Know Who I Am

~

“Harry? Harry!”

Harry grumbled and opened his eyes to see who was yelling. He looked straight into Hermione’s face. He smiled for a moment, and then he remembered where he was.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned, as he felt a warm, firm body curled around his and realized Hermione was looking at him through the fireplace.

He was still in Severus’ quarters. Hell, in a bed in the living room with Severus! And now Hermione knew.

Hermione saw the panicked look on his face and smiled. “Relax, Harry.” she said. “I figured you were there when I looked for you in your quarters and you were missing.” Her face gentled. “I’m glad you and Severus hit it off,” she said softly. “He was lonely, too. You two will be good together.”

“What time is it?” Harry asked, still panicking.

“It’s the middle of the morning,” she said. “I covered for you at breakfast with Dumbledore, but I suspect he knows, too.”

Harry groaned. The old man knew everything. Hell, he probably knew that this would happen yesterday when he had given Harry that odd advice. Harry opened his mouth to ask some more questions, but then yelped as he felt Severus’ hand move under the sheet and settle over his half hard cock.

Wet kisses were being sucked into his neck and, as his eyes rolled back into his head, he heard Hermione laugh wickedly.

“Well, you two look busy,” she said. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thanks, Hermione,” Severus rasped, his head poking up from behind Harry’s and looking at her face in the fire. “Tell Albus that I need to postpone our noon meeting until tomorrow, would you?”

Grinning, Hermione nodded and closed the connection.

“Good morning, lover,” Severus murmured softly into Harry’s ear.

He could forgive Harry’s inarticulate response, since he was doing his best to distract him. Grinning slyly, Severus slowly stroked his lover’s rapidly firming flesh, smiling at the sighs and groans that issued from his lips.

Harry flexed his hips, pushing his cock into the tight channel so conveniently provided for it, panting as he got closer and closer to his release. He trembled on the brink of orgasm as Severus whispered hot, dirty things to him, all the while sucking tender kisses into his neck.

“Yes, that’s right, luv,” he whispered, watching Harry’s heavy lidded eyes flutter as he stroked him to completion. “You look amazing! So hot. Want to watch you come. Come for me now, Harry.”

White hot heat flashed through Harry as he exploded in rhythmic bursts over Severus’ hand. When he came to, he felt a thick, hot cock poking him in the back. Shifting, he turned over to look the older man in the eye and smiled.

“You seem a bit uncomfortable now, Severus,” he said. “Need some help with that?” He slipped under the sheets and swallowed Severus in one smooth move that had the Potions master gasping.

Severus moaned at the sensation of his hard prick being encased in hot velvet. He clutched at the sheets reflexively and they slid down Harry’s back, revealing him to the Severus’ gaze. The sight of those soft, red lips wrapped around his thick cock was almost more than Severus could bear. Touching his lover’s cheek tenderly, Severus started whimpering.

“Merlin, you’re amazing,” he breathed, as Harry slipped almost the entire way off to twirl his tongue around the tip and to probe at the sensitive slit.

Soon Severus was babbling. “Yes... gods yes! Suck it.... Oh, how you look with my cock in your mouth.... made for this... so good...”

Harry sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing out with the pressure of his suction. When he felt Severus was on the edge, he looked up into his eyes and, holding his lover’s gaze, he slid all the way down and hummed.

Severus’ head flew back so fast it hit the bed with a thump. He arched up into Harry’s mouth and screamed as he emptied himself down the rippling throat. Harry collected every drop.

Finally he crawled back up Severus’ body and kissed him deeply, sharing his musky essence with him. Severus moaned as his taste, mingled with that of Harry, exploded on his tongue.

As the two came up for air, Harry grinned.

”Well,” he said. “Time for a shower, don’t you think?”

~

Harry argued it would save time and water to join his new lover in the shower. After all, he explained to Severus, they had both just come, so it was unlikely that they would be ready again so soon.

And that theory held up, until he got his first look at his lover standing under steaming hot water, the droplets sliding down his muscled back and over the smooth globes of his exquisitely shaped buttocks.

Harry got hard so fast he has to put a hand against the tile wall to steady himself. Last night had been quick and passionate, and he hadn’t gotten a good look at his new lover’s body. Now faced with the reality of a wet, buff Severus, Harry realized he had some exploring to do.

Severus slowly rubbed soap into his skin, savoring the feel of the hot water pounding against him and soothing his aching flesh. He was hoping that Harry would help him wash his back, and maybe his hair. Severus loved having his hair washed. It was the most hedonistic sensation.

Harry stepped up behind him and rubbed his erection into the small of Severus’ back. The older man paused, and then smiled.

“I thought you said this would be a simple shower?” he said softly, allowing his body to curve against Harry’s.

