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A/N: Omy, I'm so (pleasantly) surprised as to how much of a response I got to this story. I woke up after posting Ch1 and found myself with 48 unread emails, followed by more every day. (Ack, the pressure!) Thank you Ann, rebekahalana, free-to-fly-2010, LIGHTINSHADOWS, Petuniac3, itachisgurl93, Ravenburd, pikachumomma, momocolady, Twilightfans, bookwormqueen7, Flying Chrissy, StoryofGreen, AnaCorre, peniqudeplata for reviewing! Hopefully I won't disappoint!

I'm afraid that the chapters to this are going to be fairly short (but the story itself is probably going to end up pretty long) because for some reason it seems to work better with the style that I'm writing this in. I'm going to try for a chapter a week (just because reality is taking over all my time x.x). I should be writing my essay that's due tomorrow, but inspiration hit and I couldn't help it x.x I hope you enjoy, and continue reading! Thank you everyone for the amazing response. I do feel so loved :)

Chapter 2

Severus and Potter got married at the Ministry in a small, 7 foot by 7 foot empty office, with Draco scowling at Potter and Potter clearly ignoring him. Due to the specifications in the contract, Potter and Severus had to seem like they were truly married, and thus a public announcement had to be made, as well as a few public appearances. Draco was not happy with this situation. Oh, he had never even contemplated that Severus would ever even consider Potter romantically, but it still stung that the bloody Boy Who Lived was marrying his lover. Must the stupid Gryffindor get everything?

Draco and Severus moved into Grimmauld Place quickly and to their surprise, the whole house had been remodeled, stripping it of its constant aroma of Dark Magic. Although not light and frilly with pink walls, it was surprising tasteful in decoration and not overrun in red.

Potter had given them the entire bottom floor and the basement that had been converted into a state of the art Potions Lab, a few steps up from the makeshift one that Severus had produced there during the war. Potter slept on the second floor, but they shared the kitchen. At first Draco had been convinced that they would have to clean up after the bloody Gryffindor, red and gold scarves here, snitches and Quidditch gloves there, and Draco had not been happy about that. After working eight hour shifts as a Healer at St. Mungo's, he did not have the energy to clean up after a stupid messy Gryffindor.

Both Severus and Draco were pleasantly surprised, however, as to how little they saw Potter. If he was home, he left early, no sign was left of his breakfast except for the faint aroma of bacon, eggs and toast in the morning. He obviously had lunch while at work and he either ate dinner out or made his in the hour that Severus was in the lab and Draco at work. They rarely saw him, and if they did, he simply nodded to them and swept upstairs.

Severus had been ready for yelling, arguments and everything else about his Potions fumes, or Draco's various cloaks littering the closet near the door but those things never came up. The only indication of anything Potter found unsatisfactory was when he left them a note on the dining table.

Next time, please remember a Silencing Charm.

Severus and Draco had flushed and glanced at each other. They hadn't needed one in so long they'd forgotten.

Potter had given Draco and Severus free reign in the library, simply telling them that all the books on the Dark Arts were in a vault and if needed, they would have to ask. No comment was made on their character at all.

What confused Draco and Severus the most, however, was the lack of social life that Potter seemed to have. After the war and their trials, they hadn't paid much attention to the newspapers and what it had said, assuming it would cover Potter's various romantic liaisons, his partying, his outrageous behavior. But Potter was always either at work or at home. Every Sunday he went to the Weasley Weekly Family Dinner, and once a week he had dinner with Granger and Weasley, but other than that, Potter never went out. He didn't have a lover, he didn't go clubbing, and he didn't play Quidditch. They had been preparing themselves for those awkward moments when one roommate brings home their night's pleasure, only to bump into the other two roommates on the way up, and then everyone simply stands there for a moment, not knowing what to do. There were no rambunctious Quidditch teams filing in, no friends crashing for the night, and never even a drunk Potter. It was unsettling to have ones beliefs so viciously invalidated.

Severus was confused as to this change in Potter's character. He always remembered him as impulsive, easily angered, and loud. This quiet, almost passive version of Potter was odd and confusing. Harry Potter was a puzzle. And Severus Snape did so love puzzles.

Yes, I know, so short and no dialouge! But this is the basis for the next chapter, which is already in progress. :) I'll try and make it longer!

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