Since his stay in Severus' quarters the previous Wednesday, every other night or so Harry would show up and they'd fall asleep tangled around each other. They'd never removed more than shirts; that was, until the night before Captain Paradox was due to play at The Phoenix Nest.

Severus had seen the green eyes sparkling with mischief as their shirts came off, and therefore he knew something was up. His suspicions were only confirmed when, as they were laying around, Harry's finger casually toyed with the drawstring of blue pajama bottoms. Severus' gaze was automatically drawn to the light trail of downy hair that disappeared beneath them, and he realised that whatever tactics Harry was using . . . well, they were working.

"Do not tease me unless you are willing to pay for it," he said in a low voice, lightly running his fingertips along the side of Harry's neck and enjoying the resulting shiver.

"Who says I'm teasing you?" Harry countered playfully. He continued twirling the drawstring around his finger.

It only took about ten more seconds of this for Severus to flip around and position himself over Harry, looking him in the eye and saying, "You asked for it."

And then he was kissing Harry's neck, mouth moving down across his chest, Harry at a complete loss of what to do. When he reached the light trail of hair, he paused and looked up at him, black now being the colour of the eyes glittering with mischief. He smiled at the expression of surprise on Harry's face, could almost see the anticipation in his eyes, wondering what Severus would do to him now . . .

A long finger was placed between Harry's skin and the fabric of his pants, tugging it down to reveal the enticing jut of a hip and the hem of his red boxers. Severus continued to slide the pajama bottoms all the way off as Harry's heart hammered in his chest and now boxers were the only thing covering him. He pulled Severus back up after the pants were discarded and kissed him soundly.

"What about fair trade?" he breathed. He felt Severus smile, and his hands being pulled down by slightly-larger ones to the hem of pants that were not his.

A moment later they were both clad only in boxers (Severus' appropriately coloured emerald green) and kissing heatedly. As they pressed their torsos together, the feel of the hardness Harry had imagined so many times dug into his hipbone and slowly drove him crazy. Their escalating arousal translated into the now somewhat frantic mouth movements, and Harry only paused to gasp when five long fingers closed around the cloth covering his own hardness. He once again felt Severus smile against him, and decided that By Merlin, that should be illegal. Whether it was the smile or the fingers around a certain part of his anatomy that he was deciding on, he had no idea and couldn't focus enough to figure it out anyway.

And then the firm hand moved, and Harry moaned into Severus' mouth at the sensation of Severus touching him like this; the sound triggered a slight twitch of the thing digging into his hipbone, Harry's fingers tightening convulsively on Severus' back. The hand moved again, up and down, over and over until Harry could have sworn he was going insane. There was a final, tighter squeeze and then the sensation overwhelmed him and he spilled beneath the cloth, panting against Severus.

He released his muscles and collapsed into the sheets, still breathing heavily. Severus was just about to take care of his own problem when Harry intervened, and there was a sharp intake of breath as the slightly smaller fingers unexpectedly gripped him. Harry rolled so he was now positioned above Severus, languidly kissing the parted mouth as he moved his hand like had been done to him. It was a strange and amazing thing to have so much control, making Severus respond to one movement of his. He ran his left hand up the pale chest and along his arm, down to intertwine their fingers as his right hand moved rhythmically faster and faster, small gasps escaping from Severus. When Severus couldn't kiss back anymore, Harry gave a final squeeze and he could almost feel the hardness beneath his fingers pulsate with release.

He kissed Severus softly when he simply lay there, not saying anything. Then there was the quick flick of a wand, cleaning them both, and warm arms surrounded Harry. He buried his face in Severus' slightly damp neck, and they drifted off to sleep.

x

"Hermione—"

"Get a move on!"

"Hermione—!"

"It's a Gryffindor colour!"

"OW! I have valuable things behind that zipper!"

Hermione sighed happily and stood back to get a look at him. She had fit him into bright red skinny jeans that he could honestly swear had the capability of cutting off his leg circulation, and a tight turquoise T-shirt with black zebra stripes.

"Matthew, Roger, Professor!" she called. The two boys came in from the next room and stifled laughs at the sulky look on Harry's face, Severus following behind them (thankfully in those lovely tight black pants of his and a dark purple collared shirt rolled up to his elbows) with a smirk.

"What d'you think?" she asked them excitedly. She'd been the equivalent of on a sugar high for the past couple hours.

"You look very nice, Harry," Matthew's somewhat muffled voice said from behind his hand, looking suspiciously on the verge of giggling.

"I agree," Roger said.

Green eyes narrowed at Severus, daring him to comment—

"I'll look forward to taking them off."

Harry blushed deeply while Matthew and Roger laughed outright, Luna letting loose a giggle from her seat where she was reading a book.

"What about you, Harry?" Hermione asked.

He sighed and said pathetically, "I've never felt more neon in my life."