Harry took the sponge from his lover and, reaching around him, poured more soap into it. Running the soapy material over Severus’ skin, he smiled at the sigh of appreciation that came from his lover’s lips.

“It will,” he said. “I’ll wash you, then you’ll wash me. It’ll be very simple.”

“Mmm, but not so quick, I suspect,” Severus replied, his last words ending on a moan as Harry abandoned the sponge and slid his hands into the Potion master’s hair to scrub.

“I think we both need a nice long shower to get all the dirt off, don’t you?” Harry said.

“I have no objections to that.” Severus gasped as Harry stepped in closer and made him bend over so he could get a better grip on his hair.

Harry sucked a kiss into his lover’s shoulder and kept massaging the shampoo into his scalp, smiling at the groans of pleasure emanating from Severus’ lips.

As he washed, he looked his fill at his lover’s fine body. The man probably had the best arse he had ever seen, and having played professional Quidditch, Harry had seen a LOT of fine arses.

As Harry rinsed the soap from his lover’s hair, he stepped even closer so that his legs were between Severus’ spread ones.

“Now to take care of the rest of you,” Harry whispered, causing an anticipatory shiver to run down Severus’ back.

Harry saw his reaction and felt an answering shudder run through him. There was still one place he had not tasted the older man, and he intended to do that now.

“Bend over, luv,” Harry said. “Hold onto the wall if you need to.”

Severus obeyed and then gasped as he felt Harry’s lips slide down his back towards the twin globes of his ass. He felt the thud as Harry’s knees hit the floor and then the lips hovered for a moment as if debating. Just when Severus thought Harry was backing away, a swipe of a wet tongue told him otherwise. Intense pleasure spiraled through him and his hips bucked backwards towards that seeking tongue.

The sound that Severus made when Harry laved the entrance to his body with his tongue was the most delicious thing he had ever heard, Harry decided. So Harry set out to hear more of it. The tip of his tongue played with the little rosette until it seemed to be trying to grasp him and pull him in.

Severus had never felt anything like this before. There were no words left in him, it was all feeling, and all he knew was he wanted more. More wet, almost prehensile tongue pushing inside him, more slurping noises, more of Harry’s hands holding him open, splitting him apart.

Severus moaned in disappointment when Harry pulled back, but his cock jumped when he heard him whisper, “ Accio oil!” and a jar of scented oil flew into the shower. With his Seeker’s instincts, Harry caught it easily, and then the tongue came back and Severus was squirming again, writhing as the pleasure spiked.

The tongue was replaced with an oily finger, and Severus’ back arched at the sensation. Harry moved the finger around, brushing against a nub of nerve endings that had Severus screaming.

“Harry! Please... Merlin, please fuck me....”

“Soon, luv,” Harry promised, as he slid another greasy finger inside the writhing man in front of him. “Soon, baby.”

Harry was panting, and his cock was rock hard and throbbing as he watched Severus try to fuck himself onto his fingers. He slipped a third in, and Severus moaned louder.

Harry stood up, keeping his fingers moving in Severus’ arse, and then he pulled them out quickly and roughly slicked his cock. Severus barely had a chance to moan his disappointment before the tip of Harry’s erection was nudging his hole.

Severus growled as Harry teased him for a moment by rubbing his leaking cock over the place that ached for it, and then he was in him and Severus’ eyes rolled back into his head.

Harry slid in slowly, almost passing out from the tight heat that was enveloping him. “Gods, so tight, Severus,” he gasped, pushing steadily to make a place inside the older man for himself.

It was all too slow for Severus, and with another growl he rammed himself back onto Harry, surprising a shout from the DADA professor.

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

Well, that was certainly clear enough, Harry thought and then all thought fled as Severus writhed on his cock. Harry set up a punishing rhythm that had the two men panting loudly. As his balls slapped against that sweet arse, Harry babbled. “Fuck. So tight. Gods! Severus you’re... Merlin, you’re good at this... so sexy...”

Severus grunted at each thrust. His cock was painfully hard and he wanted Harry to wank him as he fucked him, but he had no words to ask. He pulled one of his hands, that had been flat against the wall, back and grabbed one of the Harry’s hands that was clutching at his hips tightly. Harry got the idea quickly when Severus pulled it around to his prick and started stroking.

They didn’t last long. After perhaps six strokes, Severus swelled and spasmed in long pulses over their combined hands, his arse contracting rhythmically around Harry’s cock that was embedded inside him. Harry followed immediately, shouting his release as he spurted what felt like his soul into his lover.

The two men fell over, their legs unable to hold them up, Harry’s arms wrapped around Severus tightly. They lay for long moments on the floor panting, warm water flowing over them.

Suddenly, Severus started laughing softly.

