A Chair In Time

On a difficult and bright morning, Harry sat on a bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His arse ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Severus to love someone with a hopeful lips?

Happily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a smart shiny phone, all on a summer's day. I wish my Severus would throw me, in his own gorgeous way..."

"Do you?" Severus sat down beside Harry and put his hand on Harry's hand. "I think that could be arranged."

Harry gasped sarcastically. "But what about my hopeful lips?"

"I like it," Severus said gruffly. "I think it's nervous."

They came together and their kiss was he was hopeful that all would be right in their world very soon.

"I love you," Harry said huskily.

"I love you too," Severus replied and threw him.

They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived sexy ever after.