Death Eater Takes a Holiday

In a staff room, Arthur Weasley and his friend the
psychiatrist waited for word from higher authority on what to do next with the
Dursleys.

"I tell you, Arthur, I have never met a more
disagreeable person in my life. It’s really saying something that I, a doctor,
want to hex an unarmed woman."

Arthur Weasley nodded, sipping his tea. "A few of the
boys and I picked up Harry at his home somree ree or four years ago." He
shook his head at the memory of bursting through the Dursley's boarded up
fireplace. "Didn't go very well," he added.

"Not surprising, with her aversion to magic." The
door suddenly opened with great force. Arthur immediately recognized the Muggle
Relations specialist, who bore a look of panic.

"We have a problem!" she yelled even before the
door was fully open.

It didn’t take long to figure out which direction to go.
Dudley's voice could be heard bawling throughout the whole place.

"What did you freaks do to my mum?!" he bellowed
with enough force to have made Vernon proud. Petunia was on the floor
twitching. From the corner of her mouth, fizzing blue foam oozed down the side
of her face. The doctor was quickly given a chart to read through.

"What did you use to check for magical ability?"
he askee ase assistant who had administered the calming potions and truth
serums.

"Mrs. Dursley filled
out all the forms and had checked off the box stating she and her son were
muggles. Before giving the potion I did a quick scan for magical signature, and
found none."

"She's a squib," said a voice behind them. Albus
Dumbledore had arrived moments earlier. "If you'd done a simple Hengist
visual test, you would have seen that." The assistant paled when he
realized he'd given a potion that was specially formulated for muggles to
Petunia Dursley, and had caused a severe reaction. Immediately,y gay gave
Petunia the necessary potions to counter her reaction to the previous ones,
then sent her to St. Mungo’s for further treatment and observation.

"Hengist?” asked the young assistant, “I know I've
heard that name before…" he muttered, scratching his head.

"He's got his name on a wizard card," Albus
offered helpfully. The assistant's face lit up as he suddenly remembered.

Albus pulled a wrapped lemon drop from his pocket, waved his
wand over it, but the move apparently had no effect. "Tell me,
Dudley," Albus asked in a tone that had a bit of magic behind it and
calmed Dudley considerably, "what do you see in my hand?"

Dudley looked around the room, seeing all eyes were on him,
blinked a few times and said, "an old candy wrapper." A few people
recognized what he'd done. Everyone else in the room saw the candy, but Dudley,
who had no magic, could only see what Albus wanted him to. It was the same
spell that made Hogwarts look like a mouldering ruin to any muggle.

~'~'~'~'~'~'~

Harry had just finished signing his name to forms and
documents when Albus found him. He soon found himself being lead right back
into the secure room where he'd spoken to Remus. Now he, Remus and Albus were
waiting silently for the clerk who escorted them to leave the room. Harry
wasted no time to question the new development.

"Remus said when I finished with the forms, we would
wait for you back at my place. Can we go now?" He desperately wanted out
of there; he did not care in the least that he sounded like an impatient child
while speaking to Albus.

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"Something has come up that we need to discuss,"
Albus began slowly. Harry recognized the serious tone and the apologetic
expression on the elder wizard’s face. "Your aunt has taken ill and was
taken to St. Mungo's. She will be fine in a few days time."

"and…" Harry knew there had to be an 'and' or
Albus wouldn't look so grave.

"Your cousin cannot return home alone, having just lost
one parent and the other now in an unfamiliar wizarding facility."

"No," Harry said quietly, but firmly. "I will
not step foot into that house again," he was hurt that Albus would even
mention such a thing.

"I would not ask that of you Harry," nor would
Severus allow it, thought Albus. "I’m sure he will spend most his time
with his mother, but he cannot stay there overnight. With the exception of a
select few, most people here think the Dursleys are your loving family, and
assume that you will take your cousin in for this time. I merely wanted you to
know that I will have Minerva bring him to and from St. Mungo's to see his mother,
and that he will be staying with her for the next two days."

Harry shook his head 'no' before voicing it, needing to have
some control over this situation. School was in session; staying with Minerva
meant stg atg at Hogwarts. "Do I have a say in this?"

"Of course," assured Albus, sincerely.

"He can stay with me," said Harry, expressing
little to no emotion.

"Harry, I don't want you to think I'm manipulating you
into something you don’t want to do. We both know the press will be all over
this, but there is no reason for you to put yourself into a situation you are
not comfortable with. I only mention it because I know how you feel about
knowing what is going on with your family when it may effect you."