“What is it?” Harry asked, smiling.

“Do you realize we’re only half finished?” the older man asked. “I still have to wash you!”

~

Harry stood quietly under the spray of warm water as Severus carefully rubbed the soapy sponge over him. The two men were quiet, each enjoying the silent presence of the other.

Harry was happy, sated in fact. He liked Severus. A lot. And he knew he wanted to explore this relationship further. Actually, he suspected he was falling a bit too fast and it scared him. It was one thing to have a crush, but his feelings now were tinged with some deeper emotions that he had no idea what to do with.

He had an idea that Severus felt the relationship was worth pursuing, but he was in no hurry to pin his lover down on that point right now. Let’s just keep it simple, Harry decided, closing his eyes as Severus hit a particularly sensitive spot on his back. Today was for relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.

Severus had potions lessons to prepare, but he had not been Hogwarts’ Potions master for several years for nothing. He could teach his first six weeks of classes in his sleep if he had to. And I might have to, he thought as he washed Harry’s back. I suspect I’ll be getting very little sleep for the next few weeks.

Feeling Harry’s body melt into his, Severus smiled to himself. Harry had to be the most responsive lover he had ever had, and Severus felt himself hoping that this would be more than a one time thing. He ruthlessly crushed that thought. Take it as it comes, he admonished himself sternly.

Turning Harry towards him once more, Severus smiled into his new lover’s green eyes and performed a final rinse of his body. Harry had stood quietly in his arms, letting the older man move him as he willed.

“Don’t tell me I wore you out?” Severus teased, as he turned off the water and pulled Harry out of the stall to dry him.

Harry shook his head and then yawned, making Severus laugh.

“Come lie down with me?” Harry whispered.

Severus glanced at the clock. It said lunchtime, but despite the fact that they had both missed breakfast, neither man felt inclined to leave the sanctuary of Severus’ rooms for mere food.

Smiling, Severus took Harry’s hand and led him to his bed.

~

His breathing hitched as his lover oh so slowly pumped his cock.

“This is payback isn’t it?” Severus whispered, as Harry steadily fondled him. The bright afternoon sun was streaming in and the two men lay in a golden pool of sunlight, lazily exploring each other. Never mind that the sun could only be an illusion in a dungeon room, it was enough for them.

“Mmmm,” Harry said. “Not really. You just look so good when I do this,” he continued. He added a little twist to his stroke when he reached the top of the pre-come slicked prick in his hand, and Severus’ breath became shorter.

Severus’ mouth fell open as he moaned at the slow buildup Harry was forcing on him. “I didn’t think I could come so many times in a day,” he groaned, as more pre-come seeped from his cock.

“This might be a record for me as well,” Harry murmured, as he nibbled on the earlobe in front of him.

They had done just about everything that day, Harry was convinced, short of hanging from the ceiling to have sex, and the day was not over yet. It didn’t seem as if either man was in a hurry to go anywhere. There was very little sense of urgency, so Harry took his time and explored his new lover thoroughly. There seemed to be plenty of time to bond before the outside world came crashing in.

For a moment Harry wondered what Ron and Hermione were thinking. After all, he had virtually disappeared, taking the Hogwarts Potions master with him... but then he dismissed them from his mind. Hermione had set them up, so she obviously thought it was a good idea.

When he would look back at that afternoon, Severus would recall the idyllic haze under which everything seemed to fall. The sense of being cherished, worshipped, was palpable in everything Harry did, every touch, every whispered word. The two men touched each other everywhere and anywhere. Harry seemed to be trying to absorb Severus’ essence though his very pores.

At about two o’clock, Dobby showed up with a late lunch, apparently at Dumbledore’s insistence if the house-elf’s babbling could be believed. The men fed each other slowly, carefully, before the urge to make love overwhelmed them once more.

“Insatiable,” Severus teased, as Harry’s hands and lips roamed his skin, licking randomly.

“Not my fault,” Harry muttered against the sensitive skin of his lover’s stomach. “You’re too sexy to resist.”

“You’re a bit biased, I think,” Severus said, biting back a moan as Harry nuzzled his belly button and then flirted with it using his tongue.

“Maybe,” Harry conceded, biting his way back up Severus’ chest.

“Did you think about this before?” Severus asked, almost dreading the answer.

“You mean when I was a student here?” Harry asked, nuzzling his neck.

“Yes,” Severus bit out, as Harry licked behind his ear, and then trailed back down to his chest.

“Sometimes,” Harry said. “I fantasized about you, but I never thought it would happen. This is better than anything I ever thought about.”

“Mmm. I have to confess, I thought about what it might be like with you,” Severus said softly, breath hitching when Harry’s tongue lapped at his nipple. “But I never dreamed it could happen either. I’m glad you’re here with me now.”

