Chapter 10
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Harry once again found himself waking up alone in Severus' bed. Despite saying he didn't mind sharing, the man had insisted on taking the guestroom again. The courting idea was extremely sweet and all, as was the thought put behind it, but he really wanted things to move forward at this point. He finally decided that it was time to ask the man why things were moving so slowly. According to Draco it wasn't due to a lack of interest, wo what was it? What was holding the man back? He wrapped the blankets even tighter around him in a last ditch effort to enjoy the warmness that was trapped beneath them. He had to admit that he really did love this bed if nothing else. Sighing, he pulled the covers back finally and padded down the halls to the guest bedroom.
He knocked lightly on the door but there was no answer, so he went ahead and pushed the door open. The bed was made and it seemed as though the man had been awake for some time now. He ran a hand through is hair in a failed attempt to flatten it down and padded down the stairs to find Severus. He didn't realize exactly how sore he was until he hit the staircase. It was like he could feel the effort that every one of his joints had made with each step down that he took. He had yet to look in the mirror but he knew that it wasn't going to be a particularly thrilling sight. He could feel the puffiness around his eyes and mouth and his arms were littered with bruises. He was going to kill Draco. His face was definitely going to put him out of work for a few weeks and the only consolation he got was that he knew that Draco was going to be out of work for just as long as he was. He dreaded making the call to his manager, the man could be impossible sometimes.
He padded into the kitchen to find Severus seated at the table, his face hidden behind the newspaper. As soon as he realized that Harry was in the room he laid the paper aside and crossed the kitchen to one of the cabinets. He pulled out a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat them in front of Harry and gestured for him to have a seat.
"Good morning, I trust you slept well," He asked sincerely.
"A bit stiff, and my head is banging, but yeah," Harry nodded in return.
"Take two of those aspirin as needed and it should help with the stiffness," Severus answered smoothly. "Would you like something to eat? I can make you something if you would like."
"No, you don't have to," Harry answered quickly. "I'll just make myself some toast."
"Very well," Severus nodded sipping his coffee.
"Do you have to go in to work today?" Harry asked with interest.
"I have taken the day off. I thought I might look after you today."
"Oh, you don't have to do that!" Harry almost said too loudly.
"I am aware, but it is something I have chosen to do, because I want to."
"Thanks," Harry smiled brightly.
Harry made himself some toast and when he had finished eating he decided it was time for a shower, while Severus went to pass the time his lab. He sighed when he remembered that again he had nothing to wear, this had to be remedied. Instead of heading directly for the shower he found himself sprawled across Severus' huge bed. He ran his hands up under the pillows in search of his phone before finally remembering that it was busted. He groaned loudly and cursed Draco even louder, he really did hate the blonde git sometimes. Now, when he had simply planned to avoid the rest of the world for the next few weeks he had to go out and buy a new phone. Maybe he could get Ginny to go and pick up a new phone for him instead.
He finally managed to tear himself away from the bed and get into the shower, and the warm water of the shower worked wonders on the stiffness in his muscles. He sighed in relief and leaned against the wall and let the water run over him. When he finally tore himself away from the shower he finally got a bearing on just how bad things were in the facial department. He had deep purple bruises under both eyes and one that ran along his right cheek bone. His lips were split in at least 3 places and he was certain that his nose was bruised even if he couldn't see it. Not to mention the assortment of cuts and bruises that were littered across his body. He was definitely a sight to see.
He finally noticed the pile of clothes that were sitting on the edge of the sink that Severus must have put there. They weren't his but they were his size which made him wonder where they had come from and if the man had bought clothes or sent a member of his staff to buy them for him. They were quite nice, he had to give whoever bought them credit for that. There was a green button up shirt that suspiciously matched his eyes and there was a pair of black trousers and a pair of black socks and even a pair of black pants for him. He was a bit embarrassed by the pants bit but nevertheless he was grateful that the man had put the effort into this. He had to admit that despite the horrible state of his face he did look rather dashing in the new clothes.
When he had finished in the bathroom he headed back out through the bedroom but was surprised to find Severus sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him.
"When was the last time someone told you that you're gorgeous?" Severus asked quietly.
"About 40 minutes ago," Harry laughed in reply.
"Indeed," Severus mused. "I'm glad that the clothes were to your liking."
"Why don't you want to sleep with me?" Harry all but blurted out.
"Pardon?" Severus asked through narrowed eyes.
"I'm sorry that was very rude. Oh my god. I just mean what are we? We've been seeing each other a lot and nothing has really happened other than a few stolen kisses and I properly like you and I'm worried that you don't like me," Harry blushed deeply.
"I believe that is a fair question. What you must understand is that I have not been with anyone in quite some time," Severus said choosing his words carefully. "I do not take these sort of matters, matters of the heart I guess is the correct term, lightly."