"What I'm not comfortable with, is that …" Harry
bit his lip to keep from saying the chosen adjective to describe is cousin.
"I don't want him stayingHogwHogwarts," in my home. Hogwarts
was his first real home that he could remember. It was a place he could go when
he needed to feel safe. He tried to sort his confusion. The new flat was his
home, too, but it didn’t feel the same. And while Dudley would be staying with
Minerva in a different part of the castle, it would still be too close.

Albus understood, knowing full well Harry would take in his
cousin, but also that Harry needed to make that decision himself.

~`~`~`~`~`~`~`

While preparing to return to his flat with his cousin, Harry
was grateful when Remus offered to join them. An additional person would help
keep the peace. Harry wasn't sure if Dudley was given a potion or spelled to be
calm, or maybe he was still in a state of shock. Harry himself was still acting
on autopilot to some extent.

Remus, Harry and Dudley arrived in front of 'Jennings
Antique Shoppe', Harry sighed just thinking about his cousin invading his
space.

"What are we doing here?" asked Dudley

"This is where I live," Harry was about to lead
them around back to where the steps were when Dudley pressed his face against
the glass window to have a look inside the shop.

"In a store?" he snarled incredulously. Harry was
sure he heard his cousin mutter 'freak'.

"No," Harry began with an even tone. "I live
above the store. Look, Dudley, I know this has pretty much been your worst day
ever, and I'll make sure you’re safe, but…" Harry paused to make sure he
was looking his cousin in the eye before he continued with a stern tone.
"While you are in my home, you will be respectful to me and my
friends."

Harry had matured a lot since Dudley saw him last. He wasn't
used to Harrcalmcalm, no-nonsense tone of voice. The only people that spoke to
him like that were his professors at Smeltings. He cared for them about as much
as he did his 'freak' cousin. He was grumbling and moaning about the long
flight of stairs when they reached the top and stopped again. Dudley looked up
in exasperation to see Harry's hand paused on the doorknob.

"You will be polite and respul, ul, or you will be…
asleep," Harry had to refrain from using his original choice of words.
Before Dudley could reply, Harry held up a hand to silence him. "Do you
hear something?" he directed his whispered question to Remus.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

"Albus opened your floo for Molly," explained
Remus. On opening the door, Harrund und it very comforting to come home to find
the air permeated with the scent of fresh baked bread. It was heartwarming to
find his friends had come, cooked food, and cleaned up. Harry had no experience
with this sort of thing, but he'd read something about it in his Wizarding
Culture class, yet a book could never truly explain some things.

They'd been at the Ministry building for so long and never
once thought about food, but now that he was home, suddenly surrounded by
comforting friends and great smells, his appetite returned tenfold.

When Harry finally made it through to the kitchen in a daze,
hardly remembering what he said to whom, Molly wrapped her arms around him.
After a great squeeze she released him, only to look him over critically.

"Harry, you look positively exhausted," she
exclaimed.

Fal>Feeling about as good as he looked, Harry plopped down in a
kitchen chair, gladly accepting a large glass of pumpkin juice. Introductions
were made, and Molly quickly had Dudley sitting down to a huge plate of food.
He wondered if she would have treated his cousin so kindly had he not just lost
his father. Probably not. Once they explained to Dudley there was no Coke to
drink in the house, and the orange colored juice was safe, he settled down and
tucked in.

Once fully fed, and having not been hexed, Dudley was more
comfortable with his surroundings. "So, this is where you live," he
looked around disdainfully. "Is it true what Mum says? You don't have a
job?"

Tired, and not in the mood, Harry didn't feel the need to
explain training and building a house to his cousin. Instead he took a sip of
his pumpkin juice, glancing back at Dudley with an expression of disgust. He
could point out that Dudley hadn't a job either, but then he was still in
school, having to repeat the last year. No, Harry was too mature for verbal
sparring with Dudley, who was in over his head even if he was too ignorant to
realize it.

"Maybe if you had a job, you wouldn't have to live in a
dump like this." The spell hit him before the smug look crossed his face.
The reverberation of the massive body hitting the floor quickly got everyone's
attention from the other room.

"What the bloody Hell was that?" shouted Fred as
he flew into the room. Their mother was drying a dish as if nothing had
happened. If anyone were to take a closer look at her seemingly passive face,
one could see a small smile curling her lips. Harry stepped over the huge mass
on his floor and exited the kitchen. When he heard Molly asking the twins to
levitate the sleeping muggle to another room, Harry called out, "anywhere,
but Not on my bed." a s a sigh, he sank into the sofa and wondered where
Ron had gone.

As if on cue, Ron and Hermione arrived by floo, entering the
room. Harry stood up to greet them, almost falling back down when Hermione
hugged him fiercely the moment she entered. "I'm srry,rry," he heard
her say softly. "Are you holding up all right?"

