I woke sometime in the middle of the night to find myself in the middle of an orgasm.  As I came down from the high, I realized I'd climaxed rubbing myself against Harry's boxers clad rump.  I heaved a sigh, peeling my now damp front away from Harry's bottom, but suddenly freezing as Harry made a sound almost like a whimper.  I remained frozen in place until at length Harry moved to press himself against me once again.  I sighed again, realizing my predicament.  I grabbed hold of my pillow, and in one fluid movement removed myself from Harry's back and replaced my presence with the pillow.  Knowing he may at some point realize the difference, I went quickly to the bathroom to clean myself up.  I cursed the boy's need to be pressed against me so, but a small voice in the back of my mind couldn't help but comment that I hadn't climaxed that hard in… Well, since I could remember.  I shook my head needlessly at the thought and returned to bed in a fresh pair of boxers.

            When morning came, I was relieved I hadn't made a repeat performance of the night's events.  Albus sat at his kitchen table, seeing me sit up in bed from the other room and beckoning for me to come and sit with him.  I got up, replacing myself with the pillow again.  I peered around the corner of the kitchen to make sure his wife wasn't up as well.  He chuckled as I took a seat across from him.

            "Good morning, Severus.  Tea?"

            I nodded, not exactly in the mood for conversation so early.  Albus, however, seemed unaware of my proclivity for not speaking in the morning.

            "I was listening to the radio last night, and they had a woman on who claims she can see the future.  She said that very soon the students and nurses of Czech will rise up and push the Russians out.  Isn't that wonderful?" He placed a cup of tea in front of me.

            "Is what wonderful, Albus? The fact she thinks she can see the future, or the fact that you actually believe what she says?"

            Albus chuckled,

            "This from the man who so vehemently refused to decorate his windows for so long?  I thought you'd be happy to hear such a thing."

            I sighed,

            "I suppose I should be, Albus, but I suppose my mind is a bit preoccupied."

            "About Harry?"

            "Of course about Harry, the boy- Wait a minute, how did you know?"

            Albus chuckled again, a sound that was beginning to irritate me,

            "It's the very reason you're here, isn't it?  To see that the boy isn't taken away from you?  Obviously you care very much for him."

            "Hmm," was my response.

            "And what's more, I think he cares for you as well."

            I paused in sipping my tea,

            "Cares for me?  What do you mean?"

            "You know what I mean, Severus.  Even if you think you don't know."

            I opened my mouth to rebut the statement, when another voice spoke,

            "Good morning."

            I turned to the doorway, slowly taking in Harry's appearance.  How could anyone look so good having just woken up?  It boggled my mind, not to mention stirred my groin.

            "Good morning, Harry?  Did you sleep well?"  Albus addressed him.

            Harry smiled, looking to me,

            "Of course."  He walked to me, kissed me on the cheek and took a seat at the table,

            "Good morning, Severus."

            I smiled a bit to him, picking up Albus's discarded newspaper.  Before I could raise it fully in front of my face, Albus gave me a look over the top that seemed to read, "I told you so."

            It was late in the afternoon that Albus's phone rang.  I could hear him speaking from my place in his living room,

            "Hello? Yes.  Oh my, Hello.  Well, yes, I do; he's here, actually.  Is that so?  Well, not that I don't doubt she misses him, but- Oh.  I see.  Well, in that case, it's really not necessary; he is quite- Ah.  Well, when, then?  Ah-ha.  Alright, I will see to it, then. Mm-hmm.  Good-bye."

            Albus walked into the room where I sat reading with Harry watching the television beside me,

            "I'm afraid I have some rather disturbing news, Severus."

            I frowned, putting my book down,

            "What is it?"

            "That was Petuniya's husband on the telephone.  It seems Petuniya is coming back for Harry."

            Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed; you really do inspire me to continue the story.  Sorry about my penchant for cliffhangers, but, what can I say?  I've given more thought to putting some Harry and Sev smut into the story, but something tells me I'll have to work up some courage to write that ^ ^U.  Anyway, I hope everyone liked this chapter, and I'll squeeze the new one out as soon as humanly possible.

                                                                                                                        ~Vero