How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

A/N: Hey everyone. I am truly truly sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out. We’ve written four different versions and with each one, something just wasn’t quite ‘right’, so rather than just post for the sake of posting, we worked until we had something we are happy with.

I would like to take a moment to let you dear readers know that things will be a little crazy here for the next couple of months. Not only are the holidays coming up quick, I am going on holiday and then having surgery. We will try to update a couple more times before I go into hospital, but please don’t form lynch mobs if it isn’t possible. There is just a lot on our plates at the moment. And thank you to Draco’s Dirty Secret for betaing.


Damon ran a hand over his face. This was so not going to be pretty. He looked at the men in his kitchen then shook his head as he drew his wand and cleaned up the tray Grant had dropped. "Well, that was interesting. Now that we all can see the resemblance between Davy and Harry, quit staring at them. Go on in the living room and have a seat."

Damon pushed his husband forward and passed Baby to Harry. "I'll be in, in a moment. Need to check the smoker." He nodded to Gregory and Davy and walked out the back door, slamming it behind him.

Grant started at the little reminder and smiled at the newcomers, "Yes, Damon's right, please come in and make yourself comfortable. I think everyone knows each other except for Harry," he said as he ushered everyone into the living room.

Harry followed behind Gregory and Davy, Baby held in his arms, still in shock that his husband's former lover was his own spitting image. "Severus... we need to talk,” he said quietly, a hand on his husband’s elbow.

Severus cringed. He'd been expecting to hear those words since he had told Harry about Davy but this was the first time his husband had uttered them. "Certainly, Harry." He looked at Grant. "You don't mind if we use the guest room for a chat, do you Grant? Thanks."

Not waiting for an answer, he grabbed Harry's hand, passed the dog to Grant, dragging Harry down the hall before any of Grant's precious kaleidoscopes exploded. He closed the door behind then and leaned against it. "Yes, Harry?"

Harry turned his green eyes to his husband. "He looks like me," he whispered. “Or I look like him, or something, I don’t know.”

Severus swallowed and met Harry's eyes. "Yes..." He took a deep breath. "They say everyone has their twin in the world, Harry."

"And you've found two of me," the small wizard breathed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Harry looked around the bedroom for a moment before letting his eyes rest on his husband once more.

"You are a dirty old man, Husband," he said with a quiet chuckle.

Severus stared at Harry then shook his head and glared at him. "I most certainly am not." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just because certain features are similar doesn't mean a bloody thing." He snorted, wondering whom he was trying to convince more... Harry or himself.

Harry grinned saucily up at Severus. "That's alright Husband, because you are my dirty old man," he quipped.

Severus rolled his eyes. "I fail to see what you find amusing, Harry." He pulled Harry to him and sighed, "You are mine as well, Harry. Never forget that."

He swatted Harry's bottom and wrapped his arms around him tightly. "And I am not a dirty old man. I am not Damon."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he looked up. "Grant was legal."

Severus smiled down at Harry. "Barely, but that's an entirely different conversation." He sighed and ran a finger across Harry's face. "I love you and married you and I want you to never forget that. I don't know what else I can say to you to reassure you of those facts but I shall endeavour to see that you remember."

"I know you do Husband, I just wasn't ready to see him looking like me. It's odd, you know?" Harry said softly as he thought of the other man sitting in the living room with the people he now considered as his family. "We should go back in before Grant starts to worry, you know how he is."

"To be honest Harry I wasn't prepared for his appearance either." Severus turned loose of Harry and got ready to open the door for him.

"Grant has every right to worry. We're in his house and considering the last time you came across a former paramour the bar nearly lost a great deal of glassware. I do hope there won't be a repeat performance." He arched his eyebrow at his husband.

Harry raised his hands and then reached into an inner pocket of his robe to remove his wand. Even though he didn't use it, he still carried it out of ingrained habit.

"I promise, here, take my wand as well. I don't want there to be any accidents either," Harry said softly as he held the slender holly wand out to his husband, grip first.

Severus held his hand out then shook his head. "No Harry, I trust you. I want you to keep it." He pushed Harry's hand and wand back to him. "This is a test for both of us and I think we can get through this, hopefully without a spell fired. Do you understand what I mean?"

Harry looked at his wand for a moment and nodded, he understood. Severus trusted him to behave properly and not cause trouble. "I understand and I promise I'll be good," he said softly as he tucked his wand away.