Harry shrugged. "It was nice to come home to a house
full of friendly faces. I wanted to just chill out, but I don't think that
would have been too easy with just my cousin here. I'm happy to have people
around to help me keep my head."

"Dudley? Here?" stammered Hermione. Ron looked
equally shocked.

"Yeah, it seems my aunt has been keeping her own dirty
little secret all these years. She had a violent reaction to the potions that
were made especially for muggles."
Harry grinned as he watched Hermione working through this new
information. "She's a squib," he added helpfully.

"You're having us on," said an amused Ron.
"That's rich, and to think she always called you the freak," he laughed
heartily.

"Sh spe spend a few days at St. Mungo's getting sorted
out. Meanwhile, I got Dudley Dearest," said Harry sarcastically.

The twins wandered over from where they'd been speaking with
Remus a moment earlier. "Harry, Remus told us about what happened at the
Ministry," Fred began.

"We'd be right devastated if anything happened to ickle
Ronnie . We. We're just glad you had your lover there to comfort you,"
mused George. Harry looked at them curiously as Fred held up the newspaper he'd
hid behind his back.

Hermione watched on as Harry and Ron read the headline and
the caption beneath the photo of the two of them in an emotional embrace.
"What?" she pleaded, wanting to know what was in the newspaper.
"Ron, are you OK?" she questioned when his ears turned red and the
paper began to shake in his hands.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron crumpled the paper and tossed
it into the fire, but it bounced back into the room, leaving a soot trail on
the floor, when Mr. Weasley suddenly arrived by floo. Hermione quickly snatched
it up to read, a giggle breaking out despite herself. "We should've chased
'im down, the bastard!" Ron angrrantranted about the photographer who took
their picture. "No one could have gotten in there, so it had to be an
employee making an extra galleon," Ron continued to rant about the
comments he would have to endure when he got back to work. The twins were
laughing so hard they were leaning on each other for support.

Hermione took the opportunity to sit down with Harry so they
could talk.

"Looks like the next couple of days are going to be
difficult," Hermione said softly.

"Yeah," Harry sighed. "It'll take at least
three days before Ron calms down, and the twins will be relentless," he
said casually.

Hermione scowled. "You know I wasn't talking about
Ron," she chided. "How are you holding up?"

"I feel like I'm at the movies watching all this and
it's not real," he saonesonestly. "I still can't get my mind around
the fact that Vernon is dead. I was so wrecked when I thought it was Ron. After
that, I was just so relieved I couldn't manage to feel much else. Plus, I was
so mad at Vernon for having caused Ron's death that now I can hardly feel bad
for him."

He wanted to see Severus, but wasn't going to say so. He
noticed his lover’s name had not come up and didn't want to breach that
conversation. He'd promised Severus in the past that he would not jump to
conclusions before talking to him. He didn't want to repeat what happened when
he thought Severus had raped Ron. A voice in his head was insisting that no
matter what Severus had to say, Vernon would still be dead. He still wasn't too
sure how he felt about that. While Harry pondered Severus, Hermione was
thinking about what Harry said about getting stuck with Dudley.

"Where is he?"

"Who, Sev?"

"No, your cousin. Is he here?"

Harry nodded. "I'm not sure where they put him."
Harry glanced at the twins, who were running from an irate Ron. "I guess I
should go see," he gestured for her to follow as he walked into his
bedroom. "There he is." He pointed to Dudley, having found him easily
enough. He was asleep, propped up against the wall in the corner of the
bedroom. "Hermione, meet Dudley Dursley." Harry was amused to see
what the twins had done. It lo as as if they had hit him with a 'Petrificus
Totalus' and set him aside like an old broom.

Grateful she didn't have to meet Dudley awake just yet,
Hermione frowned at the sight of Harry's long time tormentor. "I suppose I
wouldn't have wanted him on my bed, either." She commented regarding his
position, "Dare I ask why he's been hexed?"

"Not hexed, just um… sort of sleeping," grinned
Harry. "He was being an ass." Harry offered no further explanation.

Hermione held up a hand when she saw Harry had raised his
wand. "I don't think you should wake him standing up. He'd probably freak,
and then you'd have to help him when he lost his balance and fell, not to
mention he'd probably break something, considering how big he is," she
contemplated. Harry was going to protest the lack of breakable items nearby,
but realized she was probably referring to Dudley himself.

"OK, but not on my bed," he replied adamantly.

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As Harry went about waking his cousin, Severus, miles away,
went about getting the Hell out of Death Eater Central.

