To Teach

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all JK Rowling\'s. I don\'t own a single one. I\'m borrowing them for a little debauchery, then, I\'ll give them back.

Papaya: Squeeee!!! I thought the Merlin tie-in was pretty cool. LOL! And I totally agree with you about how music evokes emotions in anyone who listens. I am partial to musical Severus myself. *grins* I promise they\'ll keep their hormones in check, but I can\'t promise whole chpaters of senseless snogging and sex. LOL!!!

Phoenix: You had the exact reaction I wanted to Sev in a tutu!! *giggles*

Relic: *grins* Clumsy Sev is just yummy, isn\'t he? =D And, I don\'t think I can say it enough, musical Sev is just plain hot!! (As it poetic and painter Sev. *smacks lips*)

Silveria: Sev in a tutu is almost as funny as him in Neville\'s grans vulture hat, doncha think???

Severus raised an eyebrow and then aparated across the room to the hearth. Harry, devoid of the body under him, immediate fell forward and landed on his face. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his forehead. “Hey! That’s not fair! Wait a minute! You aparated! I thought the wards prevented that!”

Snape moved gracefully from the hearth and helped Harry up. Pulling him close he growled in his ear, “No, I set the wards, so I’m allowed to aparate, you just aren’t.”

At the brush of the older man’s hot breath on his ear, Harry completely forgot about playing and aparation. His only answer was a muffled ‘hmmm’. Snape chuckled inwardly at this reaction and tipped the younger man’s chin toward him. “Harry, you’re still awful at concealing your emotions.”

Coming to his senses, Harry laughed. “And you, Sir, are still excellent at being drop dead sexy.”

With a hearty laugh, the two men made their way back to the couch. As they settled, Snape asked, “Who was your first?”

Harry blushed furiously. “Girl or guy?”

Raising an eyebrow, Sev replied, “Both.”

Harry turned a shade of red that even a Weasley could have been proud of. “Hermione was my first girl,” then he hesitated, “and, well, you, this morning.”

Snape was thrown off by the admission that Harry’s first sexual experience had been with his best friend, but almost choked when he finished. “What?” He asked in his low, almost deadly voice.

“Sev, it’s embarrassing, please don’t make me say it again,” Harry begged.

“You gave me…” Severus couldn’t finish the thought as he looked at Harry’s smiling face. His green eyes twinkled much in the same manner as Dumbledore’s.

“But, I didn’t hurt you this morning, did I?”

Harry’s grin turned into a smirk at that question. “That’s two questions in a row. I don’t have to answer it.” Then he stuck out his tongue. “Why don’t we head to bed, Severus, it’s getting late, and I need to be up early in the morning to catch up on the work I didn’t do today.”

The older man agreed as he looked at his pocket watch. Again, they made their way, hand in hand, to Severus’ room. They stopped at his door, and Snape tried to tell Harry good-bye. “Sev, I really want to stay with you tonight. This morning was…I can’t even find the words. Can I stay?”

Somewhere between thinking it was a bad idea yet to be sleeping in the same bed and looking into the emerald depths of Harry’s eyes, Severus conceded. “My bed is only a full, you may be kicked off before morning.”

Harry took Snape’s hand and smiled joyfully. “My bed’s a king, we can sleep there.”

“I’ll change and meet you there, then.”

Harry was so happy that he almost skipped down to his room to change. He quickly spelled his bed made while he changed into his favorite pair of silk pajama bottoms. It wasn’t long before Severus made his way to the room. Snape stood in the door way for some time as he appraised Harry. The young man was sprawled out on top of the duvet wearing a delicious pair of purple sleep pants. His arms were under his head, and he lay there looking up with a silly grin on his face. “Seems the old man is rubbing off on you, Potter.”

Harry looked toward the door to find a smirking Snape looking equally as delicious in a pair of black silk pants, much like his own. “It just so happens that I love the color purple, Sev,” he answered with a mock scowl. “It goes really well with the green in my eyes.”

Harry batted his eyes at the older man, who just laughed. Then, he patted the other side of the bed in invitation. Severus scowled. “I don’t sleep on the right side.”

Laughing, Harry answered, “Well, I usually sleep in the middle, so if I can sleep on the left, you can sleep on the right.”

He crawled across the bed toward the other man. Sitting on his knees, Harry reached for Snape and pulled him on to the bed. Harry kissed him with reckless abandon. “Convinced you should get in the bed yet?”

Snape pushed the young man away with a laugh. “You’re insufferable.” He slid in the bed next to Harry.

The young man slid closer to him and kissed him gently on the lips. “You don’t know how many nights I’ve needed a warm body next to mine. Thank you for this, Sev.”

Severus smiled and traced Harry’s scar. Then he put his arm around his waist and brought him closer. “I can imagine, Harry.”

With a soft kiss on the forehead, both men were silent. It was not long before the rhythmic rise and fall of both their chests indicated that they were sleeping. Both men slept better than they could ever remember. They woke with the sun rise in a tangle of arms and legs. Harry ran his hands through his long hair to remove the loose strands tickling his face. When he opened his eyes, his gaze was met by a pair of beetle black eyes. Harry smiled sleepily.

“Good morning, Beautiful.”

“I could say the same thing to you,” came that silky baritone that Harry loved so much.

Harry kissed his bedmate. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well in my life, Sev. I didn’t have any nightmares at all,” Harry said as he run his hand up and down his lovers back.

“Nor did I Harry. It was very peaceful, wasn’t it?”

Harry snuggled into Severus’ chest and made a ‘Mmmhmm’ type sound. Snape rolled his eyes. “Going back to sleep, Potter?” He asked sarcastically.

Harry shook his head affirmatively and mumbled something about not giving up a bed partner as good as Sev ever.