Harry froze for a moment, and then surged up to give Severus a deep, hot kiss. By the end of it the older man was breathless and smiling.

“What?” he murmured when Harry released his mouth. “As if you couldn’t tell I’m glad to be with you. I’m even missing a meeting with Dumbledore for you.”

Pulling back slightly, Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, such a sacrifice,” he whispered against Severus’ lips.

Severus chuckled and ran his fingers lightly up Harry’s spine, making the younger man shiver in reaction.

“Well, it’s a good thing we both took the day off, then,” Harry said, running his hands through Severus’ silky hair. “It lets me show you how glad I am to be here, in bed with you, Severus.”

The older man’s eyes locked with his lover’s emerald green ones. Eyes filled with laughter and happiness and another emotion that he dared not name. Severus could hardly credit it. Pulling the younger man back to him, he simply held on for dear life.

~

“Do you think we should go to dinner with the faculty tonight?” Harry asked a bit later as he played with Severus’ hair. He loved the texture, he decided, as he watched the dark strands slide through his fingers.

“Think you can keep your hands off me long enough?” the older man said, smiling as he leaned into the touch.

“Why do I have to?” Harry asked teasingly.

“You don’t,” Severus said. “It just might be a bit distracting for everyone if, when we get to dinner, you end up throwing me on top of the table to fuck me though it.”

“Ooh, kinky!” Harry laughed. “And not a bad idea...” He trailed off as Severus gave him a look. “What? I was kidding, you know.”

Severus rolled his eyes.

Harry chuckled and then glanced at the clock.

“It IS almost dinner time,” he said. “And it might be nice to let Hermione and Dumbledore know we’re um... ok.”

“This time we should take separate showers, then,” Severus said firmly.

“What? You didn’t have fun the last time we took a shower together?” Harry asked, arching his brow.

Severus sat up and turned to look at his lover. “I had a LOT of fun,” he said huskily, causing Harry’s groin to tighten, “but we’ll never make it to dinner if we take as long this time around.”

Harry leaned forward and caught the tempting lips in front of his in a deep kiss. After a few intense moments, they pulled apart and Severus whimpered into Harry’s mouth.

“You’re right,” Harry whispered. “So I better go back to my quarters and take a quick shower and get dressed. I’ll be back in a few.”

Severus nodded, settling back to watch as Harry climbed out of bed and pulled his rumpled robe on. Snatching up the rest of his clothes, which were scattered around the room, he turned and saw his lover, arms folded behind his head, simply gazing at him. Harry smiled.

“If you’re still naked when I get back, I’m not responsible for us not making it out of here,” he said softly.

Severus simply waved him on. “I’m old,” he said. “It’ll take me a minute to get up the energy to get back into the shower.”

Harry laughed and slipped out of the room. A few seconds later, Severus heard his front door open and close softly.

Collapsing back onto the bed, Severus stretched and sighed contentedly for a moment before getting up to walk slowly into the bathroom. He chuckled when his mirror whistled and called him “sexy” as he walked by.

~

Harry was humming happily as he slipped into his room. He threw his clothes in the general direction of the corner, and started taking off his robe to get into the shower.

“About time you came home,” a sardonic voice said from the corner. “He must have been really good.”

Harry had his wand out and was pointing it before he was conscious of doing so.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and resolved into a familiar face.

“Draco?” Harry gasped, lowering his wand.

The blond man smiled and spread his hands to show he was unarmed. “Great reflexes as always, Harry,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” Harry said, lowering his wand and smiling a welcome.

Draco shrugged. “I knew you took the DADA job, so I figured I’d look in on you and see how things are going. But then you couldn’t be found by owl or Floo, so I got worried and figured I’d better come down here to check on you.”

“How’d you get into my quarters?” Harry asked.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Please, Harry. Give me some credit. We did live together for several months. I know how your mind works well enough to unravel your wards.”

“Well, it’s good to see you,” Harry said. “Are things okay with Blaise?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re great. I think I’m going to propose soon,” Draco said shyly.

“Draco! That’s great!” Harry said, pulling his friend into a hug.

Wrinkling his nose, Draco pulled away and sat in an armchair, waving Harry away. “Ugh! You need to take a shower. You reek. If anyone didn’t know what you’d been doing from looking at you, they’d know by the smell!”

Harry grinned and, sticking his tongue out at his friend, walked into the bathroom to bathe. Draco heard the sound of water start up a few moments later.

Harry washed quickly, trying not to think of how Severus had looked in the shower... all sleek and toned and wet.... Harry rolled his eyes. He was pathetic and he had it bad. He could not wank off in the shower with Draco in the other room; he would not feel right about that.

Jumping out of the shower and drying off fast, he grabbed the first thing his hands found and dressed. A quick run of his fingers through his hair, and he was ready to go.

