When the Potions Master returned, he found his bed occupied by a sleeping young man, snuggled into his blankets and pillows. Sighing, he removed his robe and slid in, next to his impossibly arousing lover. Finally, he'd come crashing down from the caffeine high.

*

Chapter 17

Harry's eyes fluttered open, only to be faced with complete darkness. He blinked a few times, a moment of panic passed, in which he wondered if he'd finally gone completely blind. The soft sound of someone breathing floated to his ears, alerting him to the person sound asleep next to him. Severus. He then realised where he was. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks for a moment as he remembered the previous night's activities. He looked down to where he assumed Severus' face would be, an idea making itself known in his sleep-fogged brain. I can't believe I fell asleep! He winced, realising how he must have left the other man very frustrated. Grinning, he decided to put his idea into practice.

He gently felt his way around, trying to get an idea of how they were both positioned. He didn't want to wake Severus up. Yet. He grinned as he felt around the bed, realising they were both still naked. He gently positioned himself over his bed partner, shimmying down until he assumed he was facing his prize.

*

Severus wondered what on earth the brat was doing. He was feeling around for something. He remained silent, his breathing slow and deep, as he feigned sleep. He kept his body as relaxed as possible as he waited to see what Harry was up to.

He'd woken up as soon as the boy had stirred. His self-spy-training still kicked in, sixteen years after he'd stopped really needing it. He'd made sure he was a light sleeper, in case of ambush.

He almost gave away his alertness as a warm hand gently wrapped around his morning arousal. He forced his breathing to stay as even as possible, wondering just what his bed mate was up to. He hoped it wasn't anything too bad. He didn't want to walk around with an itching hex on his penis all day. Even he couldn't ignore something like that! Wincing slightly at the images his mind brought up, he was startled when a warm mouth enveloped him, a tongue tentatively tasting him. He moaned, unable to control the noise, as a light suction was applied. Harry was sucking him off! He moaned again as the warmth spread, as the boy bobbed his head, taking as much in as he could. He still had a firm grip on the base, holding it still to give himself better access. With his free hand, he caressed Severus' thigh, rubbing it up and down a few times before slipping up to lightly cup the tightening sac under his chin. Severus was in heaven! He'd never had this done before. None of his relationships ever lasted long enough.

He reflexively brought his hands up to fist the messy hair, giving a harsh massage to the scalp as his fingers opened and closed around the wayward locks. He didn't apply a forceful pleasure, but allowed his hands to follow the head as it moved up and down, sucking the length of his cock. He found himself spreading his legs a little more, slightly pushing his hips up, seeking more of the warmth of Harry's mouth.

*

Harry decided he liked this. He liked giving Severus oral pleasure. The taste was… different. He didn't think it would be very nice, but it was ok. 'Salty', was mostly what came to mind, as he sucked and licked the firm flesh. It twitched in his mouth a little, making him moan, clenching his throat around the appendage. This earned him a sudden buck of the man's hips, almost gagging him. He pulled away slightly, trying to get his breath back. He'd never given a blow job before, but figured it couldn't be too hard. I mean, Seamus seems to get a lot of them. If all those girls can do it, I'm sure I can. He applied a little more pressure with both his mouth and his hand on the soft flesh of Severus' scrotum. Another moan sounded from above, making him smile around his mouthful of Potions Master.

He slowly massaged the testicles, rubbing his thumb in a wide circle, around the upper side, slightly squeezing with his other fingers. He stopped bobbing his head, settling for slowly sucking the head of the erection in long, hard pulls, flicking his tongue over the leaking urethra. He didn't mind the slight bitterness. He thought it suited Severus, in a way. The thought made him smirk, as he gently, but firmly, held the head with his teeth, his bottom teeth resting on the sensitive underside of Severus' penis, causing it to twitch and weep even more. Using his saliva for lubricant, he slowly stroked Severus with his hand he'd been using to hold the penis in place, his other hand still working away at the sac.

*

Severus gave up any pretence of sleep. He moaned and bucked and tugged on Harry's hair as he was mercilessly pleasured, the evidence being milked from him by the hungry little mouth. He squirmed in delight as Harry started stroking him slowly, the warmth of his mouth never leaving the head of his penis, the tongue never resting, always circling, lapping, flicking. He could feel his end approaching, could feel the warmth spreading from his groin, to his stomach, ready to extend throughout the rest of his body in a wave of completion.

Soon, he was bucking uncontrollably, a small part of his consciousness glad that Harry wasn't choking as a result, the rest not caring about anything but the building pressure, so intent upon release. His thighs tightened around Harry's head, as he gripped the soft hair in his fists, squeezing his eyes closed. His toes curled, his mouth became slack as his orgasm was ripped from him, Harry's actions never ceasing, even as he swallowed the little flood of Severus' release.