He looked back up at Severus as he rearranged the folds of his robe. "Will he like me, do you think?"

Severus took Harry's hand, nodding as he did so. "Davy was a friendly young man several years ago. I don't see why he shouldn't enjoy your company. From everything I have learned, he and Gregory are happily married and looking to get away from the prejudices that plagues all couples like us. That would be a common denominator if we were to wish to pursue a personal friendship outside of a somewhat professional one. I would very much like to see you with more than one friend here Harry, especially one somewhat close to your own age... besides Allison."

Harry nodded, he understood, the witch had been less than friendly with him the last few times they'd spent any time together. "I'd like that too. You know what else I would like?" he asked as he waited for Severus to open the bedroom door.

Severus pulled on the door and raised an eyebrow. "What is that, Harry?" he asked as he squeezed Harry’s hand and led him out of the bedroom, walking slowly to the living room.

"To eat, I'm starving again," Harry sighed as he inhaled the scent of the foods cooking in the kitchen. It seemed like breakfast had been ages ago and he'd not been snacking all morning.

As they entered the living room, Harry let Severus' hand go and walked over to stand in front of Davy. "I really hope that you and I can be friends," he said softly before he turned and sat down next to Severus.

Davy stared at Harry then turned to his husband. He looked back at Harry then up to Severus and nodded slowly. "Yes, I would like that as well." He was still a little stunned at the resemblance and scooted closer to Gregory, trying not to stare at Harry.

It was kind of creepy seeing himself beside Severus once again and yet the thing that drew Davy's attention to Harry most was his pregnancy. He had never really considered exactly what he would look like in that condition and now it was, a perfect example on display for him. "How far along are you? I mean... if you don't mind me asking?"

Harry smiled shyly and rubbed one hand over his distended belly. "Twenty-three weeks. I feel like I'm the size of a small auto now, Merlin only knows what I'm going to look like at the end," he laughed.

"You will look like you've swallowed a beach ball," Grant teased from his comfortable chair, Baby settled happily on his lap.

They all had a laugh about that as Sarah wiggled on Max's lap and he let her go. She bounded over to Harry and eyed him with one of her fingers in her mouth. She turned back and looked at her father then to Davy. She looked up at Severus and then back to Harry.

"Unca Harry and Reganne?" she asked, looking confused and then turned to Davy.

"No Reganne. Where's your Reganne? Two Unca Harrys needs two Regannes," she declared matter-of-factly, looking at the adults as if to dare someone to disprove her logic.

Davy chuckled as he held his hand out to the little girl. "My name is Davy and no, I don't have a Reganne, but one day, Gregory might have one," he said as he stroked her hair back from her face and then turned to smile at his husband. "Someday."

Sarah eyed him and looked to her father. Max nodded at her, waiting to see what his daughter would do. She grinned and climbed into Davy’s lap, throwing her arms around his neck then looked at Gregory. "Hurry up. Sarah needs more babies to play with. Reganne and Bubba are slow."

Gregory choked on his tea. "What?" He looked at his husband and the small red headed child.

Davy raised one brow and smirked at his husband. "You heard the lady. We'd better get to it," he said in mock seriousness.

Harry looked at Davy, his eyes wide in surprise. "You aren't going to be the one... I'm sorry, it's not my business, I shouldn't have asked," he blurted out and then looked contrite as Severus nudged him.

Gregory shook his head. "I shall do my best, Miss Sarah. But at this moment in time you are going to have to settle for Reganne and Bubba." He smiled at the beautiful little girl then at her father. "Precious child."

Turning to Harry, Gregory explained, "It's alright, Harry. Curiosity isn't wrong. Davy is diabetic so we decided that when we are ready for children, I'll be the one to carry them. I'll not endanger his health any more than it already is." He smiled at his husband and cupped his face, stroking his thumb across cheek.

Davy snorted good naturedly at his husband. "You just want an excuse to eat all the ice cream you can hold," he retorted before leaning in and kissing Gregory's cheek.

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes as he listened to them talk about ice cream. "How much longer until we eat?" He looked up as Damon appeared in the doorway.

Damon grinned at all of them as he rubbed his stomach with one hand and held aloft a tray with the other. He had heard the laughter and was glad that it seemed to be going well. The underlying tension was still there but it wasn't near what he had been expecting.