“So who were you with, Harry?” Draco asked, as Harry emerged from his bedroom.

Harry blushed. “What makes you think I was with anybody?” he said.

Draco grinned. “Well, let’s see,” he said slyly. “You come in smelling like sex, you’re naked under your robe, you haven’t been home since yesterday afternoon... It doesn’t take a detective to figure this out, Harry.”

Harry opened his mouth to spill his guts to Draco, and then shut it. A chill came over him as he realized that he and Severus hadn’t discussed whether they were going to be “out” or not.

Draco took pity on him when he saw the confusion on his face. “It’s okay, Harry. I’ll figure it out myself, don’t worry.” He grinned wickedly. “It’s not as if you’ll be able to curb your touchy feely tendencies.”

“I am not that touchy feely,” Harry protested.

Draco snorted. “Whatever, Potter,” he said. “Since I’m here anyway, I might as well stay for dinner before I go back. Do you mind if we stop at Snape’s before we go to dinner? I want to see him.”

Oh crap, Harry thought. I’m supposed to go get Severus for dinner.... well, this will take care of that, I suppose.

Harry nodded and the two men set out down the hallway towards Severus’ quarters.

~

Severus also took a quick shower. He had to work really hard not to get an erection just from walking into his bathroom. As it was, he was half hard by the time he got dressed. He sat to wait for Harry to return.

When the knock came, he frowned for a moment as he sensed two people at the door, puzzled until he recognized their auras.

Smiling, Severus opened the door to look at the two handsome men standing there.

“Hello, Draco,” he said. “It has been a long time. It’s good to see you.”

Draco stared in shock at the young man looking at him. It was Severus, only... not. Same black eyes, same black hair, much better teeth... he couldn’t credit it. “Severus, is that you?” he said.

Severus smiled. “It’s me. This is how I really look. I know you probably thought I looked even worse under the glamor, but this is how I really look.”

“Damn,” Draco muttered, and then he smiled and stepped into the room. “I feel like I’m meeting a new person,” he said.

The older man smiled. “It’s still me, Draco, “ he said.

Draco seemed to shake himself and then he smiled. “Well, then, Severus,” he said. “I came to check on Harry and figured I would stay at Hogwarts for dinner. Want to come up with us?”

Severus smiled and opened the door wider. “Of course,” he said, eyes lingering briefly on Harry. “Why don’t you both come in for a moment and then we can go.”

Turning to Harry, Severus couldn’t help the softening of his features and his tone. “Come in, Harry,” he said.

Draco’s eyes narrowed and his keen eyes saw Harry touch Severus’ arm lightly as he entered the room.

The lovers froze as they saw Draco, arms akimbo, staring at them. Slowly he smiled.

“Well, well. Who would have thought?” he asked, shaking his head.

Severus raised an eyebrow and tried to give his intimidating look. “What are you talking about?” he asked coolly.

Draco snorted. “Don’t even try ‘the look’ with me, Severus.” he said. “It hasn’t worked since I was eleven, and it won’t work now. Especially not the way you look now. You two are together.”

Severus stepped closer to Harry as if to shield him from hurt. “Yes,” he said simply. “And what of it?”

“I think it’s great, “ Draco said, grinning. “I’m happy for you both. Now that I think about it, I can’t think of two more compatible people.”

Harry released a breath that he hadn’t even realized that he had been holding. He very much wanted his friends to approve of him and Severus. Since Hermione had practically been responsible for them getting together, he figured he was safe there. But what about Dumbledore? And the rest of the staff, like Neville? And what about Ron? How did Ron really feel?

Severus saw the immediate panic receding from his lover’s eyes, then he sensed the new tension. “We’ll take it as it comes, Harry,” he said softly, placing his hand over Harry’s where it was still touching his arm. “Let’s just get through dinner first.”

Dinner? Crap, that’s right, they still had dinner. With the staff. Harry really wanted to just skip the whole thing and stay here. He was comfortable here. Really.

Draco watched the interplay with interest. This had been a surprising day for him. First, Severus had practically been transformed into a new person. A person who was dating Harry Potter! Draco was even more shocked to think of his Godfather, his young, attractive Godfather no less, as being capable of being in a romantic relationship with anyone, but he obviously was. His happiness shone from his face, from his demeanor around Harry, and Draco was genuinely pleased for them.

“Is it really so bad if people know?” Severus whispered.

Harry smiled sweetly at him, Draco forgotten. “No,” he said. “I want the world to know.” Leaning in, Harry gave Severus a soft kiss.

Severus responded by pulling Harry into his arms and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into the warm agile mouth.

