Harry awoke to the feel of light kisses on his skin. He looked down and saw a blur of black trailing down his chest. With a slight groan of pleasure, he let his head fall back and buried his fingers in the lank locks. His body was remarkably sore. They had remained active well into the night. Even so, Harry could feel himself already lying like a hot stone against his stomach. He gasped as lips and a warm tongue touched his head, and arched his back as the round bulb was taken into the hot cavern beyond.

"S-Severus, ah!" Harry gasped, fisting his hands in the long hair as the dark head bobbed gently over his pelvis.

Regardless of their long, arduous night of coupling, Harry felt himself already teetering on the edge as his manhood vanished into the hot, wet vacuum. When Severus pulled far enough away to swipe his tongue gently around Harry's bulb, the Gryffindor shouted in surprise, light exploding behind his eyes. When his vision cleared, Severus had slithered up his body and lay half atop him. Harry blushed and untangled his fingers from the silken black hair.

"Sorry," He murmured a little bashfully.

Severus smirked and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "Good morning."

Harry smiled breathlessly and drew the man into a deeper kiss. "Indeed," He said teasingly. He hesitated, sliding his hand down the naked thigh lying against his stomach. "You-"

"Have enjoyed my morning company immensely," Severus assured him with another kiss.

Harry grinned and stretched against his pillows. "I am deliciously sore," He commented idly. He smirked at his companion. "Perhaps I should take up walking in the mornings."

Severus continued to smirk, leaning over him. "A good habit, to be sure. When does the wolf return?"

Harry held his watch close to his squinting eyes as he studied the small clock face. "I dunno, actually. He just said he'd be back in the morning." He frowned when Severus drew away and started seeking out his clothing.

"I should go, then," Severus said lightly.

Harry sat up on his bed and crawled towards the bare, pale back. He placed a few light kisses on the naked expanse before resting his chin on a slim shoulder. It bothered him that they couldn't simply spend the day tangled together in bliss, as they had the night before, but Remus could literally be home any moment, if he wasn't already. He kissed the bare shoulder, right atop a thin scar, and moved to the other side of the bed.

"I'll walk you out," He said warmly.

One rule Harry had learned, over the years, about sneaking out: it was always best done with help. He went straight to his dresser and pulled out fresh clothes. He began to dress as Severus put on each article of clothing as he found them. After several minutes, and some help searching for a missing sock they were eventually forced to summon, they were both dressed. Harry walked to the door, but found himself grabbed and pulled around against the firm chest. He melted slightly into the soft, passionate kiss.

"Keep it up, Severus," He remarked, smirking. "You won't be going anywhere. I know the spells that would tie you to my bed, where I would have my wicked way with you for as long as I liked."

Severus smirked as well. "Perhaps that is an avenue we can explore at a later date."

Harry found himself intrigued as he turned towards the door again and pulled it open. He led the way silently out into the hallway, his bare feet skipping over every creaky floorboard carefully. Severus moved past him smoothly, his own feet finding every sturdy board without even looking, his shoes making absolutely no noise on the runner. Harry glowered and followed the man to the stairs. They crept down together. At the bottom, Harry pulled open the door. The hinges creaked alarmingly. Severus stepped past him into the open doorway and they stared at each other for a moment, Harry leaning against the door a little giddily. The door shifted, giving another loud creak.

"Harry? Is that you?"

Harry grimaced as footsteps started coming up the stairs from the kitchen. "You should go," He said a little regretfully.

Severus nodded, but didn't turn to leave. Instead, he stooped, drawing Harry into another passionate kiss. "Remain safe, for my sake if not for your own," The Potions Master said softly.

Harry nodded, glancing back at the steps to the kitchen. Remus appeared, coming up at a quick pace. Harry turned back anxiously to see Severus had already turned and was on the front stoop. He closed the door quickly as Remus looked up near the top of the stairs.

"Was that Severus?"

"When?" Harry asked nonchalantly, leaning against the wooden barrier he'd just slammed shut.

"Just now…At the door," Remus said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

Harry shrugged, biting his lip. "Couldn't say."

Before Remus could question him further, Harry darted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The brave Gryffindor remained hidden in his room for the rest of the day, until it was time to meet his Master for their next trip. When he came down again a few hours later, he found Remus still in the kitchen.

"I'm leaving!" Harry announced. "I'll write you in a few days!" He turned to go.

"Harry, stop!"

The younger Gryffindor froze in the doorway.

"Turn."

Harry did, his eyes downcast.

"Now, sit."

Harry sighed. "Remus, I really have to go. Master-"

"Your Master can wait a few minutes. Sit."

With a dark groan, Harry moved to the nearest chair at the table and sat down. Remus stood up, rounded the table, and began to pace the other side. Harry stared resolutely at the tabletop. He had no idea what he was going to say. He was a terrible liar, everyone knew that. The only reason he'd gotten away with "lying" to Hermione yesterday was because he'd only fudged the truth. At the time, he really hadn't been sure that anything was "going on" between him and Severus. Fudging the truth was about as close as he could get to a lie. And he had no excuse ready for why Severus would've been here so early in the morning. "Visiting" hardly seemed adequate, since the rest of the world only knew them to be colleagues, at best.

"Now, Harry, I want you to tell me the truth," Remus spoke, still lightly pacing the other side of the table. "I'm not angry, I want you to know that. I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't come to me, though."

Harry remained silent. He knew enough about lying to know that you screwed yourself if you walked into the web, rather than letting the person guide you.

"Harry…were you in my room while I was gone?"

Harry actually slumped, not having realized just how tense he'd become. He chuckled a little in relief.

"Yes…or rather, Hermione was. We were looking for my book on obscure Defense tactics used by the 'shamans' and 'medicine men' of different Native American tribes during the invasion of the Americas," Harry told him. "Hermione thought you might have mistaken it for one of your books. I was pretty sure I left it in the library, but I can't find it anywhere. I'm starting to think I left it in my rooms at Hogwarts, which is what Hermione said when she didn't find it amongst your books."

Remus stopped pacing and cleared his throat. "H-Hermione was here…in my room?"

"Yeah, she…"Harry trailed off. Was Remus…blushing? "Moony, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"Like what?" He was definitely blushing now, and avoiding eye contact.

Harry grinned. "Nevermind. I should go; Master Ailin is probably waiting for me at the train station."

Remus nodded, still not meeting his eye, and Harry got up to leave. Let the man have his secrets. Everyone was allowed them, and it had served to distract him from Severus' presence. Harry smirked as he left. He could not, however, promise even himself that he wouldn't take any future opportunities that might arise to investigate further into the werewolf's apparent interest in his best friend. He was, after all, still a bullheaded Gryffindor.