"Dinner has a bit longer to go but here's a relish tray if you would like to snack. It has cheese, carrots, celery, pickles, broccoli, cauliflower, okra and olives on it as well as some ranch dressing." Damon set the tray on the coffee table then moved to his chair, plucking Grant up from it and settling his husband in his lap. "Eat up." He kissed the side of Grant's face and leaned back in the recliner, flipping the footrest out.

Grant rose up, turning to look down at Damon. "And how am I supposed to eat anything if I'm lying here with you?" he asked as he demonstrated by futilely reaching for the vegetables.

Little Sarah, seeing her Nonnie struggle for food, was quick to stick several carrots into the dip and then toddled over to hold them up for Grant to eat.

"Eat Nonnie or no cookies," she admonished sternly as she waited for him to take the vegetables.

Laughing, Grant leaned down, letting the child feed him. "Thank you angel baby," he murmured around his mouthful.

Harry fell on the vegetables like a man starved for weeks, dipping each vegetable in the dressing before chewing happily. After a moment he stopped and chewed thoughtfully.

"Is there some catsup in the kitchen?" he asked, licking his lips.

Severus made a face and ran a hand over Harry's leg. "If you truly desire to subject that abomination to the vegetables then I shall retrieve it for you." He raised an eyebrow at his husband.

Gregory made a face as well then offered a carrot stick to Davy. "Ugh... maybe we need to rethink this pregnancy thing if that's what I have to expect." He shivered and shook his head.

"It's good on apples too," Harry said as he grinned at his husband. "Please Severus, it just feels like it would taste good."

Severus shook his head and stood. "Alright, brat, would anyone care for anything else while I am up?" He looked around the room.

Davy looked at the relish tray and wondered if he shouldn't go ahead and eat the majority of his meal here since he'd forgotten to bring anything appropriate for him to eat and it wasn't a meat day for him.

He looked up at Damon and Grant, clearing his throat quietly. "Excuse me, but may I ask what you are serving?"

Damon smiled at the young man. "Sure, I made a brisket, ribs, soy dogs, veggie burgers, tofu kebabs and sausage. There are beans, potato salad, and coleslaw and The Cake for dessert." He ran hand down Grant, rubbing circles on the thin back. "Is there something else you need?"

Max frowned at the list of food and looked at Damon as if the man had lost his sense. "What gives with the prison food? You said we only have to eat that tofu crap when Grant packs it for Sturgis," he groaned as he settled back with several pickles on a napkin.

Damon narrowed his eyes at the big man. "Nobody said you had to eat the other things, Max. Grant happens to like them and I knew Davy was a vegetarian so we made food for everyone. Besides aren't you always on my ass about eating better? What crawled up your ass today?"

Davy looked down at the floor for a moment before speaking. "Thank you for going to the trouble, but please, in the future, there's no need. It's not fair to everyone else," he said softly, squeezing Gregory's hand as the other man wrapped his fingers around his.

Max looked at Damon and sighed. "I apologize Damon, I just wasn't expecting that. It's one of the few times I've ever seen you cook it voluntarily."

Damon grunted. "As I said, Grant likes the vegan fare so it was no trouble, Davy. Think nothing of it."

He eyed Max. "As for you Doc, chill the fuck out. Don't make me take you outside." He smirked at Max and winked at Sarah. "Does Daddy need a time out, little one?"

Little eyes regarded Damon in seriousness. "Pop-pop said a bad word. I'm going to tell," she whispered loudly.

Damon made a face at Sarah, trying not to laugh. "So I did baby, I apologize. Come here and give Pop-pop a kiss." He sat up and moved Grant over to bend forward for the little girl. He looked at her, his eyes dancing merrily as he pouted for her. "You forgive Pop-pop?"

"You haffa be good or Mama spank you too," she said as she gave the ex Marine a kiss on the cheek.

Grant snorted and swatted Damon on his thigh. "I warned you about your mouth in front of the kids," he teased.

Damon grinned. "Yes ma'am." He gave her a little salute and pinched Grant's bottom before setting him on his feet. "Let me go check the food. I'll be right back." He stood and grabbed his jacket from the closet ruffling through the pockets for a moment then headed for the kitchen, passing and patting Severus on the shoulder before going out the backdoor.

He immediately dug out his cigarettes and lit up, turning to the smoker and grabbing the tongs to turn the meat.