Breathing deeply, Severus rode his wave, Harry still pumping him gently, still rolling his balls as if trying to encourage everything he could from them. He caught his breath, releasing his hold on the boy's hair, instead running lazy fingers through it, his hands caressing the soft cheeks every so often.

Finally, Harry came up for air, letting the deflating member out of his mouth, releasing his hold on the testicles. He crawled up, wrapping himself around Severus, his cheek resting on his right pec, listening to the deep breaths. He nuzzled his face into the taught flesh, kissing it, before sliding his hand across the goosefleshed torso, pulling his lover into a post-coital embrace.

"Harry," he began, not really knowing what else to say. "I… why?"

*

Smiling at the slightly breathless inquiry, Harry paused before answering, pushing himself up to look down at his flushed, sated professor.

"I wanted breakfast in bed," he said, pseudo-innocently, allowing his smile to grow into a grin.

He bent down, engaging Severus in a long, slow kiss, allowing the man to taste himself on Harry's tongue. Severus' breath hitched audibly when Harry pulled away, an intense look in his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered, hugging the boy closer, kissing the top of his head.

**

Severus dressed, reflecting upon his early-morning cuddling with Harry. It wasn't completely what they'd had in mind the night before, but Severus wasn't complaining. For once.

He tidied the clothes he'd shed, banishing them to the laundry. As he went about his morning routine, he heard Harry humming in the shower. Obviously, he was in a good mood. Rolling his eyes, Severus set about making tea. It was the least he could do for the boy after the awakening he'd received.

Just as he sat down with a cup of tea, Harry emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his trim little waist. Severus almost choked on his tea.

"Good morning, Professor," the boy grinned cheekily as he sat across from the man. Severus flashed him a deadpan look, pouring the brat some tea.

"Good morning, Potter."

*

Harry accepted his tea with a smile, finding Severus' morning demeanour rather more pleasant than he'd ever thought it would be. Maybe it's 'cause you sucked him off? He snorted into his tea, hoping his lover wouldn't question him.

"What's so funny?" Damn.

"Funny? Nothing." Smooth, Potter, really smooth. He felt like smacking himself upside the head.

"Hm," Severus gave him a disapproving look, returning to his tea.

All too soon, it was time for Harry to make his way to Gryffindor Tower to gather his things for class and head to breakfast like nothing had happened.

Yeah, right.

"Harry, where have you been? I was really worried last night when you didn't come back! And so was Ron!" Hermione grabbed him by the ear and dragged him into the nearest empty classroom as they left the Common Room.

"What're you talking about?" He tried, and failed, to act innocent.

"Don't you dare try to lie to me, Harry Potter. Where were you?" The glare she sent him had him spilling the truth in no time. Well, it was that or the wand she had pointed at him.

"Well… don't get angry or anything," he tried to joke, only earning himself a rather threatening spark from her wand. "I was with Severus." He winced, waiting for her reaction.

"What!" Her shrill voice didn't sound as angry as he'd thought. Actually… it sounded rather happy. "Oh, Harry, that's wonderful! Have you kissed yet? Have you… you know…" she grinned, pocketing her wand before crushing him in a hug.

He blushed, not thinking that particular detail was any of her business. But, he figured he could tell her some of it.

"We… we went on a date the other night. And… yeah, we kissed." He grinned sheepishly at her, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And?" she prompted, pulling away to sit on a desk.

"And what?" He didn't want to tell her much more than that.

"Harry! You can't tell me you just slept over and did nothing else! Come on, you're a hormonal teenage boy and he's a lonely older man. You had to have had sex." She raised an amused eyebrow, crossing her arms.

"No! No, Hermione, we didn't. And… it's not really any of your business. What we do together is between me and Severus." He felt rather proud of himself for putting her in her place.

"You're right. Sorry. I'm just really happy for the both of you! He's always seemed so lonely to me…" she trailed off in thought. Shaking her head a minute later, she continued, "And goodness knows you deserve some happiness. And, even if it is with a teacher… I'm very happy for you." She smiled again, embracing him once more before dragging him back out of the classroom to meet Ron in the Great Hall.

"Harry! Mate, where've you been?" Ron greeted him as he and Hermione joined the redhead at the table.

"Er, I fell asleep in the library. There was a book I wanted to have a look at on Animagi and kinda nodded off." He gave his best fake-sheepish grin, glad to see Ron accepting his story. Mostly.