Clearing his throat after a few moments, Draco smirked when the two men pulled apart and turned towards him, as if surprised he was still there. “And they will, Harry.” he said. “Believe me, they will. All they have to do is see you two together in the same room.”

“That obvious?” Harry said, blushing as his arm snaked around Severus’ waist.

“Just a bit,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“How did you know before we told you though, Draco?” Harry asked.

“Easy,” his friend replied. “Severus never lets anyone touch him. But you touched his arm as you came in and he didn’t even flinch.”

Grinning at the shell-shocked look on his friends faces, he walked towards the two men. “C’mon. Time to go face your public,” he said wickedly, as he opened the door and walked into the dungeons hallway.

Harry and Severus looked at each other, shrugged and followed him out the door, walking hand in hand.

~

As they approached the dining hall, chatting idly, Harry struggled to remain calm, but Severus could sense his partner’s anxiety.

“Will you be all right?” he whispered under his breath.

Harry nodded. Why was he even nervous? He knew most, if not all, of the people in the room would be supportive of him and Severus. This was not like coming out to the entire population of Hogwarts, after all, just the faculty who were in early. Plus, his friends knew and approved, and that was the important thing. Harry smiled up at Severus, grateful for the show of concern.

The three men walked into the Faculty Dining Hall. Dinner here was generally a casual affair, and people usually ate whenever they felt like it. Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron were chatting at a large table when they walked in, and Hermione waved them over as soon as they walked in.

“Draco! What a surprise,” she said, smiling a welcome. “It’s been ages!”

One of the most shocking things to have happened, in Harry’s book, was the change in the relationship between Hermione and Draco. They had gone from bitter enemies to friends over the course of their seventh year at Hogwarts. Being Head Boy and Head Girl together had probably done a lot to foster that, as had the War, when they had fought side by side against the Death Eaters.

Draco leaned over and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek, then he gravely shook Ron and Dumbledore’s hand. Ron rolled his eyes.

“What’s the matter, Weasel?” Draco asked teasingly. “Upset that your wife’s getting some attention?”

Ron laughed. “Whatever, Ferret. It is good to see you though. How’s business?”

“It’s going pretty well, actually,” Draco said modestly.

Harry snorted. That translated to “I’m making money hand over fist.”

Draco had inherited the considerable Malfoy fortune when his father had died during the war, and, instead of becoming a man of leisure, he seemed determined to become the richest wizard in the world. He had opened several lucrative wizarding sports shops and had recently started buying Quidditch franchises. Harry was convinced that no small part of Ron’s change of heart was due to Draco’s ownership of the Chudley Cannons and the free box seat tickets he often provided for his friends.

As Ron and Draco started talking sports, Hermione smiled speculatively at Harry and Severus as they began eating ravenously.

“I guess you two have been doing something to boost your appetites,” she said under her breath so that only Harry could hear it.

He choked and then kept right on eating, deciding to ignore her.

“Are you settled into your rooms then, Harry?” Dumbledore asked solicitously, although Harry wondered what the old guy had up his sleeve. His eyes were simply twinkling too much.

“They seem fine, sir,” Harry replied politely.

“And how would you know?” Severus muttered under his breath.

Harry choked again.

“Are you all right, my boy?” Dumbledore asked. “You seem to be having difficulty with your meal.”

“I’m just fine, sir.”

“Good! Good.”

Ron and Draco were deep in their favorite argument about the Cannons versus the Holyhead Harpies, and Hermione was watching with barely concealed amusement.

“Just one thing, my boy,” Dumbledore continued. “Do not be surprised if your rooms... shift a bit before you get settled.”

Harry froze with his fork half way to his mouth. “Shift?” he asked, putting down his utensil.

“Yes... This castle has a way of anticipating ones’ needs and providing them even before you can articulate them. The room of requirement is not the only such adjustable room here. You wouldn’t know about that because, as a student, your quarters were spelled to stay the same, but the rest of the castle, especially faculty quarters, can be somewhat... flexible.”

“So when I go back my quarters might be rearranged?”

“Mmm yes... or one room may be smaller or larger, just depending on what the castle sees as your needs.”

Harry wondered if he would even have quarters when he got back. Maybe his rooms would just fold themselves into Severus’.... He allowed himself a moment to contemplate moving in with Severus, until Hermione chimed in.

“Glad to be back, Harry?” she asked. “It looks like you’re happy, to be back. You’re smiling.”

“Yes, I am glad,” he admitted. “And I... I guess I’m just curious to see what arrangement of my rooms the castle comes up with,” he said, a big grin still on his face.

Severus was staring at him, so Harry quickly ducked his head and resumed eating. Maybe he could broach the topic in a few weeks with his new lover. Their second day together was probably not the time to start getting all domestic. Still, if the castle itself suggested it....