Severus followed Damon to the kitchen and grabbed the catsup, setting it on the counter before he followed the older man out the back door. "Everything alright?" he asked as he leaned against the porch railing and watched as the other man turned the meat.

Damon grunted holding his cigarette to the opposite side of the smoker out of view. "Seems like a bug crawled up Max's ass. Any idea what's going on with him besides Allie?" He turned the dogs and looked at Severus. "How's Harry?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Severus blew out his breath softly and looked back at the shut door. "If I didn't know any better, I would say our friend is still carrying a torch for Gregory," he said with a shake of his head. "Harry's doing alright. He was a little unsettled by the resemblance, but I was as well."

Damon shook his head, "Well, isn't that fucking great." He grinned at Severus. "You all can pick 'em, boy. Tonight's the first night you recognized the resemblance? Grant and I were looking at the old photo albums last night and I saw it but I thought nah, no way. So, how old was Harry back then?"

"Thirteen," Severus mumbled, narrowing his eyes as the smell of cigarette smoke assailed his sensitive nose. "Are you smoking?"

Damon snorted and chuckled. He pulled up the cigarette and took a drag. "Dirty old man."

"You are calling me a dirty old man?" Severus grunted and then chuckled. "Grant probably didn't even have hair between his legs when you plucked him."

Damon snorted. "He still hasn't and I never said I wasn't." He finished off the smoke and crushed it out. Walking down to the ground, he stuck it in the snow then placed the butt in the trashcan. He clapped Severus on the shoulder and looked him in the eye. "I won't mention it if you don't. I don't need Grant on my ass about anything else."

"Then don't forget a freshening charm on your breath and clothes," Severus said as he pulled his wand out and quickly performed the charm on the other man. "And I didn't need to know Grant was still hairless, you know."

Damon laughed, "He hasn't noticed in two months, Sev and if you didn't want to know you shouldn't have opened your big mouth." He opened the kitchen door for his son and gestured him in.

Severus simply shook his head and walked back into the kitchen, picking up the catsup and carrying it in to Harry. "Here Bit, cover anything you like," he said as he dropped his long frame into the seat next to the little pregnant wizard.

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Harry waved one last time to Damon and Grant as the older couple stood in the light of their open kitchen door, before turning back to watch where he was walking in the dark. The meal had been excellent as always, Damon, Grant, and Max had been wonderful, but Merlin, the newest doctor in town and his husband.

Harry shook his head as he lifted the hem of his robe to clear some slushy snow. He'd not been prepared for Davy Fleming Corrican to be his mirror image and from the looks on Davy's face, the other man had not been prepared for it either. Harry did have to give the other man some credit though, he never once gave Severus more than a glance, he seemed happily married and that soothed Harry's fears quite well.

"Sev, could you open the door for me please?" Harry asked as he held the covered dishes that Grant had pushed off on him filled with leftovers of all sorts. "My hands are full."

Severus opened the door for Harry and helped him up into the cab of the truck. He buckled Harry's seat belt and placed the dishes in the floorboard. He pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead and smiled at him. "Comfortable?" He closed the door and raised a hand to Damon and Grant, shaking his head as Baby barked at them, then strode quickly around to the driver's side. He got in the big truck and shivered. "I assume winter is finally here."

He put the truck in reverse and backed out of the drive.

As the hot air blew out of the vents on the dashboard, Harry groaned and rubbed his distended belly. "I think I ate too much. Do you think I could have something for my stomach when we get home?" he asked as he looked over at Severus, the man's face bathed in the glow from the instrument panel.

Severus chuckled. "I think so. I am not certain what we have at the house but if need be, we can go to the shop. I know I've several different potions in stock there."

"There's still some pink stuff in the bathroom." Harry looked out into the darkness of the mountainside for a moment and sighed. "Is there a reason Davy and I look so much alike?" he asked softly.

Severus startled and looked at his husband. "Harry, I don't know what to say. I had no idea the two of you looked alike when I met him. Not consciously anyway. Is it really that big of an issue for you?" he slowed his driving as they turned onto Copperhead Road. The snow had begun falling again and he concentrated on his driving while Harry thought about what he had said.

"I don't know," Harry said softly as he looked out through the dark pines that lined their road, smiling as a deer faded back from their headlamps. "Am I a replacement for him?"

Severus sighed. He had thought about this over dinner as he stared at the two men while he ate. How could he explain to his husband about his life back then and what Davy had been to him?

