Snowglobe?

Severus snarled and waved his wand at the bed, but it only fizzled and sparked, the bed remained the same. Severus growled and snarled as he tapped his wand against the side of his leg.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.

“It’s spell protected. Just like his own rooms, it’s spell protected!”

“Spprotprotected?”

“Yes, as in, no magic! You can’t use magic in this room, other than the very basic commands for the lights and such.”

“So, you can’t create another bed?”

“No.”

“So, we have to share this one?”

“Yes.”

“Shit.”

“Bathroom’s through there,” Severus said, pointing his wand at a door off the side of the little room.

Harry suppressed a snicker. This was going to be a long two weeks. He watched in surprise as Severus threw his wand on the bed and began removing his robe.

“I hate that man,” Severus snarled quietly. “I’m going for a shower.”

Harry sighed and sat down on the bed. He was feeling rather confused by his Potions professor. He couldn’t recall ever seeing Severus smile before, let alone laugh, and he had done plenty of laughing that day. Harry was still amazed at how attractive he found Severus to be when he smiled.

Harry was still contemplating this, when Severus stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and drying his hair briskly with a second one. Harry’s eyes went huge as he stared at Severus’ well toned and still dripping chest. He admired the soft skin, the pert little nipples, and followed the trail of dark hair that lead from Severus’ navel down past the towel.

“Now, I wonder if the bastard gave us any clothes,” Severus grumbled as he searched the drawers of the night table. Harry’s head slowly tilted to the side as he watched Severus bend over the drawers, noticing the soft curve of his buttocks even with the towel in place. He swallowed hard and licked his lips unconsciously. He got a dear-in-the-headlights look when Severus stood up quickly and turned around. Harry was glad he didn’t look at him right away.

“I hate that man,” Severus grumbled.

“Is that going to be your mantra for the next two weeks?” Harry asked with a snicker.

“Yes. Look at this bloody night shirt! It’s ridiculous!” He held up what looked like nothing more than an over-sized Muggle t-shirt. It was white and on the front of it was a picture of two brown kittens wearing Santa hats, playing.

“Well, it could be worse,” Harry said with a look of distaste.

“Oh, yes, I could be forced to wear THIS one!” Severus held up another shirt, this time pink, with a picture of the same two kittens. The kittens in this picture weren’t playing, though, they were curled up together sleeping. Severus threw the shirt at Harry, then began putting on the white one.

“I am NOT wearing this!”

“Fine,” Severus said as he pulled the towel out from under the shirt and threw ito tto the chair beside the desk. “Go in the buff, if you prefer.”

Harry turned scarlet and ran for the bathroom. He had a hurried, cold shower, wanting to get this night over with as quickly as possible. Harry came out of the bathroom, already dressed in the pink night shirt, to find Severus laying on his stomach on top of the blanket. He was on the side of the bed that Harry normally would have taken. Harry stared for a moment at the well muscled legs, before shaking his head clear.

Severus was self-conscious as he felt Harry staring at him. He knew he should be hiding under the covers, but the room was just too warm for him. He was used to the chill of the dungeons. He scooted over slightly when he felt Harry ease into the bed. He whispered the nox command to put out the lights and quickly fell into an exhausted sleep.

He awoke suddenly in the middle of the night, sitting up. He looked around in momentary confusion and saw Harry standing at the side of the bed, looking at him with mixed concern and irritation.

“What’s wrong? Where are we?”

“Dumbledore’s office? The globe?” Harry reminded him, his hands on his hips.

“Oh, Gods!” Severus said as he flopped back on the bed. “I thought that was just a nightmare!”

“No, your nightmare kicked me out of bed!” Harry informed him irritably.

“Really? I guess there can be something good from nightmares,” Severus said as he rolled onto his side.

Harry growled at him as he crawled back into the bed and turned out the light. As they got comfortable again, their backs to each other, Harry began to talk softly.

“Do you remember what you were dreaming about?”

“No.”

“You don’t remember or you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Yes.”

Harry remained quiet long enough for Severus to think he’d fallen asleep again.

“Professor Trelawny taught me how to control my dreams so I don’t have nightmares any more,” Harry said finally, breaking the silence.

Severus grunted at the mention of the Divinations teacher.

“It helps to talk about them, sometimes.”

Severus grunted tiredly again.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where I’ll be for the next two weeks,” Harry said with a yawn.

Severus sighed. “Thank you. Now, go to sleep, Harry.”

“Goodnight… Sev.”