Disclaimers Etc... See part 1

Author's notes: ARGH! Real life. Anyhoo. A bit short. But 1700 words. So not so short. There is
a bit of plot. And there will probably be another part out before the end of the weekend. (All hail
three day weekends)


Part 39

The first thing Severus became aware of was that he was in the same position as when he last fell
asleep. Flat on his back with a large lump of Harry settled on his chest.

He recalled flashes from the day *and* night before. Pieces of sensation really, skin against sheet,
skin against skin, lips against lips.

How many times? Two? No. Three. Three times. No wonder he hadn't moved.

He opened his eyes and immediately the rest of his body checked in. He felt hung over and strung
out. His arms, legs and head were so heavy, he thought it might take a gargantuan effort to lift
them.

He knew there were some potions in his night stand that might help, but first he actually had to
get to them. Taking a deep breath, he moved his right arm and-

Pain.

Coursing up through his arm to his shoulder blade and down his back. It wrenched an agony filled
moan from him. Harry moaned in sympathy from his chest. He looked down to see if he was
awake and was rewarded with another white hot flare.

"God, I think I pulled something." He murmured to himself. Then louder, "Harry."

The boy mumbled, but did not move. Damn it. He hated asking for help. Let alone desperately
calling for it. "Harry." He said more sharply.

"Whaa?" Came the mumbled answer.

"Can you move?"

Harry tried to lift his head to respond, but froze mid-movement and collapsed back down. He felt
the sympathy pain skitter across his neck and down his back.

"Whatever it is, it seems to be catching." He made a decision. "I have something that might help,
but I'm going to need to move to get it. Brace yourself."

He waited for Harry's slight nod before proceeding. He slowly rolled to his right and gingerly
reached out and opened the drawer. Face tight with pain, he realized that he wouldn't be able to
lift himself up enough to actually look in inside. So he simple stuck his hand in enough times to
remove all the bottles.

There, those were the one's he needed. Carefully taking two of them he maneuvered himself back
into his original position. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, attempting to calm the small
convulsions his muscles were having.

Harry let a small groan, "I hope you got it right on that try, because I'm not really sure if your up
to that again." Not that Harry looked any better than he felt.

"Here, take this." He placed the bottle in Harry's hand.

Slowly he was able to remove the cork and bring the bottle to his lips. Two slightly painful gulps
later he felt the first signs of the muscle relaxant.

Harry took a bit longer but eventually managed it. "Oh... That's much better." Harry laid back
and enjoyed the feeling for a few moments, "What was in that anyway?"

"Slight muscle relaxant, pain reliever, anti-inflammatory."

"Useful stuff that is."

He recalled a number of previous times he had used that particular concoction. Spying had been a
treacherous game. "Yes. It is." The silence this time seemed deafening. "How are you feeling?"
He asked in an effort to make it less so.

"Buggered out."

"Are you even aware of the irony of that statement?"

"Somewhat."

"Good. Its nice to know that I'm not married to a complete dunderhead."

"That almost sounded like a compliment. Keep trying and one of these days you'll get it right."
Harry paused. "Oh god. Had almost forgotten about that."

"About what?"

"We got married."

"Yes, there were even witnesses."

"Ok, so you've confirmed that it wasn't a hallucination, now what?"

"Now I take a shower and then you take a shower and then we... talk."
_____

The shower had been very refreshing, easing out some of the aches that the potion had not been
able to take care of. Mostly those muscles he had used before the potion.

Harry appeared with tousled hair and a pair of sleep pants.

Severus eyed him warily. Too much smooth skin over defined muscle.

Harry shrugged "You said comfortable."

He watched the muscle play over the quick movement, before responding. "Those aren't mine."

"It seems the headmaster has taken liberties with your wards again."

His shoulders tightened in irritation and then his eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know
about that."

"I.." Harry frowned. "I... don't know."

"Another result of last night, I would surmise." Severus pursed his lips.

"Oh." Harry thought about it for a moment, "What's the password for the Marauder's Map."

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." He blinked. "Good lord that's atrocious. Let me guess.
Black came up with that."

Harry apparently decided not to answer him, instead saying, "Well, it goes both ways, whatever it
is."

"Oh good, that just makes this situation, that much more horrifying."

"Stop acting like you're the only one this is affecting."

He closed his eyes briefly, "Just come here."

Harry moved to stand to him, "What are we doing?"

"Stretches. Here," he placed his hands on Harry's arms and maneuvered them into his normal
starting position. "I usually do this every morning. All things considered, you should know what
to do now." He moved to stand beside Harry, waited and beat and began.

Harry reached in the air, wincing at a few aches, "When did you start doing this?"