"No, Harry, if anything he was a replacement for you." he said gently. Davy had been there through some of the darkest times in his past. There was a great many things about him that Harry didn’t ever need know.

Harry started at that, turning to stare at his husband. "I was what? Twelve?" he asked in shock. Surely Severus couldn't have been feeling 'things' for him at that point.

"Thirteen and it's not what you are thinking." Severus sighed again and pulled up in front of the house. He undid Harry's safety belt and picked up the dishes. He slid out of the truck and walked around to open Harry's door.

He offered Harry his arm. "Davy helped me... he took the brunt of my anger at a very rough period in my life, emotions that were not entirely my fault nor his for that matter."

Harry was silent as he let Severus help him to the back door, waiting until he was in their warm kitchen and the puppies let out of the laundry room.

"So Davy is why you didn't hex me while I was a student, then?" he asked with a wry smile as he set about putting the food away.

Severus snorted as he passed the leftovers to Harry. "I suppose that is one way to look at it. So yes, Davy and a vow I made a long time ago would be what saved your less than scholarly carcass."

"What vow?" Harry asked as he set the final dish on a shelf and shut the refrigerator door. He turned back and smiled up at Severus, taking the other man's hand in his own and giving it a squeeze. "I'm not angry Husband, just curious."

Severus closed his eyes and pulled Harry to him. "After your parents were killed and I went to Dumbledore, he told me what had happened and that you had lived. He made me promise the life debt I owed James Potter would be passed on to you. It was sealed with an Unbreakable Vow until you were of legal Wizarding age."

Harry didn't speak, just lay his head on his husband's chest and listened to the other man's heart beating. "I often wondered what kept you from turning me into an ingredient," he whispered and then smiled. His stomach made its presence known in the form of a quiet burp and Harry reluctantly moved out of Severus' arms.

"I'm going to find that potion and change into my pyjamas. Would you start a fire for us?" he asked as he turned to leave the kitchen.

The telephone rang as the bedroom door shut behind Harry and he turned back to call out to Severus. "Could you get that?"

Severus nodded and picked up the phone. He headed into the living room and tossed some logs into the fire place. Aiming his wand at the logs and finally answered the phone as he stared at the flames. "Snape."

Max smiled as his friend answered the phone. "Hey man. How's Harry doing?" he asked curiously. "I was seriously wondering if he was about to fry Davy on the spot when the man offered you a roll." Max chuckled as he shifted his sleeping daughter on his lap.

Severus snorted as he sat back on his butt. He kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes in front of the fire. "He seems to be accepting it well enough." He sighed. "What about you? Sarah seems to have taken to both Davy and Gregory. Have you even told Allie?"

Max smiled as he thought of his daughter and then grimaced as Allie was mentioned. "She's not really happy about it. She's planning to take Sarah in to see him at the office next week. I don't think I want her around either of them, you know?" he said softly. Closing his eyes, he remembered the brief conversation he'd had with his wife before he had left that afternoon.

"She's told me she's thinking about a divorce," Max sighed softly and stared out the living room window.

Severus gasped. "What? You have must be joking? She's still pregnant with little Max. What the hell is that? Max, it's her condition that making her say that. You love each other," he babbled as he tried to digest what Max had said. "Surely there is some explanation for all this."

Smiling sadly there in the dark, Max took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We'll see Sev, I don't know what's going to happen. You're right, it could just be hormones, but..." He shook his head again, not wanting to think about that conversation any longer.

"I really don't want to talk about that right now, alright?" he said softly, shifting on the sofa. "I was pretty worried about Harry's temper this afternoon, you're sure he's alright?"

Severus sighed. "Max you need to talk to someone about this and yes, Harry's fine. We have talked about it and I explained to him some things about Davy." He frowned in the firelight. "If you didn't want to talk about this, then why did you bring it up?"

"I guess I just had to say it out loud to someone before I started screaming, you know?" Max said softly. "Part of me just wants to kiss her goodbye after the baby is born and wish her well in her life. I know she's not happy right now and that's making me miserable. What if having the baby doesn't help?"

"Max, it has to be the pregnancy. Can you really let go of nine years? Do you still love her?" Severus asked softly. "Think about it. Maybe she's just unhappy with her service to you. Maybe rework your contract with her. Have you thought about going to counselling?" He just kept babbling, feeling for his best friend and trying to understand what had driven them to this.