“Hey, Harry!” Ron was trying to get his attention from across the table. “Who do you think will win the championships this year? Cannons or Harpies?”

Harry grinned and threw himself into the Quidditch discussion with alacrity.

~

“Severus. May I speak with you a moment?”

Harry’s head turned around curiously when he heard Dumbledore’s request. The Potions master had been on his way to the door when Dumbledore had called him back. Both he and Harry had paused and turned around.

“I just need to speak with Severus, Harry. Will you excuse us?”

“Of course, sir,” Harry said. “I’ll... um... I’ll just be heading back to my quarters then...”

Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling, as Harry turned away, suddenly lonely. Hermione came up beside him and tucked her arm through his. “Wanna come over to our place for a while?” she asked. “Draco’s coming over for a drink before he Apparates back to London.”

Harry nodded. “Sure, why not?” he said. He glanced at Severus as he left with Hermione, and saw his lover’s eyes following him. They had spoken loudly enough that he should have heard the conversation and should know where Harry was heading.

~

Severus watched Harry walk away with his friends and sighed. The Potion’s master couldn’t believe that in such a short time his life had changed this much. He had already been mentally rearranging his quarters to make room for his young lover, until he realized that they had not discussed anything beyond dinner this evening.

Dumbledore cleared his throat gently, bringing Severus back to the present. “I realize that you have other things on your mind, my boy,” he said, “but we have a few critical things to discuss, one of which involves Harry.”

Severus nodded. Yes they did, and the sooner they were dealt with, the sooner he could get back to his lover.

~

Harry was distracted. Hermione, Ron and Draco were entertaining, and he generally had fun with them, but tonight he was not focused on his interactions with them at all.

After a few abortive attempts to draw Harry into the conversation, Hermione gave up, exasperated. She simply let him sit and brood on her couch as she and the others chatted around him.

When the knock sounded at the door, Harry jumped. Hermione smiled at him and waved her wand, opening the door.

Severus stood there, looking delectable. He walked in and smiled at Harry, who stood up and walked over to him. “Everything okay?” he asked.

Severus nodded. “We just had to discuss some things related to upcoming classes,” he said. “And I did miss my meeting this morning.”

Harry blushed. Yes, he remembered that.

“Ready to go?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded.

“Are you going to stay for a drink, Severus?” Hermione asked, already knowing the answer.

“Thank you, no,” he said, “I need to get back to my quarters. But I will walk Harry back, if he’s ready.”

Draco snorted. “I think you know the answer to that,” he said softly, but loudly enough to be audible to both Harry and Severus.

The Potions master ignored him, and Harry tried to send him a glare even as he blushed brighter.

Hermione took pity on them.

“Goodnight,” she said and, rising from her seat, she hugged them both.

Ron was already yawning, and so Draco stood up to prepare to Apparate.

“It’s time for me to get back as well,” he said. “Blaise is probably waiting for me.”

Walking over to the pair, he grinned and said,” Take care of each other.”

With a wink, the blond asked Ron to walk him to the front of the school from where he could Apparate, and the redhead agreed. The two set off down the hallway, still arguing about Quidditch teams.

Hermione watched them go, smiling fondly. Then, turning back to Harry and Severus, she grinned. “Well?” she said. “What are you waiting for? Goodnight!”

She shoved them out the door and shut it in their face.

Smiling, Harry took Severus’ hand, and the two went back to their dungeon.

~

As they neared Severus’ rooms, Harry started to get nervous. Was it presumptuous of him to assume that they would spend the night together again? He glanced at Severus’ face, and it was set and closed. No emotion leaked through. Harry didn’t know what to do. This was all new to him.

“Are you staying with me tonight?” Severus asked softly, his voice cool.

“If... if that’s okay,” Harry answered.

A brief smile touched Severus’ lips. “That is more than okay, Harry,” he said. “I just didn’t want to assume anything.”

Relieved, Harry stepped closer to his lover. “Assume all you want,” he said huskily. “But, if you don’t mind, I’ll go and get some things from my quarters and then I’ll join you here,” he said, eyes trained on Severus’ lips.

The Potions master nodded, and Harry reached up and brushed a quick kiss against his mouth. “See you soon,” he whispered.

Backing up, he smiled and took off at a run for his quarters.

Severus shook his head and turned to his door. Muttering the password, he entered and started to remove his robe. His fingers paused when he saw the room had been reconfigured.

“What the...?” He bit back a curse as he saw that the room had somehow gotten bigger and there were new bookshelves. He looked closely at the new book titles. Durmstrang: A History? Quidditch Through the Ages? The Tao of the Chudley Cannons? What the...? How had these books ended up in his quarters?

A possible answer suddenly hit him, and Severus almost staggered. He stepped back and walked briskly into the room that used to be his bedroom.

