby-colored lips.
Remus was lying on his side, his light-brown hair, which became a little grayer as each year went by, was shimmering lightly in the early morning light. His face was peaceful and youthful, making him look like he was in his early twenties rather than his mid-thirties.
/He's so angelic when he sleeps. How did I get so lucky?/ Sirius thought to himself as he watched his lover sleep.
As if reading his thoughts, Remus opened his eyes. Amber eyes met blue ones and he smiled sleepily. "Morning, Siri," he mumbled drowsily.
"Good morning, love. Happy birthday." Sirius leaned over and pressed his lips to the werewolf's. "How old are you now?" Sirius asked lightly. "110? 150?"
Remus growled softly. "Ha ha. Very amusing, Padfoot." He stretched as he watched his dark-haired lover rise off the bed and casually stroll over to the closet, his naked form illuminated by the morning sunlight that shone through the window.
"How did I get so lucky?" Remus asked softly as Sirius rummaged through the closet.
"I'm the one who's lucky," Sirius called out. He turned around, a pile of gifts weighing down his arms. He brought them over and sat them next to the wide-eyed werewolf.
"Surely these aren't all for me, Sirius?"
Sirius jumped back into bed and gave his lover a kiss. "Of course they are. Now, are you going to open them, or what?"
Remus picked up the first gift, a small box wrapped in red paper with gold ribbons. He opened the little package with a painstaking slowness. He took so much care in preserving the paper, Sirius couldn't help but release an exasperated sigh and glare at his lover.
"You know, Moony, we do have classes to teach today."
Remus chuckled as he wadded up the paper, throwing it at Sirius' head. "I know that. I just wanted to see how long it took for you to become thoroughly disgusted with me."
Sirius feigned anger, placing his hands on his hips and glowering. "I suppose you think that's funny?"
Remus laughed even louder. "You know, it's hard to take your 'anger' seriously when your cock is as hard as a rock and pointing directly at my face," he pointed out, reaching down to rub the tip of said cock with his thumb.
Sirius grinned and slapped his lover's hand away playfully. "First gifts, then you have my permission to fuck me through the bed and into the floorboards."
Remus shook his head as he opened the box. "Such language…tell me, did you kiss your mother with that mouth? She would…oh, Siri, it's beautiful!" Remus pulled out a small wooden frame with intricate engravings of leaves and flowers. Inside the picture frame was a picture of the two of them, taken when they were thirteen years old. "Where'd you find this picture? I thought we'd lost it long ago."
Sirius moved so that he was sitting behind Remus. He leaned to look over the werewolf's shoulder at the picture. He wrapped his arms around the man in front of him. "I found it while I was going through some boxes at the Manor. I remembered how much you loved the picture when we were younger. I thought you'd like to have it to put on you desk or something."
Remus leaned back to place a sweet kiss on his lover's mouth. "Thank you. I love this, but not as much as I love you."
"You're welcome. Open your other gifts."
Remus shook his head and placed the pile of packages on the floor. He then turned and pressed his lover into the pillows behind them. "It's my birthday, and I want to fuck you into the floorboards first, gifts later. You're all I need anyway. Anything else is bonus material."
Remus brought his lips to his lover's neck, biting down on the mark he had made years ago, the mark that made the dark-haired wizard his and his alone. Pulling back, he looked down at the newly darkened mark. Satisfied, he proceeded down the golden skin he loved to taste. The taste of his lover's skin was an addiction he was more than happy to indulge in whenever the opportunity arose. He licked his way across the strong chest, flicking his tongue across each nipple lightly. He chuckled as Sirius arched up to his touch.
Ignoring the hardened peaks, the werewolf nibbled his way to his lover's navel, dipping his tongue inside and swirling it about the shallow opening. Remus proceeded lower, flicking his tongue across the tip of Sirius' dripping cock before completely ignoring it in favor of nibbling on the inside's of the animagus' thighs.
Sirius growled. "Remus, please…"
Remus stopped his ministrations on his lover's well-shaped thighs. "What?" he asked innocently. "Is there something you wanted?"
"You bloody well know what I want, Remy," he gasped, hips bucking as the light-haired wizard lightly tickled his sacs with three fingers. "Remy!"
Remus stopped, pulling his hand away. He sat back on his knees, watching his thoroughly flustered mate gaze imploringly at him. He gave him a stern look. "Siri, I was under the impression that this is my birthday. Do I or do I not have free reign over what happens today?" he asked, tracing his index finger up and down his lover's shaft.
