Somewhere

yeah ok so it's later than i said but so sue me...
i've been busy, sick and just generally not avaliable so ot's only just got done
other than that enjoy...

I'M SORRY IF SOME PEOPLE AREN'T GETTING AN E-MAIL FOR SOME REASON A LOT OF THE ADDYS I'VE BEEN GIVEN DON'T SEEM TO BE WORKING, SO DON'T RELY ON THAT


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When they both woke up for a second time, not a word was said about the previous night. Severus knew that Harry needed to come to terms with everything and the only way he could do that was to talk about, but it also meant that he had to initiate the talk himself. When they’d both washed and changed they headed downstairs for breakfast. It was only when the paper popped onto the table, as it did every morning, that Harry realised what tomorrow was.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” he said to himself.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” he repeated, looking up at the man seated across from him, “I guess I lost track of time.”

“So it would seem.”

“Well what are we going to do?” he asked.

“I beg your pardon?” asked Severus, clearly bemused.

“Well I know I’ve got this whole coming of age and extreme pain thing on the horizon but I don’t want to spend the whole day cooped up in bed. So what are we going to do? I want to celebrate,” he finished with a grin.

“I’m sure we could arrange something. For now though hurry up and finish that, Albus should be here soon.”

“M’kay,” he muttered through a mouthful of toast.

“Heathen.”

As soon as they had finished they washed the dishes, this time by hand, Severus occasionally quizzing him on spells and when he should use them. A brief second before he arrived they felt a disturbance in the wards and then Albus stood in the middle of the kitchen.

“Albus. We’ll be with you in a second.”

“No hurry boys. I’ll make tea.”

A few minutes later and they were finished, all walking through to the living room, tea tray bringing up the rear. It was then that Harry’s trousers chose the rather inappropriate time to fall slowly to his ankles, leaving Severus with a wonderful display of firm tight buttocks as he bent down to pull them back up.

“Stupid bloody clothes,” Harry muttered angrily.

“What’s the problem my boy?” asked Albus.

“It’s Dudley's cast offs. He’s built like a small whale but when it comes to casual clothes, they’re all I have.”

“Well we shall have remedy that later, won’t we? Other than that though how are you two doing?”

“We are as well as to be expected. Did you know it’s the boy wonders birthday tomorrow?” said Severus, looking up from the potions journal he’d picked up from the table.

“Hey! Don’t call me that you great bat,” Harry complained as he threw a cushion at the other man, who with a flick of his wand stopped it in mid-air and sent it hurtling back into Harry’s face.

“Well you seem to be getting along,” said Dumbledore with a smile.

“We haven’t killed each other yet if that’s what you mean,” he said with a wicked smirk.

“Excellent,” said Dumbledore with a smile, before turning to Harry. “Now then Harry, I shall pop back in later with your gifts so you can have them for your birthday.”

“Thank you sir.”

They sat for a while, Albus filling them in on the things they’d missed, important news and mindless gossip, before Severus asked if he could talk with the headmaster alone for a while.

“Sure. I’ll be in my room.”

Getting up he left them to it and headed up to his room. Throwing himself onto the bed he got comfortable and retrieved the book he’d been reading from the table. It was a muggle novel Hermione had lent him called “Of Love and Men” by Cadence Cropley. It was about a man who went in search of his father with the help of his best friend, how they gradually fell in love and the problems they faced in medieval England trying to keep it a secret. He liked it, could identify with the main character, how he’d had to keep his feelings and his true character secret from the world. He only hoped that he got his happy ending like they did in the book.

The knock at the door startled him out of his musing. Jumping up he went to open the door, only to come face to face with a t-shirt clad chest emblazoned with ‘Don’t Annoy Me, My Backyard Is Already Full’. As his eyes travelled upwards he found himself looking at a rather disgruntled Severus.

“Albus has gone,” he huffed.

“What happened?” he snorted, earning him a glare.

“It appears the wardrobe problem has been solved, mine as well as yours. I am now left with these abominations,” he said as he sat on the bed and Harry went to inspect his new wardrobe.

“They suit you… errr… I mean… you wear too much black. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything other than your robes. They look good,” he finished in a rush, a blush just starting to stain his cheeks.

“I suppose they are cooler. It shall just take some time to adjust to them,” he replied, lying back on the bed, hands under his head, t-shirt rising a little to grace Harry with a glimpse of firm stomach and a thin trail of hair disappearing into jeans.

Fighting back a moan of desire he went around the bed and retrieved the knife from under his pillow. Going to sit next to Severus he waved the knife in front of the other man’s face. As the dark eyes opened and focused on the knife, he sat up and took the knife from Harry.

“You should have that. At least then there’s no temptation and besides I’ve got no need for it now, I’ll keep my word,” he said as he lay down next to the older man.

“Thank you Harry. That’s a big step to take,” he said slipping the knife into the back pocket of his jeans, “Don’t worry, things are getting better.”

“I know.”

Picking the book up that lay discarded beside him, Severus turned it over to inspect the cover.

“Mindless muggle drivel,” he muttered.

“It’s not drivel. It’s a really good book I’ll have you know. Besides I like the characters.”

“What is it about then?” he asked sceptically.

“The importance of family and the love between men. I can relate to the main character in a way.”

“Oh?”

“Well we both have to hide who we really are and how we feel, only he gets a happy ending and some how I just don’t think I’ll be that lucky.”

“Why not? Everyone deserves a chance at happiness.”

“Yeah well he’s not being chased by a deranged mad man and the person he falls in love with actually loves him back, while I seem to have picked the one person on earth I’ll never be able to have,” he muttered darkly.

“Well then use your Gryffindor charm to woo her.”

“Not a her.”

“Oh. Then use your Gryffindor charm to woo him.”

Harry potter was gay. The press would have a field day if they ever found out about that. It seemed like things just kept piling up on the young mans plate, threatening to unbalance him at any time.

“He’s not exactly fond of Gryffindors.”

“Well you appear to be… how should I put it… stuffed?”

Harry looked at the other man in shock. That wasn’t what he was supposed to say!

“Don’t look at me like that. It sounds as if you are going to have to make the first move if you’re going to get his attention. What do you like about him anyway?”

“He’s always treated me the same way. When everyone else was tripping over themselves to get to know me or when they were trying to stab me in the back, he’s always been there, a constant in my life for the last six years. He’s kept me grounded. He’s smart and handsome and witty and he has the most fantastic sense of humour. He smells fantastic and the way he moves is amazing, like a cat. If I was to make the first move though, I think he might hex me with something nasty.”

“Sounds like a perfect man, apart from the hexing part.”

“Mmm… you have no idea,” he said as they lay there.

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R+R please... keep the muse happy

muse: i don't care about R+R
isis: yes you do now shut up
severus: vicious isn't she?
isis: yes!!

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