Love Makes The World Go \'Round

Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K Rowling owns anything you can recognize.

I don’t know how long we’ve been here but it seems like it’s been an eternity. We already have a routine. I know it’s been less than two weeks as he’s told me that if no one finds us by week two, if we happen to be here for two weeks, we’d move on to another location.

At first, everything was complicated. We never agreed on anything and our suspicious sides ruled everything. It all changed the day I fell down a small cliff. I didn’t break anything but I did twist my ankle. It hurt like hell but Severus nursed my leg, calling me stupid and idiotic the whole time. I had to let him take care of me and I had to trust his judgment. Once I stopped protesting everything he said I came to the realization that he is a really smart man.

I yawn. It’s pretty early in the morning, too early for breakfast. I miss breakfast in the great hall, pancakes and pumpkin juice; I’d do anything for a cup of pumpkin juice.

I sigh and look over at Severus. What is he doing now? I swear he’s so mysterious.

“I’m making notches in the wood for each day that we’re here.” He says, after noticing my look at him. I think it’s funny that we can tell what the other is thinking. It’s like we have a connection, which is kind of disturbing if I think about it too much.

I look at the tree and there are eight marks on it. “Do you think we’ll be here much longer?” I ask him. I hope he’ll give me good news.

“It’s possible.” He says not looking at me.

“Oh.”

“I’m Hungry” I tell him. It’s not really true.

“You’re always hungry.” He snorts at me.

Today is my day to gather. I think its funny how we’ve been living and I told him the other day that it was like we were married, and how I felt like we were living like Muggles before their technological advances. He mentioned something about clap on clap off. I didn’t really get it. Everyday we switch jobs. One day I’ll cook and gather and he’ll hunt and the next day he’ll cook and gather and I’ll hunt. By hunt of course I only mean fish and rabbits. I like it better when he cooks because although I hate killing he always does wonders with the herbs he can gather from the forest.

I named the forest Wondering Trout, Severus thinks that’s a stupid name. Yeah, I call him Severus now, not to his face of course but I think of him that way. He’s been less of a git then I thought he would be at first. Yeah he’s still snarky but I think the relief of not having to answer to either Voldemort or Dumbledore is good for him.

“You better go get some berries,” He says to me. He doesn’t address me as Potter anymore; he doesn’t address me as anything but “you.”

I nod to him and take off. I know where the best berries are and I know that I can get the best ones early in the morning; by mid day the birds will be there.

Sometimes I think about jacking off while I’m alone and he is busy hunting but I feel embarrassed and never do. I’ve got used to not masturbating. I guess I had been doing it too often anyway.

I start to gather some berries when I here Severus yelling at me, “I’m taking a dip.” It doesn’t surprise me anymore when he yells out suddenly.

After I gather the berries I head back to camp. I’m already setting up a boiling pot of water when Severus gets back.

His hair is dripping wet. I blush when I remember what Ron said about nothing sexier about wet breasts. I’ve come to the conclusion that there is nothing sexier then wet long hair dripping from a tall dark man.

He yawns and throws his dirty clothes to the side. We’ve made new clothes and pots out of the materials the Wondering Trout provided us.

A few days later ...

I get up and see Severus is gone. I wonder where he is so I go looking for him

Oh, I blush when I see he is naked; he’s taking a dip. I leave and hope he didn’t see me. It startles me when I notice that the sight of his body makes my cock hard. I decide that I may have to take my dip earlier then usual.

In the late afternoon we eat a dinner of fried fish spiced with the best herbs Severus has ever gathered. I think I’m getting used to this life, and though I miss my friends, I feel so much more at ease here then I have ever felt before.

I’m taking a bite of my fish when Severus throws a berry at me.

“What the….” Never in my life have I seen Severus be playful.

“Fly.” He answers.

“Fly! Well you could have…” He throws another berry at me, “Hey!”

“It’s still there.”

“I don’t see anything!”

“It’s right there.”

“Where?” I ask him a little angry.

“Right…” He throws another berry, “…there!”

I’m about to yell at him when I see the stupid fly. I swat at it and it leaves.

Severus is smirking and I sneer at him.

“What’s so funny!” I ask him. He points to my dirty shirt. Damn.

“Go bathe.” Severus smirks. Of course I listen. The water is getting colder everyday and I believe that we may have to soon start boiling our bath water.

When I come back Severus has our nightly fire going. It’s crackling and the warmth feels good against my cold and damp skin.

I lay down in the cloak that Severus gave me the first day we arrived and look at him while he gets settled for the night.

After a moment Severus mechanically says, “Goodnight.”

“ ‘night Se..Professor.” I reply cuddling into his cloak.

As I drift off to sleep I look at the notches on the tree. We’ve been here thirteen days.

TBC…