A/N:  Well, this chapter took me a little longer than I'd intended cause I'd plan to have it out a few nights ago, but as some of you first batch of reviewers might know, I was working on a little gut-bustingly funny mini comic featuring the HP gang with some lovely underlying implied Harry/Sev slashiness.  If you didn't get the chance to see it take a look into my profile and go to my website, and go find the Harry Potter fan art and you'll find it there.
Randomness of the Moraco:  I think a wise way to spend my money I'm getting back from the IRS is on a magazine subscription and art supplies.  What do you think?

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No One Can Stop Us Now
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Vanilla
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            Later in the night Harry and Severus put the children to sleep.  They didn't say much to each other as they left the children's room and headed for their bedroom. 

            They proceeded in getting ready for bed.  Severus simply stripped down to his boxers as usual.  He turned to see Harry was in his boxers and had a pyjama shirt on and was about to put the bottoms of the set on.  Severus walked up behind him, and snatched the pyjama bottoms from Harry's hands.  Harry looked up and glaring at Severus with his brilliant green eyes.

            'You said we needed to talk Harry,' Severus said.  'Let's just get it over with now.  I'd rather not sleep in a bed with someone bitter at me about something for reasons I don't know.'

            'Reasons you don't know?  Severus, how can you possibly be so thick?!'

            Severus grabbed hold of part of Harry's unbuttoned pyjama top.  'I am and never have been thick.'

            'Oh please.  What about my third year and the incident with Sirius?'  Harry pointed out.

            'I wasn't being thick.  I was blinded by fame,' Severus insisted.

            Harry shook his head.  He pulled free of Severus' grip and went to lay down on the bed.  'I just don't get it.'

            'Don't get what?'

            'Severus you have family, blood related family, who actually care about you and the rest of your family, and you just pretend as though they don't exist,' Harry explained.

            'You'll never understand Harry.'

            'Then explain it to me!'

            Severus shook his head and walked to the other side of the bed to lay down himself.

            'Why do you have to be such a bloody prat?!  Ever since I can remember I wanted what you've had for years.  Finding Sirius was the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and besides you and the kids he's the only other family I've truly got.  But he's still not blood related.'

            'Squabbling brat.  Is complaining the only thing you know how to do?' Severus retorted.

            'I have reason to complain.  I don't understand something and I need you to explain it to me,' Harry said.

            'Harry, didn't anyone ever tell you that not all wizards and witches are good?'

            'You can't mean that Emia and Jaren are-'

           'I'm not the only Snape who at least at one time had a fetish with dabbling in the dark arts Harry,' Severus explained.  'Breen may have developed the same power that Emia possesses, but I don't want him anywhere near the two of them.  Didn't you ever find it strange that Breen was taken from around the entrance to Knockturn Alley?  Emia was the one who took Breen.  If she was such a good witch, what would she be doing around Knockturn Alley?'

            'There are plenty of legitimate reasons for people to be in Knockturn Alley.  I got lost there once right before my second year and Hagrid found me.  He was looking for flesh eating slug repellent,' Harry explained.

            'I think I know a little more about my own family than you do Harry.'

            'I'm sure you do, but what makes you so bitter when it comes to them?  There's got to be a reason.  Something they did to you, that you can't forgive them for.  Something!'

            'You're right,' Severus admitted.  He stood from the bed and walked across the room to the dresser where the picture of him and his parents when he was a child that he'd brought from home was.  He picked up the picture and looked at it.

            Harry stood from the bed and walked up beside Severus, watching his husband stare at the picture.  'I take it, it's something that has to do with your parents.'

            Severus looked over at Harry as he sat the picture back down on the dresser.  'Maybe you're not as big of a dunderhead as I've thought and said in the past.'

            'You can stop with the name calling any time now you know.'

            'At my parents funeral.  Emia and Jaren both came.  They had various contacts in which word got back to them who made the potion that killed the group of people including my parents that night.  I was standing watching the cemetery workers putting dirt back into the holes which they'd lowered my parents caskets into when they came up to me.  They congratulated me.  Emia asked me for the recipe for the potion,' he explained.

            'Severus I'm sorry.'

            'Don't be.  It was all before your time.'

            'I shouldn't have said anything before you explained.  I'm sorry that I said you were just being stubborn.'

            'You can apologize all you want.  It doesn't change anything.  I just hate the fact that it seemed like Breen was becoming partial to Emia.  The question is how to tell him.'

            'He doesn't need to know,' Harry said.  'Not for now.  When he's older you can explain it to him.'

            Severus smirked.  'So it me who's going to be the one to explain it then?'

            'But of course.  You're the man of the relationship,' Harry said.

            Severus snorted trying to prevent snickering.  He walked up to Harry and looked him in the eye.  'I don't know the last time you looked down in the shower Harry, but last time I checked you had something between your legs yourself,' Severus said as he reached into Harrys' boxers and began stroking the tender flesh underneath.

            Harry gasped at the touch.  'Sev, you naughty boy.'

            Severus leaned forward and whispred into Harry's ear, 'You started the whole conversation plus bickering and got me to pour my heart my heart out to you.  I think you owe me a little something in return.'

            'But now?  What about the children?  They're right next door.'

            'They're asleep and they both sleep soundly since they grew out of their toddler years.  The door is also locked in case one of them wakes up.'

            Harry smiled and impish grin and licked Severus' earlobe.  'I guess I'm in your debt then.'

            Severus quickly pulled Harry to the bed which took a little longer than expected due to all the spur of the moment kissing in which if one were to move it would ruin the whole mood of everything.  The rest of their nightly activities, was between them, the bed, and one small, now mortified child who just happened to wake up in the middle of the night and thought  it would be fun to have a little snoop around one of his father's minds.

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A/N:  tee hee hee….well Harry and Sev got it on and Breen's a naughty little boy who I think has learned his lesson.  It's interesting to find about new facades in which Harry was a tad bit oblivious to eh?  Well, I guess, you wonderful people who actually review my stories should hit that little go button down there and let me know what you think.