Harry woke up one morning and rolled sleepily into the kitchen a few weeks later, where Severus was at the stove preparing breakfast.
"I hurt," he moaned, laying his head on the lowered kitchen table.
Severus set the food on the table and then came up behind his boyfriend, "Where, Lion?"
"My lower back and my shoulders..."
"Come on, out of the chair," Severus lifted Harry into his arms and started toward the living room couch.
"But the food..." Harry complained, still very tired, having been awake in pain all night.
"It's fine, I put a warming charm on it. There you are," Severus laid Harry gently on the couch on his stomach and then went to retrieve his own special blends of massage potions, each with different herbs and ingredients to treat different problems, "Just relax. Sleep if you want to."
"Mm..." Harry sighed, already half asleep as Severus' long fingers and strong, lean hands began their work.
Two hours later, Severus eased his lover awake.
"All done, Sweetheart."
Harry groaned in protest; he was so comfortable.
"We have to eat, Sweetheart. And then I promise we can come right back here."
Harry was picked up by Severus and taken back to the kitchen table, only this time he sat on Severus' lap to eat. After a few bites, he refused the food.
"You're really not feeling well today, are you?" Severus put a hand to Harry's forehead, finding no fever, "Let's go lay down for a while, hm?"
Harry didn't protest as Severus spooned him from behind once they were in bed.
"Sleep tight, my Lion," Severus kissed an already sleeping Harry's nape before dropping off to sleep himself.