"You do," Sirius moaned.
"And you have complete control on your birthday, do you not?"
"Yes, but…"
"But?"
"Please, do something…" Sirius begged, pleading with his eyes.
Remus smiled warmly and went back to nibbling on his lover's thighs, placing little bite marks everywhere. He chuckled silently as Sirius whimpered. Taking pity, he drew his lover's wet shaft into his mouth, relaxing his throat as he took him in deep.
Sirius' back arched completely off the bed as Remus swallowed, and he spewed his seed down the werewolf's throat. Remus drank down every drop that his lover spilled hungrily. When Sirius was nothing but a sated mass of limbs, Remus carefully slid his mouth off his lover's cock, mindful that Sirius was always ultra-sensitive afterwards. He carefully licked his mate clean before lying next to him.
"You okay?" he asked Sirius after a few moments. Sapphire eyes regarded him warmly.
"Mm hmm." Remus chuckled, pulling lubricant from the drawer next to the bed. He settled between legs that were spread open for him eagerly. Spreading the sweet-scented lubricant heavily over his fingers, he brushed his fingers between the cheeks of his lover's ass, finding the entrance and brushing his finger across the puckered flesh. He massaged the opening in a circular motion, keeping his finger from penetrating until Sirius started wriggling.
Remus slid his index finger deep inside, finding his lover's sweet spot without hesitation. He slid his finger in and out several times, stroking the spot each and every time. He slid a second finger in, scissoring his fingers so the ring of muscle would open wider.
As he was about to slide a third finger deep inside, Sirius begged, "Please, I'm ready."
Remus brought his hand down to his own cock and stroked the lubricant remaining on his hand over his shaft. Satisfied, he lifted Sirius' and set them upon his shoulders. Positioning himself, he slowly slid inside his mate's warm, tight body.
"I love the way you feel," Remus whispered, leaning over and talking into the other man's ear. "Do you have any idea how much I love pounding into you, shoving my cock inside your body over and over again, until you scream my name?"
"I would if you moved," Sirius snapped playfully, nipping the werewolf on the nose.
"As you wish, my love," Remus replied, pulling almost completely out before ramming back in again. He set a fierce pace, slamming in and out of his mate without mercy.
Sirius writhed and screamed in ecstasy as his lover relentlessly slammed the tip of his cock over his prostate again and again.
* * * * * * * * *
{Meanwhile}
"It's time to wake up, Draco!" Harry yelled cheerfully, jumping onto the blond man's bed.
"No's not," came the mumbled reply.
"Yes, it is, gorgeous. You promised to help me set up the decorations for Remus' birthday party early this morning, before Potions. Hermione and Ron will be down in half an hour. Come on, sleepyhead." Harry drug off the blankets, revealing a lithe, naked form that was fully aroused.
Harry grinned and whistled appreciatively. "What were you dreaming about? Did I ever tell you how lovely your body truly is? Fred is definitely a very lucky man!"
"Will you quit blithering and bring me some coffee at least?" Draco snapped as he glared at Harry.
Harry merely snickered. "Now who sounds like Sev? I'll bring you coffee, though."
When Harry returned a moment later, Draco was sitting up, rubbing his hand through his hair. "Here you go, sexy. While you go and shower, I'm gonna see if I can't get Severus to pay a little bit of attention to me. But don't take too long. We're eating breakfast down here."
Draco raised his eyebrows in understanding as he drank his coffee.
Harry shook his head amusedly and trotted over next door. He looked inside and no Sev. He grinned as he walked into the bedroom. Severus, freshly showered, stood at his armoire, picking out his robes for the day.
Harry silently slipped behind the naked wizard and snaked his hands around the trim waist. He placed kisses across broad shoulders as his hands reached down and fondled the older wizard to hardness. "Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?"
"Remarkably well," Severus moaned, leaning back into the warm body behind him. "There was no one around stealing all the blankets for himself, no one badgering me at all hours of the night for a shag."
Harry took his hands away and stepped back, glowering playfully. "If I recall correctly, and I do, it was you who woke me up that night, both times."
Severus shrugged innocently. "Have it your way." He turned back toward the armoire and pulled out one of his robes.
Harry slid in behind him again before he could put the robe on. "Do you know how sexy you are in the morning?"
