A few days later, Harry found himself still thinking on Dean's proposal to Ginny. It was a rare occasion where Harry had shown up randomly in Severus' rooms. After the "if you like" discussion, Harry had begun testing the waters of their foundling accord. Whenever he grew bored with the familiar surroundings of his rooms, or the quiet of the Restricted Section, he'd come down to Severus' rooms to continue any research that didn't require the library. Each time, he had felt the thundering nervousness in his chest that this time the door would be locked, Severus gone elsewhere, or that he'd be turned away, the Potions Master too busy to be bothered. Neither had yet to happen.
Harry shifted his head slightly in Severus' lap, uncrossing and re-crossing his bare feet on the surprisingly comfortable couch. He scowled as he realized that the sentence he'd been writing had begun to trail on like a First Year's essay, and spelled the ink from the page. He bit his lip as he tried to reword the lengthy explanation into something legible.
"Severus?" He muttered distractedly.
"Yes, Harry?" Severus asked, sipping at his coffee as he stared intently at the book hovering magically at eye level.
"Two wizards can marry in the Wizarding World, right?"
"If they so choose," Severus replied, flicking to the next page in his book.
"Hm," Harry mumbled, erasing his sentence a second time and readdressing it again. "Have…have you ever thought about marriage?"
"To you?" Severus asked mildly. "Or do you mean in general?"
Harry shrugged against the man's thigh, his tongue between his teeth as he finally decided on how to write the troublesome sentence. "Either."
The Gryffindor grinned as the sentence finally started to flow properly into a proper paragraph as long fingers carded through his hair. Severus surprised him with a chaste, yet searing kiss. He pulled away with a smirk.
"It has crossed my mind," The Potions Master remarked blandly.
Harry grinned as he was kissed again before they returned their attention to their individual tasks. He saw no reason to carry the subject any further. He was still partially on the fence about their emotional commitment to each other, thanks in large part to the fact that he was still chaste. There was nothing that said they ever had to make a physical commitment, and Harry somewhat doubted they ever would. The idea held no promise at all. Besides, you couldn't exactly stand before your friends and family and declare absolute fealty to each other when none of them even knew you were together.