"Lucius." Was all he was willing to say. "He had an infatuation with the East for a time. I found a
few of the routines... relaxing, as well as good for recovering from... strenuous activities."

Harry seemed satisfied, thankfully he didn't press the issue like normal. He seemed to have no
problem with the basic stretching, but as they slipped in the routine, Harry's normal grace failed
him. "It seems while you may know information, your form leaves something to be desired."

He moved behind Harry and gently lifted his arms, "Slow." They swayed together, bodies moving
in tandem. Their arms arched up, then left, then slowly arced in from of them, as if sweeping the
air out of the way. "Smooth, no jerking motions." The routine began again, adding waist
movements. He bent forward and took Harry with him, they swung in the air, bodies almost
touching. Again the routine began, this time adding legs, it was like a strange dance, they moved
around the room, agonizingly slow. Then again, faster. And once more, faster still, sharper,
quicker. They whipped about. Never breaking, moving, flowing, stretching and then-

they were done.

They stood there panting, unmoving, until Harry pressed back, Severus gave a startled moan and
firm flesh met hard.

His rough voice spoke, "Well, I guess that answers the question about whether this thing has been
sated or not."

"Where you always this observant, or did it develop over time."

Severus just wrapped his arms around the body in front of him and pulled it closer, "Shut up." He
dragged him to the couch.

Once seated he dove under the thin pants that had been taunting him the whole morning, riding
low in slim hips.

Harry's hand scrabbled for his own pants, sharp spikes of pleasure were already traveling all over
his body. There was no finesse in this. Quick pulls, leaving them both breathless. It didn't take
long. Around the fifth or the sixth, muscles spasmed and on the seventh, pleasure welled up in
both of them and exploded through their nerves.

Severus melted into the couch, feeling much more relaxed. Harry collapsed on top of him.

"I wasn't really expecting that."

He was actually getting used to discerning what the muffled voice near his chest was saying. He
made a note to be upset about it later. When he regained feeling in his legs.
______

Draco walked into the great hall and headed directly for his place. The Slytherin table was emptier
than normal. The casualties of war. Some had joined their parents, others had fought back twice
as hard, resentful of the manipulation of most of their childhood.

His side was almost empty, just a few stragglers. He moved away from them and sat down to
begin his meal.

He was mostly through, when bits and pieces of conversation began to hit his ears.

"...didn't show up..."

"...don't think he's studying..."

At first he was worried that they were talking about him, he didn't like rumors that he didn't first
start. They were uncontrollable that way.

"Can't believe Dumbledore..."

"...but a teacher??..."

But it soon became apparent that it was not him. It seemed that yesterdays rumor mill had not
quite finished chewing up and spitting out Professor Snape's reputation.

He surreptitiously looked around the room, trying to see if Hermione and Ron had noticed as
well. His eyes centered on them, they didn't look happy. Then they had heard the whispers also.
In fact, they were probably being outright questioned if the Gryffindor's held true to nature.

He didn't care what anyone said. Forthrightness was a pain in the ass.

Ron's eyes were scanning the room too. They met Draco's and locked, he gave a pleading look
that Draco was hard pressed to decipher.

Until those eyes somehow managed to look at him and then their owner and back.

Of course.

The rumors. At this point they'd only stop if they had something juicier to latch on to.

Why not.

His reputation was shot anyway.

Professor Snape was really his only family left. He had been trusted with a secret. A very
damaging secret, he should at the very least help keep it.

He finished a few more bites from his plate before pushing it away, suddenly not hungry. He stood
up and crossed the room to the Gryffindor table. Not many had noticed his trek, but those who
had, turned wide eyes on him.

He reached Ron's seat and placed a hand on the red head's shoulder. The table had turned
decidedly hostile, except for Hermione of course. She gave a him a quick, heartwarming smile.

"Ron?"

Ron made a show of looking startled that he was there and then presenting him with a friendly
smile. "Yes Draco?"

He could have heard a pin drop.

"You left your sweater in my room."

"I know, I figured since I was coming over again tonight, I'd just pick it up then."

He gave a sharp nod. "Good."

He didn't turn away. It still needed something, something that would make it positively the
juiciest thing they had the pleasure of hearing or seeing.

He gave the shoulder a tight squeeze and then let his hand wander up through red hair, caressing
it slightly and then let it linger as he pulled away. "See you then." He said, before turning and
leaving the room.

As the doors shut behind him, the roar of questioning voices was almost deafening.

TBC...

Author's note: While writing this... I noticed there is a huge similarity between writing sex and
writing pain. Same words, expression etc... hehe... Paging Dr. Freud. Come in Dr. Freud.

Please feed the author.