"Mm. Not really, but I would expect I do look a little better without all the potion fumes gathered on my skin and hair."
"Yes you do, but that's not what I'm talking about…although you're still sexy when you're in greasy git mode. I'm talking about you, naked and aroused. Very sexy, indeed." Harry slid the index finger of his right hand between Severus' cheeks, massaging the entrance to the older wizard's body while his left hand trailed its way across the pale chest, seeking out a nipple to pinch and twist to hardness. Harry nipped lightly at Severus' shoulder blades, not being tall enough to pay attention to the nape of his lover's neck.
"Harry…" Severus whispered. "We don't have time for this. Besides, how would it look if I showed up in the Hall with a stupid grin on my face?" Severus disentangled himself reluctantly and walked over to the desk in his bedroom. Flustered, he dropped his quill on the floor.
Harry followed Severus to the desk. Harry's mouth spread into a feral grin as his naked lover bent over to pick up the quill. In one swift movement, he was on his knees. He spread his lover's cheeks and quickly slid his tongue into his professor's opening.
"God, Harry!" Severus yelled as he felt the hot, wet tongue penetrate his body. He hadn't realized Harry had followed him. He reached out towards the desk to steady himself, his knuckles turning white from the vice grip he had on the edge of the desk. "We can't…oh my…" Severus moaned, coherent thought leaving as Harry's tongue slid out all the way and shoved itself back in. Harry stopped long enough to say, "Accio lubricant" and continued to fuck his lover with his tongue as the lubricant slowly sailed towards him.
He moved his attention elsewhere, pulling Severus' sacs into his mouth, sucking on them gently. He opened his robes and unfastened his trousers, pulling out his aching cock. He covered his shaft thoroughly with lubricant and then stood. He place little kisses across Severus' back as he slid his fingers inside, making sure he was prepared. Satisfied that he wouldn't hurt him, Harry positioned himself behind his lover, impaling the older man on his throbbing erection slowly.
Impatient and too far gone to care that anyone could walk in and see them through the open door, Severus shoved back on Harry's cock hard. When he tried to move, however, Harry stopped him.
"A moment, Sev, or I won't last," Harry gasped, willing himself not to come. Thinking of horrid things for a moment, Harry backed far enough away from the edge and was able to move.
He slowly slid out and waited, with only the tip of his cock penetrating his lover. Placing kisses across the other's back, Harry asked, "How do you want it, love?"
"Hard and fast…fuck me!" Severus growled, pushing back into the younger wizard, impaling himself again.
Harry complied, sliding back out and slamming into his lover. Their pace was frantic, Harry pounding into the older wizard so hard the desk rocked and lifted off the floor.
As he felt his climax nearing, Harry slid his hand around to his lover's front and gripped the weeping cock firmly. He stroked his lover to climax, Severus screaming his name and spraying the drawers of the desk with his seed.
Harry felt Severus tighten around his shaft. It pushed him over the edge, and Harry cried out, declaring his love for the older man as he shot his seed deep inside his lover.
"I think I need another shower," Severus mumbled after a few moments. Harry lifted himself off his lover, pulling out of warm body carefully.
"I think I need one as well. Care to join me?" Harry asked hopefully.
"I might as well," Severus said dryly. "I'm already going to be late as it is."
"You could just stay with us down here. Come on, Hermione and Ron will be here in a few minutes."
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"Remus, I can't breathe," Sirius muttered.
Remus rolled off his lover and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Siri. Perhaps we should go bathe?"
Sirius nodded and rose carefully from the bed. He pulled Remus off the bed and into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stepped in.
Remus followed behind, dropping down to his knees and burying his face in Sirius' cheeks. He lapped carefully at his lover's entrance, cleaning the area gently with his tongue.
"God, Remus that feels good, but I don’t think I could get it up again if my life depended on it."
Remus laughed. "I know that love. I don't think I could either, but you know how much I love to taste you afterwards. It's my birthday; I get to do what I want, remember? I want to lick you clean."
"Of course. I love it when you do this, you know that," Sirius said, bending over, his hands on the towel rack. He spread his legs a little wider so that Remus could get to more of him. He shivered lightly when he felt his lover's tongue slide into his lovingly abused entrance.
When Remus was done, he stood back up and pulled his lover to him. He grabbed the shampoo and lathered his lover's hair.
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(1) This quote is from MST 3000, and from the plot/quote challenge of Gothique Plastikmoon It sounded like something Sev would say!