"But I thought you already mastered that?" He gave a curious look before shoving sausage in his mouth.

"Ronald! If Harry wishes to further his knowledge on a subject, who are you to question him?" Hermione came to his defence, shrilly admonishing her boyfriend. When Ron looked apologetic and turned back to his mountain of food, she winked at him before helping herself to some pancakes.

"So," Ron turned back after a moment, though. "What are you anyway?" He asked, clearly interested. Harry grinned, rather proud of his form. He thought it brought him closer to his godfather, really.

"I'm a dog," he beamed.

"Awesome! What kind? Wolfhound? Doberman? German Shepherd?" Suddenly, Harry wasn't too proud of his form. Compared to those breeds, he may as well have been a kitten.

"Er… no, not exactly…" He rubbed the back of his neck again, suddenly realising what a tell it was to his nerves.

"Well… what?"

"I'll show you at lunch, OK? I think we should be getting to class…" he stood up, not really in the mood for breakfast anymore.

"Oh, right. Well, I'll see you there. I wanna finish breakfast." Ron waved him off, blissfully turning back to his newly-acquired tower of pancakes, berries and maple syrup.

*

Severus watched as Harry rushed out of the Hall, wondering what had the boy blushing such a pretty shade of pink. He smirked, planning to get that blush back on his student's face one way or another.

**

Ron and Hermione met Harry in the sixth floor corridor and walked into an old room together.

"Well, go on, then!" said Ron, taking a seat on an old desk.

"Right… ok," he swallowed, taking out his wand. Tapping himself on the head, he focussed on his animal, spreading his magic throughout his body. Within a moment, he felt himself changing into the now-familiar form of Mutt.

"Bloody hell!" Ron burst out laughing. Soon, his weight was too much for the old desk and it shattered under him, making him laugh harder. Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry huffed, sitting by her feet.

"Really, Ronald. What's so funny about Harry's form? I think he's cute!" she knelt down, scratching behind his ears.

"Cute! Ha, ha, ha! That's why it's so funny! He's adorable!" he straightened up, coming over to give Harry a pet, his face red from laughing so much. "Ow!" He pulled his hand back, scowling at the nasty nip Mutt had given him. "Git," he mumbled, sitting before his two friends.

"Well done, Harry! I'm so proud of you!" Hermione sat down as well, waiting for him to return to normal.

"Thanks, guys. It was kinda hard at first, but I got it in the end… as you can see." He smiled modestly, joining them on the floor. "How about you, Hermione?" He knew she'd mastered it. It was obvious with the light in her eyes.

"I managed to do it last week, actually! And…" she stood up, tapping her head with her wand, a look of concentration on her face. In a blink, she'd turned into a small barn owl with rather ruffled-looking feathers. The big brown eyes blinked at the boys as they beamed at her.

"That's brilliant, Hermione!" Ron held his arm out for her to climb on. "Can you fly?" With that, the little owl hooted softly, gave Ron an affectionate nip and took off, circling the ceiling a couple of times before changing back into the sixteen-year-old witch just before landing. She gracefully landed on her feel, a proud flush to her cheeks.

The boys were somewhat speechless. Her form suited her to a T. They gave her congratulatory pats.

"Ron?" The question confused Harry. He'd thought Ron hadn't wanted to become an Animagi.

"Well… ok. But don't laugh…" he grumbled, standing up.

"Hermione… what?" Harry watched as his friend tapped himself with his wand, obviously concentrating harder than the other two had had to.

Soon, in the place of Ron, was a ginger cat. The long, fiery fur stuck out at every angle, much like Ron's hair as a human. The big, blue-green eyes stared at them, daring them to laugh. Neither dared, obviously aware that they'd have their legs clawed.

"You're… a cat?" Harry barely held his snigger in as Ron changed back, looking slightly miffed.

"Yeah," he grumbled.

"I hope this means you'll be nicer to Crookshanks…" said Hermione, teasing her boyfriend.

"Not ruddy likely," he scowled, crossing his arms.

"Uh… Ron…"

"Yeah?"

"Were you, by any chance… an Animagus about a week ago… and did you happen to… er… be caught up by Dobby for some reason?"

"Hey… how'd you know?" Ron's cheeks turned bright red.

Harry just roared with laughter, rolling around on the floor, leaving an oblivious Hermione to look on in confusion.

AN: I know… It's short. But I have to travel tomorrow – all day. And I won't have the internet back for a few days. And I thought an earlier, shorter update was better than a late one. :P

I hope you enjoyed that. It feels a bit filler-y to me… but I've included Ron in a certain past occurrence… hehehe, can you guess what I was getting at? XD

Until next time, my loves!