Harry rolled onto his back and stretched as he woke up. It had been about two weeks since the night of the ball and Severus' act of surprising Harry. The night had been magical, and he got to spend it the way he wanted; dancing with the one he cared about. Snape had shown Harry just how much he cared. They had danced the night away before spending time just holding one another under the stars.
Since that night, they hadn't had much opportunity to see one another. Classes were getting harder making schedules busier for both students and professors. Harry had visited Severus a couple times, but there simply wasn't enough time in the day for them to be able spend together. It was hard, but they had gotten keen about sending each other notes on the regular in order to still be able to talk. Now, however, it was lunchtime, and Harry and Hermione were walking down the corridor together, headed for the great hall.
"I don't feel too good about that exam," Harry said to Hermione, referencing the exam in their advanced charms class.
"I'm sure you did fine, Harry."
"I swear I only knew about half the answers."
"Well, you have seemed a bit distracted lately. Did you have much time to study?"
Harry began to answer, when Professor McGonagall swept into the corridor and called his name. "Mr. Potter!"
He spun around to greet her. "Professor," he responded.
"Congratulations, I just heard the news," She said. "I think this will be an amazing opportunity for you."
Harry's face looked puzzled. "Sorry, Ma'am, but what news?"
"Oh, good heavens, I assumed he'd come to talk to you first. Professor Snape was invited to attend the annual Convocation of Aurors at Durmstrang next week. He has offered to take you with him, knowing your interest in becoming an Auror in the future." She paused. "I know professor Snape can come across somewhat harsh, but this is an incredible opportunity for you, Mr. Potter."
Harry's face broke into a grin. "Has he really?" He asked. She nodded in response. "This is incredible!" He turned and looked at Hermione, whose face did not match his in excitement. He composed himself a bit before remarking, "I just think this will be an amazing opportunity for me to get a better look at the field."
After they parted ways with professor McGonagall, Hermione leaned in closely to Harry's ear. "Are you really going to spend a whole week with Snape at Durmstrang? Won't that be a bit weird?"
Harry still had a bit of a grin plastered to his face. "Perhaps, Hermione, but think about how great it will be for me to get to learn under some of the best Aurors out there." He left out the part about his excitement to spend a week alone with his lover.
"Yeah, but still, its Snape. He still gives me the creeps. Doesn't he?"
"Hmm not so much anymore," Harry replied.
The two ate lunch before Harry found an excuse to run off. Snape hadn't been at lunch, so he'd assumed he was either in his classroom or his quarters. He bolted down the stairs and ran straight into the classroom, opening the door and quickly pulling it shut behind him. He turned around eagerly to talk to Snape before the realization hit him.
"Se-," The classroom was full and Snape stood at the front, mid lecture. Harry had completely forgotten to check the time and was now stood in front of a full class. The room had gone dead silent, and even the professor stood with his mouth half open, as though he had stopped mid-sentence. Harry froze in his place.
"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?" Everyone's eyes were on him and he found himself genuinely speechless for a moment, running the past minute through his head to see if there was anyway their cover could've been blown. "Is everything alright?" Snape asked a bit quieter.
Harry inhaled, turned to Snape, and said, "Yes, sorry sir." He turned and left the room awkwardly, retreating to Snape's quarters. He laid down on the bed and laughed in embarrassment to himself. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself. He just laid there for a minute before he reached under the right side of the bed and pulled out a book he kept there. He started to read a while, figuring Severus would likely assume he had gone there.
About a half an hour later, Severus walked in the door. He locked it behind himself before turning and looking at Harry. He laughed a genuine, whole-hearted laugh. Harry put his hands over his face before sighing "I'm so sorry," with a laugh as well. Severus walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed Harry's chin, pulling it up to him and planting a kiss right on his lips. He then proceeded to pull off his cape and hang it up before joining Harry on the bed
"So, tell me what had you running into the middle of my beginners potions lecture today, love." Harry melted when Severus called him "love." They hadn't told each other they loved one another, but Severus had begun referring to him with this nickname.
"I had a chat with professor McGonagall," Harry responded, a grin crossing his face once again. "She informed me that you had some news for me about a bit of a trip."
Severus looked at Harry with a smile. "Thoughts?"
"Did you see me burst into your classroom? I can't believe we will actually have some time alone! Not to mention the fact that we will be able to attend the convocation."
"About that…" Severus began. "What if I told you that I only got invited to one day of the convocation, but told everyone here that we would be staying the week?"
Harry's smile only grew before he rolled on top of Severus and began to bury him in kisses. "I can't wait," he whispered, trapesing kisses down his professor's neck. The two were a pile of smiles. "Do you have any more classes today?"
"In a few hours," he responded. Severus got up and grabbed a glass of water from the sink in his quarters. Harry followed suit.
"So you have a few hours…"
Before Severus could respond, Harry knocked into him. He got ahold of the buttons on his shirt and began to pull them open, his fingers working quickly and expertly. Sloppy kisses interrupted him, as his superior pulled off his robes. Layer after layer came off before the two of them stood in nothing but their undergarments. Their ferocity had turned to care, and the music Severus had put on led them to sway in each other's arms. Severus poured them each a glass of wine as they laid down on the bed.
Harry took a sip of his before setting it on the table next to him and laying kisses along Severus's chest, who ran his hand through Harry's hair. Harry was eager to go further, clearly aroused, and dragging Severus' hands down past his waist. He pulled the other man's hands inside the waistband of his undergarments while his kissed his neck, but Severus' mind was elsewhere. Harry could tell he wasn't getting anywhere with him. He kissed his way back up to Severus' lips before looking him in the eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong at all, love. I'm just thinking." He kissed Harry back.
"What are you thinking about?"
Snape brushed his hand on Harry's cheek, who was still hovering above him. "I like myself a lot more when I'm with you," he responded. "I feel like I have a bit more of a purpose now. I feel happy when I make you happy." He stopped and tilted his head a bit to the side. "I have never met anyone who makes me feel that way."
Harry rolled to his side and turned so they were face to face again. He kissed Severus on the forehead in a soft, long drawn out kiss. "I love you too, Severus," He responded, before laying his head down on his senior's chest, feeling absolute happiness and bliss.
