It was natural really, the flow from friend in to lover. Once the cataclysmic jump from enemy to friend was made, becoming lovers was an inconsequential change really. They already shared everything from living space to missions for the Order; why not share a bedroll too? But now the war is over and Harry Potter is a weapon safely sheathed for the time being.
Harry and Severus sit across from each other at the breakfast table and say nothing. There is a silence there that is new; not one of anger or enmity or secrecy, but one of indifference. There is nothing to say to each other now. Harry is a Quidditch player, Snape detests the sport. Snape is a potions master and a lover of the arts and of study, while Harry can't sit still long enough to read a magazine cover to cover, much less a book. But still they sit here day after day. They eat, move through their schedules, and slide into the big bed with the green silk sheets ("green like your eyes my love," Severus once said, before lying Harry down on them and taking him slowly, making love to him for hours and hours.).
Harry stays because Snape (no, Severus, his Severus) is comfortable and he is Harry's one true love…. Isn't he? He was, he used to be. Now Snape is a familiar thing in a time in Harry's life where he no longer knows who he is or what his purpose is. Now the teaching tone and aloofness that he found endearing are becoming hard to take. Sometimes, Harry wants to turn to Snape and scream, " I KNOW that! Gods, I was there too, I fought in that war, I don't need to be treated like a child! " But he never does. He forgives it, because that's just Severus. And Severus loves him, Harry knows he does, though the older man never ever tells him. Its in his look or his touch, Harry thinks, Its in the turn of his head and how he is always there right there when I need him.
And Severus loves him and loves him well in the big bed. Some nights they still turn to each other and come together, soft skin brushing against broom callused fingers. Narrow lips kissing in all of Harry's favorite places, worshiping his body, eating him in small sinful bites. And he worships back, trailing tongue over prominent hipbones, along length of leg, over smooth stomach and lower to firm cock. Even now, Harry loves Severus's cock best. He can't get enough of it when he starts. He jut wants to stay down there forever and kiss and nuzzle and wallow in the smell and taste and feel of Severus at his center.
But as they sit here at the table, silent and out of synch, Harry knows that this can't go on much longer. He finds his eyes wandering at meals away from Severus and towards Draco Malfoy's face. Or to the faces of male friends from the team, who engage his mind and treat him like a peer. Soon he will have to say something and call the bluff. Soon he will have to move on.
Severus sits at his breakfast and peers at Harry through his eyelashes. Inside, he feels his heart breaking. He can see the changes in every line of Harry's frame, even in the way he sits at the table. Harry no longer leans forward, reaching out for Severus's touch, but back, slouched over his coffee. The winds are changing. Harry is moving on. As old wounds open and blood pours out if his heart, Severus begins to prepare himself. Life would be much darker without Harry in it.
"Its almost time for classes" He murmured. " I must head out and terrorize the first years."
"yeah, and I should head out and warm up. Practice is in an hour."
"I'll see you tonight?" (I love you Harry. Please don't go.)
"Of course. Might be a bit late though. The guys said something about a trip to Hogsmede after practice." (I loved you Severus. But I'm moving on.)
Severus stands, stretches and glides dramatically out the door in typical Snapely fashion. Harry heads to the closet from his broom and Sighs. Another day has begun.