The sky had darkened and it was nearly seven o'clock, and dinner had passed whilst Severus and the Dursleys had been finishing the paperwork.
Harry was not very straight forward when he asked Severus about his dinner.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked Severus; who was hunched over the desk, scribbling away on a long roll of parchment. Severus looked over to Harry— who was now standing next to him, giving him an innocent look— and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you?" Severus questioned, setting down his quill and straightening up all the parchment on his desk. Harry looked down at the floor as he fidgeted quietly.
"Well… yes," Harry mumbled, "I am hungry." Severus quirked an eyebrow again.
Standing up from the desk slowly, Severus said, "I shall get us both some dinner, then. Come along." Severus held out his hand to Harry, and Harry took it, not looking up from the floor as he followed Severus up the stairs.
They traveled up and out into the stone hallway, which they followed down until they reached a plain wooden door that was wedged within a wall. There were noises reminiscent of the cooking of food coming from within, and the smell of food wafted out from behind the door. Severus didn't bothering knocking on the door, and simply let himself in to the kitchen.
"Ah, Father Severus!" said a rather short and well-rounded monk wearing a white apron and chef's hat, "I knew you would be coming eventually to fetch your dinner." The jolly monk laughed, his whole body shaking with the force of it, and smiled at Severus.
"Good evening, Brother Andrew," Severus said stiffly, "I came for a meal for the boy, as well."
"Ah, of course! Well, at least it seems like you won't delve into another cycle of forgetting to eat," Brother Andrew said conversationally as he order two of the other monks off to fetch the food. "You had us quite scarred. Thought you were sick, or some such nonsense! It's a good thing you're not, eh?" he laughed again, seemingly not noticing Severus' unhappy expression.
The two monks hurried over; one carrying a tray of bread, cheese, a bit of meat, and some salad, along with two plates, two forks, and one knife, the other carrying a jug of ice water and two glasses.
"Thank you," Severus said monotonously, motioning for the two monks to follow behind and bring the food to the room. The monks scurried after to comply, trailing Harry and Severus as they made their descent. Once down the stairs, the monks made room for the tray of food on Severus' desk and placed the tray and the water there, and then vanished up the stairs in an instant.
Severus poured Harry a glass of water, as well as a second glass for himself, and then handed Harry a plate of food. The plate had just a little bit of each food from the tray, and Severus served himself a plate consistent of the same.
"We will sit on the couch for the time being," Severus said, and Harry nodded and scurried over to sit in front of the fire. With a snort of laughter, Severus followed. Their meal was eaten in silence, and by the time Severus had finished, Harry was already half asleep. Severus half-smiled at Harry, who yawned and gave a sleepy smile in response.
"Are we sleeping in the bed together?" Harry asked innocently, yawning widely, "Or is there somewhere else for me to sleep?" Harry looked melancholy at the thought of sleeping on the couch, which had been Severus' original plan.
Severus swallowed thickly, his chest an abdomen aching again. He couldn't help himself; he wanted Harry to sleep in bed within, and Harry was obviously more comfortable with that idea than he was with the first plan.
"You may sleep with me, if you like," Severus said as nonchalantly as he could, and Harry perked up considerably at that. Harry smiled warmly up at Severus as he got off the couch, and proceeded to give him a hug in thanks.
"I was scarred of sleeping by myself," Harry whispered into Severus' chest as he hugged Severus. Blushing, Severus patted Harry uncertainly on the back a few times before his mind caught up with him and he began thinking once more.
"Your things, including your pajamas, were brought down here earlier," Severus intoned, "There in the closet with my things." He pointed across the room to the wall behind the bed. It consisted solely of two doors, one of which was the door to the closet; the other being the door to the bathroom. Severus got up and walked over to it, opening up the closet and rummaging inside to pull out a small pair of blue striped pajamas— which were Harry's— and a gray nightshirt that ended at mid-calf— which was Severus'.
"Wash up and get changed, and then we will go to bed," Severus said, and Harry went to do just that. When Harry finished, Severus took his turn inside the bathroom.
Severus ran a washcloth across his face and thought of Harry, who made his chest and abdomen ache insanely. He gasped as thoughts of Harry within the bathroom, changing, floated through his mind. He felt the old stirrings of arousal— stirrings he almost didn't recognize, it had been so long— coiling in his lower belly and his penis began to harden in excitement. Severus gasped and dropped the washcloth into the sink.
"A cold shower," he thought quickly, "I need a shower, but I must tell Harry I'm going to take one."
Severus opened the door a sliver and found Harry to be already asleep on the bed. "Harry," he called softly, but got no response. Severus closed the door to the bathroom and turned the water on, and as he did so, he got an idea. A devious idea.
"Harry's already asleep, and I haven't touched myself in so long," Severus thought, "I'll take a hot shower, and I'll masturbate."
Severus' cock was completely hard now, and it tented his priestly robes in such a way that made Severus even more eager to touch himself. He shed his clothes quickly and stepped into the shower, the hot water feeling wonderful against his face and chest.
His hand crept down and grasped at his cock, and he shivered. The guilt Severus felt about doing this now quickly slid away with the shower water as his mind was clouded with pictures of Harry's sweet face and prepubescent body. Severus' hand sped up, sliding up and down his cock quickly as his thoughts of young Harry got more and more indecent. Just as he thought of kissing Harry upon his lips, Severus came in great ecstasy. His cum splattered against the shower wall as he groaned and gasped his climax, and he rested his head against the cool wall, taking a minute to come down from his euphoria.
Severus rather hurriedly finished his shower and dressed in his nightshirt, surprisingly feeling no guilt about what he had just done. He only felt relief, pleasure, and calm afterwards, though his libido somehow managed to stir as he climbed into bed with Harry. Severus clamped down on the feeling, saving his lust for his next shower, and slept easily in the same bed as the adorable Harry, without laying a finger on him in any unholy way.