How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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Severus slipped back into his tent quietly and joined Harry on the bed. He watched the younger man sleep for a few minutes before he reached out one long finger and poked him in the tummy. When the green eyes stayed closed, but a small grin appeared on the tanned face, Severus poked again, this time starting to tickle him gently. With a giggle Harry rolled away and tried to burrow deeper in the blankets.


Severus smirked at the action and reached under the blanket and grabbed one sock clad foot pulling it out of hiding to tickle it unmercifully.


“Stop it Sev….” Harry giggled as he tried to pull his foot back to safety. In response Severus simply stripped off the sock and bit his instep lightly and then tickled his calf.


In a trice, Harry was flinging himself at his lover, trying to pin him to the bed as he got his fingers over his ribs, tickling back. Harry knew he was screwed; Severus was bigger and simply not as ticklish. Severus chuckled evilly at Harry’s attempts and easily rolled him under his larger body, careful of not putting pressure on Harry’s tummy.


Severus straddled Harry’s hips and sat on the younger man while he looked down at him and smirked.


“So what did you think you were going to do, brat?” he sneered as he reached one hand down and mussed Harry’s hair good. Harry stilled for a moment and gave him a mock glare as he thought of the best way to unseat the man from his hips. After a moment he gave an innocent smile to the smirking man and purred.


“Shut up and kiss me.”


Severus stopped what he was doing and looked down into green eyes, looking to see just what kind of mood his love was in. He knew that he himself wasn’t up to too awful much after last night and he hoped Harry would be happy with a good snog and a cuddle.


“A kiss you say? I suppose I can manage to give you one of my precious kisses,” he smirked as he leaned down to cover Harry’s soft mouth with his lips. As he was leaned over Harry, the younger man took advantage of him being off balance and twisted his body, toppling the older man onto the bed.


Now Harry was seated on his husband to be and leaning down over his body to cuddle close.


“Bratty Gryffindor.” Severus growled good naturedly as he wrapped his arms around the other man and pressed his face against the side of his neck. He took a deep breath and inhaled the healthy just awoke scent of Harry, he always smelled like sunshine and fresh air.


“Hmmmpfff.” Harry snorted as he wiggled around to get comfortable with his man. He pulled back for a moment and looked at Severus curiously.


“I woke up last night and you weren’t here, where were you?”


“I was with Grant and Damon, I ..I was having trouble sleeping and decided to bother them instead of you.” Severus said quickly as he remembered Damon putting him in the bed between him and his husband.


“You should of woke me up Sev, I fell asleep on you last night, I am so sorry.” Harry murmured as he trailed his tongue the shell of the other man’s ear, smiling as he felt him shudder at the contact.


“I thought you needed to rest, you looked so tired.” He answered as he deftly moved out of Harry’s range and sat up, “And now brat, you look hungry. Get up, let’s go feed the bump.”


Harry rolled his eyes and grunted as he sat up on the side of the bed and pulled the long nightshirt off over his head, tossing it to one side, he thought he just might wear it again tonight, it was comfortable. Severus handed some clothes to the now nude young man and turned to get himself dressed, he looked back quickly as he heard a sharp intake of Harry’s breath.


“What is it?” he asked as he knelt at Harry’s side, running his hands over his back in concern. He watched as the younger man gingerly felt between his thighs and then winced.


“Harry?”


“It’s okay Sev, just…feels weird.” Harry shrugged and slipped his undershorts on and then his shorts for the day.


“Do you want me to get Max?” Severus asked worriedly, afraid he might have pushed things too fast last night.


Harry quelled that idea with a glare and then pulled his tee shirt on over his head.


“I’m fine Sev, he doesn’t need to come look at my…..whatever the hell you want to call it.” He grumped and shoved his feet into his sandals and waited for Sev to lace his boots up.


“I really hope Ron has his head out of his arse today, I don’t know how much of that mouth I can take.” The young wizard groaned as he stood up and made his way to the opening in the tent, pulling it back to find Ron standing there waiting for him, his face blushing a deep red at what he’d overheard his friend say.


Harry stopped short for a moment and thought about apologizing, but then changed his mind. Ron had never once apologized when he’d said nasty hurtful things about Severus since he and Harry had been a couple. Harry looked his friend in the eye for a moment, feeling Severus stand behind him with his hand on his shoulder.


“So how about it Ron, is your head still up your arse?” Harry asked with a snort of derision as he crossed his arms and gave his oldest friend a baleful glare.


“I came to apologize to you both Harry. I’ve been wrong and I admit it. I was just worried after all the shite you went through with Morgan.” Ron said as he gave an interested look at the toes of Harry’s sandals.


Harry stared at him for a long moment and turned his head to gauge the reactions of his lover. When he saw that Severus was nodding his head and watching Ron, he decided that if Sev could forgive, so could he. He reached out and lightly punched his bigger friend in the chest.


“Just don’t do it anymore, okay?”


“No problem Harry. I really am sorry Severus.”


“I understand Ron, only a good friend would step so foolishly into my path and have the nerve to stand up to me.” Severus said as he gently pushed Harry along toward where there was food waiting.


“Move Harry, the bump needs food.”


“Bump?” Ron said in confusion as he followed along.


“For some reason Sev is calling the baby, the bump,” Harry answered rolling his eyes as a glass of orange juice was forced into his hand.


Hermione joined them then and watched the two friends laughing again before she said anything.
“Damon said something about going to an Indian reservation today Ron, I would love to go along and see how they do things. Damon also said that if Grant rode with Harry and Severus in the truck, that I could ride with him on his motorcycle.


“Oi now Mione, a woman doesn’t belong on one of those things.” Ron shot back, it was plain as day that he was only jealous because he wanted a ride as well. Severus smirked at him and set down his cup of coffee.


“Help me unload my bike Ron, and I’ll let you ride with me, Grant can drive the truck.”


“Brilliant. Thanks a lot Professor.” Ron enthused as he tucked into his breakfast and chatted happily with everyone else.