"Severus," spoke a silky voice that could only be
a Malfoy. "It's been quite a while since you came by Malfoy Manor, and
Narcissa has been asking after you. Do come by for a drink; I've recently come
across a special vintage I'm sure you'll enjoy."

Severus wanted nothing more than to fall onto his bed and
sleep for a week. "Lucius, you've been here as long as I have," he
looked at his watch. "I wish to be sociable about as much as you likely
wish to be entertaining right about now. Call me tomorrow," He finished
and turned to walk away, but didn't get far before Lucius again insisted he
join him for a drink. There was a distressed look in Lucius' eyes that both
surprised him and told Severus their conversation had to be continued someplace
private. With a defeated sigh, Severus followed Lucius to Malfoy Manor.

Two hours later, an exhausted Severus emptied his third
glass. "I'll do this for you Lucius, but when the time comes for you to
return the favor, you will do so without hesitation." Severus stated
firmly. Luciuve ave a compliant nod, and saw Severus to the door.

It was quite late, and despite the fact Severus was sure
Harry would be asleep, he had to go see his lover. If for nothing else than to
acknowledge the situation with a promise of them sitting to talk as soon as they
were well rested. Thinking back to the picture in the paper, Severus couldn't
help but notice Harry had been holding his friend desperately. The same way
Harry held him after returning from a Death Eater meeting. Harry would squeeze
him tight to keep him there, as if letting go would mean losing him. He trusted
Harry enough not to be concerned, but couldn't help the pang of jealousy for
not being the one to comfort his love.

~*~

Harry sat at his kitchen table with a headache. Everyone had
gone home, with the obvious exception of Dudley. Even if he wanted to, Harry
didn't think he could sleep with the snoring his cousin was doing. Hagrid
didn't snore that loud. He wanted nothing else but to go flying and release
some stress, but Harry knew he couldn't leave Dudders alone. Instead, he
climbed into a hot shower. The water stream was noisy as Harry had spelled the
water to pulse harder, but he could still hear the great snores emanating from
the sitting room. He considered a silencing charm, and then decided not only
didn't he want to hear or be heard; he didn't want to be disturbed in the
least. Concentrating hard, Harry spelled a protective sphere around the shower.
It was excessive, he knew that, but was feeling he desperately needed some
personal space. Only a disruption in the wards would alert him.

Since Severus had been included in the warding, there had
been no disturbance when he Apparated into the bedroom. Hearing the sound of
cutting wood, he stealthily moved into the doorway to see who was sleeping in
the sitting room. Severus hadn't remembered any of Harry's friends snoring in
the past. It did, however disturb him to realize that he actually knew that
information. Had he really gotten that close to Harry's friends to know who
snored and who did not? His lips curled at the memory of Hermione coming back
to Hogwarts early to find him sleeping in her bed during 'the holiday' as he
referred to the time when he was a teen with Harry.

In his investigation, Severus noticed that while there were
no sounds coming from the bathroom, the steam escaping from beneath the gap
under the door gave away Harry's location. Severus wasn't sure if Harry knew
he'd come in. He'd been getting a bit lax in his home since the wards were so
incredibly strong, but still, Harry usually recognized the shift in magic when
Severus apparated in.

When a tap on the door earned no response, Severus slowly
opened the door. A wall of mist washed over him as the steam escaped through
the partially open door. Harry stood under the hot stream of water. His
forearms were on the wall, his crossed wrists serving as a cushion on which he
rested his head, remaining motionless.

Severus continued to watch, wondering how long Harry had
been in there. He knew he should have made his presence known, but feared the
problems that were sure to arise in their relationship. If Harry didn't forgive
him, he would at least have these few minutes to watch his love, even if it was
something as mundane as taking a shower.

Harry eventually peeled himself off the shower wall with a
sigh, and began to wash his hair. His mind replayed the latest events over and
over. Exhausted, he just wanted to be in his bed, wrapped in Sev's arms. He
didn't want to think about he possibility that Severus may not have been only
playing the part of Death Eater spy, but had intentionally killed his uncle in
retaliation. No, he would think about that later. He desperately wished he
could wake up from all this and have it just be another of many bad dreams. In
his mind, Harry imagined he was showering to get ready to see his love. Or
better yet, that his love was in there with him.

Severus watched, he eyes widening slightly as the simple
washing seemed to take a sensual turn. Harry's soapy hand lingered longer than
necessary washing his nipples. Slowly the other hand slid languidly down his
sides, pausing at the hip to slide along the well-developed muscle that angled
in to seemingly disappear beneath the mass of curly dark hair surrounding his
semi-erect member.

