Disclaimer: They're not mine. I just knock them over and play with them, and dress them up in funny clothing and make them talk in high-pitched accents. They belong to J.K. Rowling and her gang of heartless publishers. (Just give me the fifth book and I'll forgive all past sins…until I'm finished with it.)

Warnings: Severus Snape/Harry Potter. That line between their names is a slash. It means they are together. They might hug, they might kiss, they might have hot, wild screaming monkey sex. If this thought nauseates or sickens you…go away. If you chose not to heed my warning and send me nasty letters, all the more fool you are.

"Severus?"

Severus raised his eyes from his book. Harry stood in the door of their chambers wearing nothing but a pair of baggy, rolled-up trousers and socks. The younger man held a bundle of cloth out, blinking at it dubiously.

"Harry," Severus acknowledged.

"Is everything in your closet green?"

Severus blinked, closing his book over one finger. "My white shirts?" he offered, wondering what had sparked the thought in his young lover's brain.

Harry unfolded the bundle of cloth to reveal that it was, in fact, one of Severus's 'white' shirts. Dyed faintly green from being washed with one of his green robes. "Severus, is everything in your closet green?" Harry asked again, eyes twinkling wickedly.

Severus rose with as much dignity as he could muster, which was a great deal, and stalked toward his roommate. "I have my black robes," he growled softly, standing just within arms-reach.

Harry looked at the shirt, his eyebrows quirked in an expression Severus had come to recognize as Harry's attempt at the eyebrow arch. It didn't work very well on the younger man, but it was amusing to watch.

"I begin to wonder," Harry said slowly, "that your black robes aren't just a very dark shade of green."

Severus snorted softly, putting on his most haughty expression. "I beg to question, Mister Potter—just what were you doing in my closet anyway?" He plucked the offending garment out of Harry's hands and folded it neatly, sending it back to its place in his bureau where it belonged with a quick spell. Severus leaned forward, looking very predatory as he brushed one long-fingered hand across the smooth expanse of Harry's chest. "Run out of clean clothing again?" he murmured in a low tone.

Harry shivered and stepped forward into Severus' arms. Severus smirked as he enfolded his young lover. "Besides, Mister Potter, you wear a great deal of green, as well."

Harry scowled. "I wear green because it complements my eyes," and those eyes narrowed slowly, "you wear green out of some bizarre Slytheren House fixation—"

Severus lowered his head toward Harry's, eyes dark, and Harry stopped talking. Green eyes widened, and the beginning of a smile played on his expressive lips. "Yes?"

Severus shut him up with a kiss. Harry's lips opened easily under his, and their tongues dueled briefly for dominance. When Severus finally came up for air, Harry was breathing in short pants, eyes slightly glazed, but the smile on his face could have lit the room. Severus smiled carefully back, keeping his expression shy of a smirk by a hair. He was still getting used to all this goody-goody happiness, he wasn't sure why he hadn't gotten sugar-sickness yet. "I'm glad," Severus said as calmly as he could, "that it's just me with the House fixation. You look horrible in red."

Harry smacked Severus's shoulder, scowling and trying weakly to squirm out of the taller man's grip. He gave up quickly, arms snaking up around Severus' neck, and settling on a pout. Severus smirked.

"Green looks good on me too, you know," Severus growled.

Harry's eyes widened and he tightened his arms, bringing Severus's lips down to his own. Green eyes twinkled mischievously. "It certainly does," he said, breath cooling Severus's mouth before their lips touched and made some heat of their own.