Max smiled there in the dark, he had known he could always count on Severus to be there to talk to. "Yeah, I still love her. You're right, I need to sit down with her and rework some things, see if that helps and she said she called some therapist over in Elkin for therapy. She didn't want to do it here, didn't want anything getting back to Damon and Grant," he said with a sigh. "It'll work out man, it always does."

"I hope so, Max. I truly do. Would you want me to talk with Adam and see if I can't brew her something a bit stronger? She's only got what, three weeks left?" Severus bit his lip and looked back to the bedroom door. Harry had been awfully quiet and he wondered what his little husband was up to in there.

"I was going to talk to him as well. She's doing better, just not happy. Anyhow, I was just calling to check on Harry and see how he was doing," Max said as Sarah began to wriggle on his lap. "I'll let you go. I need to lay Sarah down and I have a stack of files waiting up for me." He chuckled softly, feeling a little better now that he'd actually told someone what was going on in his life.

Severus shook his head. He listened to Sarah whimper and smiled. "Put my god daughter to bed and relax, man. She'll straighten out soon enough."

"Night man, go give that little husband of yours a hug and a piece of that cake," Max chuckled before hanging the phone up.

Severus pushed the button and leaned his head forward, sighing. Merlin, divorce. He shook his head and rubbed his face after he tossed the phone on the rug. With a soft grunt, he stood and scooped up the phone.

"Harry?" He dropped the receiver on the cradle and padded to their room. He opened the door and called for is husband again.

Harry looked up from where he was sitting cross-legged in the middle of their bed, his glasses setting halfway down on his nose. "I'm here, just reading one of the books my therapist gave me," he said as he held up a slim tome.

Severus sighed and crawled on to the bed. He wrapped his arms around Harry and rested his chin on Harry's head. "You would tell me if there was something about our relationship that was making you unhappy, correct?"

He didn't know why but after Max's revelation he was feeling a little vulnerable in his own marriage. They had been married barely four months and they had moved to a new country, bought a house, were having a child and opened a business all in that short, short amount of time. Things weren't bad like they were for Max but he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The small wizard nodded. "I'd tell you now. Before I wouldn't have, at least I don't think I would have," he said as he leaned back against the other man's chest. Harry could tell something was bothering Severus, but he wouldn't pry, the close mouthed man would tell him in time.

"Is Davy anything to you now?" Harry asked suddenly, keeping his spot in his husband's stiffening arms.

Severus sucked in his breath and tightened his arms around Harry. "Merlin no. Harry, I haven't had anything to do with him in several years. He was a distraction for me and that was all. I don't want him. I want you. I want the three of us. That's all I need."

Harry grinned up at Severus. "Good, because you know, I can do anything and everything he could do for you then and I can do even more. I can have your children," he said as tipped his head back and stared up at his husband's face. "Anything."

Severus met the green eyes. "Do you feel you have to remind me of that because Davy is here?"

Harry turned in the man's arms and looked up at him once more. "Yeah, I think so," he said softly. "I'll be honest, he intimidates me."

Severus snorted. "This from the man who defeated Voldemort and conquered Severus Snape's shriveled, black heart. How does he intimidate you? Harry, you have everything of me, something he never could. I never could commit to him because it wasn't enough. He wasn't enough and he tried to be. In a way I was Davy's Morgan." he said softly.

"I don't believe that," Harry said as he stroked his husband's face gently. "He's just so perfect. He behaves so well, it's like he's Grant."

Severus chuckled. "It's funny that you say that. They are, in one way, a lot alike. Both were groomed to serve without question. The difference is though that Grant went into it willingly. Davy, I’m not so certain about, I’m not at liberty to divulge his past to you but I can say this. Davy and I both learned from each other."

Harry sighed and turned back to where he was leaning against his husband's chest once more. "I'd like to be his friend. He offered to help me cook," he said as he placed a marker in his book and laid it on his bedside table. "It's just weird that he looks so much like me."

Severus grimaced, he really didn't want to be eating vegan fare, but it couldn’t be helped. "As I told you before Harry, everyone has a twin in this world. I could well imagine it being quite creepy to come upon yourself like that.”

Harry stretched his legs out and scratched his tummy. "Yes, it was so odd to see him standing there. All I could think was that this was what I should have looked like."

Severus held Harry to him. "But the thing to remember about Davy is the fact that even though you look like him you aren't him and he isn't you." He sighed and rested his chin on Harry's head once more.