It was still a bedroom, but it was definitely rearranged. The bed was now larger, about double the size, with a combination of green, gold and red hangings that was surprisingly attractive. There were two wardrobes side by side and, as Severus hesitantly opened one, he saw several robes that were not this. He certainly did not have maroon and gold Gryffindor robes anywhere in his home. At least he hadn’t before.

He was still trying to catalogue all the changes, when he heard a sound at the door and he turned to see Harry looking around the room. Harry spread his hands helplessly.

“I... my quarters are gone,” he said softly. “There was just a blank wall there.”

“Mmm. It appears that your things have relocated themselves here,” Severus said equally hesitantly.

“Severus, I’m sorry...” Harry started, only to be stopped.

“Don’t apologize, Harry,” the older man said. “This is probably all my fault. I had been imagining how wonderful it would be for you to move in here with me and the castle must have sensed that desire. I’m sure we can get it all back to the way it was...”

“You want me to live here with you?” Harry asked.

Severus froze. Damn, that had been a bit too much information.

“I would be happy if you did live here, Harry, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to...” The rest of his words were smothered by Harry’s tongue as it slid into his mouth.

Both men moaned as they explored each other. Harry’s fingers fumbled over the buttons on Severus’ robes and shirt as Severus slid long, nimble fingers into the waistband of Harry’s pants, caressing the sensitive skin there.

Pulling his mouth off of Severus’ to nuzzle his neck, Harry whispered, “Yes.”

Severus blinked. He couldn’t think with Harry’s fingers fondling his nipples, and his breath gusting against his cheek. “Wha..?” The word ended on a moan as Harry lightly bit his jaw and then soothed the spot with his tongue.

“Yes, I want to move in here with you. May I, please?”

Severus tried to regain enough control of his libido to answer coherently.

“Yes... Oh Gods!... Harry please...”

Harry smiled as he bit another kiss into Severus’ neck. “Brilliant,” he whispered. “Does that mean we can go to bed now?”

Severus growled and, grabbing Harry’s hand, led him to the bed. Pointing his wand in the general vicinity of the front door, he activated the wards and silencing spells, then tossed the wand onto a plush chair that he didn’t recall having before.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Harry murmured wickedly. He gasped as Severus banished their clothes and slid onto the bed and on top of Harry.

“Take that as a ‘fuck, yes’,” Severus said.

Moaning as their erections slid together, Harry sighed and gave himself up to pleasure.

~

“But why did it happen?” Harry was asking the next day over breakfast.

Their new dining area was quite cheerful, situated next to one of the simulated sunny windows. The two men appeared to be bathed in sunlight as they relaxed over breakfast. Harry kept sneaking long looks at his lover, who was temptingly displayed.

The house-elves had showed no surprise at the new arrangements, setting up breakfast with a minimum of fuss. They had even brought a combination of both their favorite foods.

Harry couldn’t stop smiling this morning, having woken up with Severus in what was now their bed. Even Severus was smiling and relaxed this morning, dressed casually in a green robe over loose sleep pants, sipping his tea and occasionally glancing over at Harry as if he couldn’t quite believe his luck.

“The castle responds to emotions and intentions, not just to words. I think that this happened because we both must have strongly wished for it,” Severus said. “And we both have to be experiencing the same type of emotions.”

“Does that mean you... you love me?” Harry asked softly.

“I... what?” Severus was surprised at the question.

“I only ask because I love you,” Harry explained, his eyes down and his hands nervously wringing in his lap. He hadn’t meant to ask so baldly, but the time had seemed right, and he simply had to know.

Taking a deep breath, Severus answered, his eyes trained on Harry’s face. “Yes. I would say that this means that I love you,” he admitted.

Harry looked up, his eyes glittering with emotion. Standing up, he walked around the table, holding his lover’s dark gaze as he approached him. Smiling, he proceeded to sit in Severus’ lap, making the older man adjust with a grunt.

“Thank you,” Harry said, smiling brilliantly and reaching up to kiss him deeply, his tongue conquering the sweet surfaces of his lover’s mouth.

“Are you happy?” Harry finally asked, snuggled comfortably into Severus’ chest.

The older man shrugged, his arms wrapped securely around his young lover. “I will admit to being happy that it happened.”

“Good. I am too,” Harry confirmed, reaching for another sweet roll, even as he balanced on Severus’ lap.

“Can’t wait to see what the students make of this, though,” Harry said as he ate. “And I wonder what Dumbledore will say?”

He felt Severus’ wince and smiled. The next few days were sure to be interesting. Reaching up, he kissed his lover again, this time straddling him to rock against him. Maybe he wouldn’t be too uptight if Harry just kept him distracted. And Harry had a plan to do just that.

~Fin