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Severus knew he should bring it up to Harry. He couldn't stop looking at him all together. It was just every time he looked at the young man now he had the sudden urge to throw him against what ever was available, usually the wall, and kiss him hard, long, and thoroughly.
He had of course argued the fact with himself on whether Harry would even want him. He was a normally insecure man who had hid behind his mask so opening up to Harry was a major encouragement to him. Harry was the first beyond Dumbledore of course to actually have him open up. Many others had tried but they were all concerned with their own problems after a time. Harry helped him with his dreams. More then one dream. He never thought he would actually have thoughts of another romantically after he received the mark. He felt used and dirty but Harry always looked him in the eyes and then he would smile shyly before looking away.
But Harry was young still. There would be others. He countered. How could some one so young and just plain beautiful want him? Harry would get bored because he himself knew he was plain and boring.
Severus sighed and decided that he ought to get to bed. He would enjoy the time he spent with Harry even if it was just as a friend and not anything other then that. He moved down the hallway and stopped outside Harry's door. He could hear the other's breathing through the door. Severus pushed the door open and looked in.
There the young man was on the bed. The blankets were draped lightly around his bare stomach. Severus knew the young man only wore pajama pants to bed since he had often seen the man walk around their joint apartment above the store. He moved closer to the bed to get a good look at the man. Harry seemed to be having a good dream if his smile was anything to go by. Severus bent down and placed a soft kiss on the man's forehead. Harry stirred lightly in his slumber but didn't wake.
Severus smiled lightly at the man. Daring the go further he brought his lips down to the other man's. Just for a second he lingered. Enjoying the warmth of another's lips. Just for a second he allowed himself to believe that Harry was freely giving himself to him. And just as he was tempted to go farther, he pulled back and quickly exited the room closing the door with him.
For Harry he was having one hell of a dream. He was back in his seventh year dancing with Severus. The school knew that they were a couple and so they weren't openly gawking at him for staring into those wonderful raven colored eyes. Looking back at him was Severus who was secretly smiling lightly for him. The two were enjoying each other's company when suddenly the man leaned forward and placed a small chaste kiss on his forehead. He looked up at Severus in amazement. Before he could ask why the man was so public, those lips came down upon his and blessed him with warmth and love.
Then it was all gone. The wonderful dream and those lips. The man he dreamed about for several weeks now were gone. He opened his eyes to reveal his emerald eyes. He brought his hand up and stroked his lips, which made a small smile as he remembered his first kiss with his love. In all his dreams never once was he able to imagine a kiss with Severus. He would always awake right before he could feel those warm lips against his. He sighed into the darkness wishing he could go to sleep and dream about Severus and the warm lips.