“Severus,” Harry said softly, a smile playing over his full lips.

Severus tipped his head down, looking over his husband’s body, there was something to the younger man’s voice. “Yes?”

“I’m hungry,” Harry sighed.

With a good natured groan, Severus pulled himself from the younger man and got out of bed. “And what does my daughter desire tonight? Pickles? Pretzels? Oranges? Fizzing Wizzbees?” he chuckled, mentioning some of Harry’s latest cravings.

“A veggie burger with catsup, I think,” Harry laughed and then only laughed harder at the look of disgust on his normally imperturbable husband. “Please?”

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Gregory unlocked the door to their room and held it open for his husband. He laid his hand on Davy's back and steered him into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. He pulled Davy around and looked into his eyes. "I want you to know I am extremely proud of you for your behaviour this evening," He smiled and leaned in cover Davy's mouth with his own.

"Mmmmm..." Davy purred as he pulled Gregory closer and nipped at his bottom lip. "Thank you, but really, it wasn't that bad, you know?" He pulled away and began to strip his clothes off.

"I think I ate too much though, I'd forgotten how well the Wolffe's cook, you know?" Davy said as he dug out his pyjamas and his husband's as well.

"It was an experience, I can say that much. Damn." Gregory chuckled as he sat down in the ugly armchair. "I will admit I remembered Grant's cooking more than I did Damon's. But you are right, I don't think we've eaten that well since we've arrived."

He crossed his leg over the other one and removed his shoe then massaged his toes. "We have so got to find a place to live. I am beginning to hate this room."

"Are we going to look at those houses tomorrow?" Davy asked as he reached down and pulled Gregory's foot to his lap and began to rub it carefully, kneading and caressing the man's instep. "I'm sick of that Fransworth woman's cooking."

Gregory groaned, leaning his head back as Davy's fingers worked his foot. "Tomorrow afternoon, yes. I have to go into the office and see a few patients. I should be finished by noon though. Max opens up at eight so I figured I'd start early as well."

Davy sighed softly, he'd have to think of something to do for the morning then. "I don't start for a couple of weeks yet, so I guess I'll read or walk to the business district," he said as he bent and picked up the man's other foot and repeated the attentions. He knew he was going to slowly lose his mind if he stayed cooped up in their room for the next week or so.

"You could always come with me." Gregory looked at his husband. "I have to go into the office before I got to the hospital. In fact I'll be at the office longer than I will be at the hospital; just one patient to see there. You can sit in my office; I'll come see you between patients. You can call the realtors; make appointments to go see the last couple of places on our list if she can fit them in tomorrow."

Davy smiled at his husband, knowing Gregory was just trying to make things easier on him. "That's okay, I can do that from here as well and you won't be worrying about me being bored," he smiled as he set Gregory's foot back down.

"I miss my kitchen," he sighed as he lay back on the pillows and looked at the other man.

Gregory leaned got up out of the chair and sat down in the floor with his husband. He laid his head in Davy's lap and looked up at him. "I suppose but then I wouldn't get to see you and steal a kiss or two." He smirked and ran a hand over Davy's stomach.

"I miss you in the kitchen as well but we are getting there, Davy." He sighed and closed his eyes, hand still rubbing Davy's abs.

Davy smiled and looked down at Gregory. "Feel like scaring the people in the next room?" he asked as he let his hand roam over the man's upper thigh.

Gregory grinned. "What have you got in mind?" He looked up at his husband. "I really don't want to work on a baby tonight, despite what you told Sarah. Not for a couple of years yet." He searched Davy's face. "I saw the way you were looking at her."

Davy gave him a lop sided smile and leaned into him, bumping his head gently against Gregory's. "She's adorable. Do you think our kids will be that adorable?" he asked softly as he traced the other man's lips with his forefinger before kissing him.

Gregory closed his eyes again and sighed as Davy's lips left his own. "That she is. So smart and precocious for, what did Max say, three or four years old?" He smiled at his husband. "They'll be beautiful, David. Little blondes with your blue, blue eyes."

"You're going to be so sexy when you are out to here," Davy chuckled as he held one hand about a foot over Gregory's belly. "I really hope that we can have kids, you know?" He leaned over and kissed his husband again, slowly and thoroughly.

Gregory groaned and threaded his hands in Davy's wild hair. "One day, I promise." He caressed Davy's face and smiled at him. "Are you really alright with Harry looking like you?" He studied Davy's face as he continued to stroke his cheek.

