Severus Snape was a rara avis amongst potions brewers. Most brewers screwed up their potions at least once. At the very least, theirs were of average quality.
Severus' potions were always excellent and high quality. And he never botched a potion he had already made once successfully.
Harry nonchalantly walked through the lab. "Hi, Sev," he greeted.
"On your way to class?" Severus asked distractedly. He stirred the potion seven times and stood back to let it simmer. Harry watched him silently, knowing that Severus could listen and brew at the same time, but he preferred silence.
"Yep. Good old boggart lesson today. That's always a fun one. Kids have fun making their fear into something funny. In a way, it also teaches them not to fear things so much." Harry was a rara avis amongst teachers. Kind, considerate, and fun, while still maintaining an air of professionalism and unrelenting strictness. Kids adored him.
Severus looked at Harry sharply. "How so?" he demanded.
"They see their fear as something ridiculous, so they no longer fear it so much. I've seen quite a lot of students suddenly stop fearing things after the boggart lesson." Harry grinned. "Except for you, of course. Most students fear you even after they've seen what you'd look like with stuffed vulture hats and sparkly pink robes and a smile."
"And you, my gremlin? Do you still… fear me?" Severus growled.
"Nope," Harry answered, wrapping his arms around Severus' neck and kissing him briefly.
"Why not?" Severus demanded mock-angrily.
"Well, let's see… I've seen you in pain, I've seen you fighting, I've seen you first thing in the morning, I've seen you after you've had a nightmare, I've seen you naked, I've seen you coming… I've kissed your hard lips, gazed deep into your dark eyes, and wrapped my mouth around your cock and sucked so hard that you howled and nearly yanked my hair out and came. I've seen you on your feet in front of me, sucking me into your mouth and using your silver tongue to work its magic on me. I've sunk my cock into the warm tightness of your body and you've done the same to me. I've had you claw at me and wail in pleasure. I've heard you beg and plead me to let you come, I've begged the same of you. I've tied you up. You've tied me up. I've sucked your cock at the same time you've sucked mine. Your wonderful tongue swirling teasingly around the head, down the shaft, tonguing at my balls… My dearest, Sev, there is no way I fear you anymore."
He smiled brightly. "Besides, I married you, didn't I?"
Severus kissed him hard. "Yes… you did. You bastard. Making me this hard, this needy, when we both must teach."
"I promise you can punish me tonight," Harry said wickedly.
Severus moaned. "Can't wait."
"I love you, Sev."
"I love you, too, gremlin."
After all, they were rarae aves amongst married couples – truly loving.
Rara Avis – n. A rare or unique person or thing. Word of the Day, March 6, 2008)