"I thought maybe that it had something to do with me escorting," Harry sighed in relief.
"No I fully understand the nature of your job. I may not be that keen on sharing you with other men, but I understand that it is your job. Trust that this may change if and when things between us take a more serious nature, but for now I have no issue with such a thing," Severus explained to him.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked him.
"Quite," Severus said taking his hand.
With his hand in his own, Severus pulled him closer to where he sat on the edge of the bed. Harry found himself leaning down kissing the older man. It was a different kiss than any that they had shared before, it was deeper and he could feel the man's tongue sliding against his own, and before he could stop himself a light moan had escaped his throat. Severus pulled him onto the bed and straddled his waist, kissing him even deeper. They were both in the process of trying to undo the buttons on the other's shirt mid kiss. It was an arduous task but Harry had finally managed to get the older man's shirt unbuttoned and slid off his shoulders just seconds after the man had finished unbuttoning his own. Harry ran his hands over the man's pale, lightly muscled chest as they continued kissing. Just as Harry went to undo the button on Severus' pants the door burst open. There in the doorway stood Draco who seemed to be in a state of half shock and half amusement. After a moment of silence the blonde broke down into a fit of giggles before swinging the door shut and disappearing down the stairs. He had managed to pull the ultimate cock block and Harry was ready to kill him all over again.
Severus swiftly climbed off of him and disappeared into the loo to compose himself leaving Harry laying on the bed. Harry pulled himself up off the bed and went out the bedroom door after Draco, but the blonde git had vacated the premises. At least he wasn't completely stupid, Harry bristled. He was still reeling from the events that Draco had caused the night before and now he had the audacity to storm in without even bothering to knock. He had ruined a moment that he had been hoping would happen between him and Draco for ages now and now the moment was completely gone. He sighed loudly and headed back up the stairs to find Severus. When he came back into Severus' room the man was hovering near the bathroom door and the moment was definitely gone.
"You two should really reconcile your differences," Severus said bluntly as Harry entered the room.
"We will. We always do," Harry smiled at him. "Just give it some time."
"Perhaps we should invite him to dinner tonight?" Severus suggested while running his hands down his torso to smooth any remaining wrinkles out of his shirt.
"I guess that would work," Harry said with
"You're stubborn, I find that to be very cute," Severus said pulling him into a kiss.
Around lunchtime Harry finally got around to swallowing his pride and making a call to Draco to invite him out to dinner. He could practically hear the sly grin that the blonde was wearing on the other end of the phone. By the time he hung up he was so disgruntled that he was willing to call Draco back and tell him not to bother coming. In an attempt to blow off some steam he went outside on the front steps of Severus' house to have a cigarette. He really needed to fix things with Draco and he needed to drop the bomb about Severus to Ron and Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys. He also worried about Lucius Malfoy might think when he found out that Severus had been seeing the call boy that he had bought for him as a New Years date. He didn't think that Severus was too worried about the man's opinion but he did worry that it might effect their friendship. He sighed loudly when he thought about the mess that needed to be organized within his personal life.
The thing about the rift between him and Draco was that he couldn't currently ask him for advice. He was mostly a self-centered prat but when it came down to it he almost always knew what to do. They were each others rock and when he took the time to remember that it was like any anger he held towards Draco suddenly slipped away. Deciding that Severus had given him the perfect opportunity to make up with Draco with dinner that night and he was grateful for it. He sighed and tossed his cigarette onto the pavement before heading back inside.
"You do not have to go outside to smoke," Severus commented without looking up from the book he was reading when Harry wandered into the sitting room.
"I know that. I just don't feel like I should be," Harry said with a slight laugh.
"I want you to feel comfortable here," Severus replied setting aside his book to look at him.
"I'm working on it," Harry said giving him a quick kiss.
Harry and Severus spent most of the day lazing around the house, but Harry found his mind wandering to what had happened between them that morning. He was laying on the couch while Severus sat in what Harry had learned was his favorite chair reading. He didn't know if they man had noticed, or he didn't really care, but he had been sneaking glances at him all afternoon. Finally, as if being able to read his mind Severus sat aside his book and looked at him. Before he knew what was happening he was on his feet and crossing the room to where the man sat. As if they were picking up where they had left off the man pulled him onto his lap and kissed him deeply. They were mid grope when the doorbell rang.
Frustrated Harry just whispered they should ignore it and kissed Severus again. That was when the door to the sitting room swung open and Draco stood there paler than normal if that were at all possible. He had an empty look on his face and his hair and clothes were disheveled and it looked like he might have been crying.
"Draco what's wrong? What happened?" Harry asked jumping off of Severus' lap and crossing the room to him.
"My dad…he's dead," Draco whispered with red rimmed eyes.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to post I was having internet problems but everything should be find for the time being. Please review if you find the time. xoxo