"It's weird. I look like the famous Harry Fucking Potter," Davy murmured, shaking his head. "It wasn't an accident that Severus took up with me, you know. He was wanting some of that and couldn't touch it."

Gregory frowned. "I don't think so. Severus maybe a lot of things but I don't think he is a paedophile. There has to be something more to it." He thought about what he knew about Severus. Despite being an ass of major proportions, the British man was honourable.

He'd seen it occasionally; otherwise Max wouldn't have remained friends with him. "I think you are wrong, David."

"Yeah, you're right, it just seems odd to me, you know? I suppose I was just a replacement for some reason or another. Do you think he knew Harry back then?" Davy asked, leaning back and propping himself on his hands.

Gregory shrugged. "It's possible. I just remember Harry as being a footnote in my history classes from the first time he defeated what’s his name. We didn't have anything to do with the War over there." He sat up and looked at his husband, running his hand across Davy's abs again. "Does it really matter? They seem happy together and I got you."

Davy purred and stretched slowly under his husband's hand. "Doesn’t' matter at all," he smiled. "Harry seems nice and they do seem happy. I don't think I can remember Severus ever looking or acting so relaxed while sober." The dark haired man laughed and reached for Gregory.

"You've got me, what are you going to do with me?" he teased, pinching one of Gregory's nipples.

Gregory arched under Davy's touch and sighed. "Do my damnedest to keep you happy, begging and screaming my name." He leaned forward and captured Davy's mouth.

"That's not hard, you know," Davy whispered as he pulled the other man down on top of him. He couldn't recall being happier in his life than when he'd been with Gregory. "The only thing that is going to make me happier right now is for us to be in our own house."

Gregory smiled down at his husband cradling Davy's head in his hands. "We'll get there baby, I promise. Are you certain you just want to rent right now?" He leaned down and kissed Davy's mouth then moved down to his neck, teeth nibbling at the buttons on his shirt.

"Yeah, I don't want to buy just yet, let's get settled and see if we'll be happy here first, okay?" Davy said as he stroked his fingers over the other man's well muscled back. "I just want out of here. Farnsworth won't let me in her kitchen."

Davy pulled Gregory back up to face him. "As much as I want to piss off everyone here, I ate too much this evening and I'm not feeling so good," he whispered, wrapping his arms around him. "Do you want me to do something to please you?"

Gregory looked down at his husband. "Is it your sugars?" He sat up and pulled Davy up with him. "Get out the monitor and let me check you over. Shit, I knew I shouldn't have let you have that cake Damon made."

Shaking his head, Davy held up a hand to calm Gregory. "No, I think they are fine, I just feel like the Goodyear blimp," he chuckled. "And I didn't have more than a bite or two of that cake." He slipped off the bed and retrieved his kit, bringing it back and setting it on the bed.

Gregory eyed him. "Let me just check to satisfy my own curiosity." He held out his hand for Davy's. "If it's nothing there are some antacids in the bathroom. I made certain to stock up after that god awful chicken and dumplings we had the other day. Merlin, some people should have licenses before they are allowed to cook and open things like B and B's."

Davy laid his hand in Gregory's palm and lay back on the bed. "That had to have been the nastiest crap I have ever eaten. Tofu right out of the package tastes better than that," he mumbled and yawned. "Merlin, I'm tired."

"Hmm." Gregory stuck Davy's pinkie and took a sample. He kissed the man's finger, whispering a wandless spell to soothe the small hurt like he did for his littlest patients before pulling his husband into his lap and waiting on the glucometer to give the results. "How about I give you a bath and put you to bed?"

Davy smiled tiredly up at his husband and yawned again. "Why don't we just watch some TV until we fall asleep, okay?" he murmured as he scooted himself up in the bed.

Gregory eyed the beeping monitor and nodded. “Well, it claims you are normal, but I have my doubts, baby,” he laughed and then dodged the pillow Davy swung at him.

After the attack ended, Gregory stripped, changing into his own pyjamas before sliding beneath the blankets and picked up the remote, turning on the TV. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his husband’s forehead. “Come with me to the office tomorrow. I want you there.”

“Yeah, maybe, wake me up in the morning,” Davy murmured, closing his eyes and drifting off to dream of snowmen, babies, evil wizards, and snowball fights.