In the steam-filled room Harry didn't see the tall, d
for
form of Severus leaning against the doorframe, enjoying the scene before him.
His mind raced through one memory to the next as he fantasized about his lover.
His cock sprang to life at the memory of Severus slamming him against the wall
in the Potions room. The scene quickly changed to the night they'd had sex on
his broom in the sitting room.

~*~

It had been after Harry's birthday party when Severus had
glided over to him, standing so close he could feel the word as Sev spoke.
"Exquisite," his voice, a warm breath on his neck, lips brushed
against his earlobe, causing Harry to shiver.

In the shower, Harry shivered at temoremory. He slowly
stoked his soapy member, thinking about how shocked and excited he'd been when
Severus had summoned his broom that night.

"Accio broom," purred Sev with a gleam in his eye.
Harry held the broom when it was placed in his hands. He was instructed to call
the broom 'up', but only to lean over the long polished shaft for Sta Standing
beside him, Severus held him in place with one hand on his hip, while the other
pulled up the sleek black robes until a nice firm arse was slightly exposed.
He'd changed into his new black quidditch robes, choosing not to wear anything
else beneath the silk lined layers.

Harry had stood breathless, leaning over the broom, clasping
the handle tight as Sev prepared him. For only a brief moment did he wonder
where it was that Severus got the lubricant? The thought was quickly lost when
a second finger was added. "Mount your broom," said Severus
breathily. Harry did so, obediently.

Back in reality, Harry increased his speed from the
leisurely pace he'd been stoking himself. The shower continued to fill with
steam as his memory he ghe great night of sex jumped past the part when Sev
stripped and stepped a long leg over the broom to join him. Severus had to keep
from moaning as he watched the delicious scene. He thought he heard Harry
mutter 'mount me'.

Harry moaned as he remembered the feeling of magic pulsing
from the broom pressing against his hardness as Severus thrust into him with
one swift motion. He'd have wriggled, but was afraid of falling off the broom.
Severus had then placed his hands firmly on Harry’s hips, keeping his balance
for him. Taking advantage of the new, secure position, he had wriggled and
squeezed, attempting to get the man to move. When Sev did finally begin, it was
with slow and steady stokes, while they adjusted to the balance.

Severus then hooked one foot under the sofa, securing him to
the floor. "Fly higher," he instructed while continuing the steady
pace. Harry pulled up on the handle causing the broom to raise only a bit
before it met the resistance, angled up in front from Severus holding them
down. Harry groaned as the broom started to shimmy. "Higher," he
heard Severus growl in his ear.

The broom vibrated in protest as he pulled up on the handle
and let out a yell from the sensation in addition to Severus quickening the
pace, pounding into him mercilessly. Harry could feel Sev's hand fumbling
through the folds of his robe. At first he thought Sev was going to stoke him
to completion as he'd done so many times in the past. To his surprise, a long,
slender hand came around, wrapping around both his dripping cock and the broom handle.
Harry let out a shout as Severus' other hand pulled the handle up further,
causing the vibration to intensify. Only the arms wrapped around him kept Harry
from tumbling off the broom as every fiber of his being was overwhelmed by the
sensations. He screamed with the intensity of his orgasm, squeezing Sev inside
him so hard Sev couldn’t hold out a moment longer himself.

In Harry's steamy shower, he came with far less enthusiasm
than he did in his thoughts of that night, but was sated nonetheless. He wished
he could cuddle with his Sev like he did after the sex they'd had on the broom.
With a sigh, he turned off the water, wishing he had long arms wrapped around
him. He didn't know how close he came to having his wish, since Severus was
about to let his presence be known, but unfortunately someone else discovered
Sev’s presence first.

With the protective sphere Harry had put up, he didn't hear
his cousin scream, but was immediately made aware of an unsettling of the
wards. Apparently, Dudders was attempting to leave. Harry sprang from the
shower, towel low around his hips, wand held firmly in hand. There stood
Severus trying his best not to hex the crazed boy who was desperately pulling
on the door handle to get out. With the sounds back, Harry winced at the loud
whine his cousin managed to voice.

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"Potter! He's one of them!
Save us!" screamed Dudley.

Harry did his best to calm his cousin, but there was no
speaking with him, he was too hysterical. Exasperated, Harry turned in Severus'
direction, shouting, "Don't come any closer!" he concentrated on a
spell with all mighmight. Severus recognized the spell Harry shouted and
decided to play along. He gasped as if in pain and crumbled to the floor before
disappearing with a pop.

Dudley calmed down enough for Harry to convince him to
return to the sofa and relax, never noticing the calming spell Harry cast on
him. As Harry explained he'd banished the bad man away, Severus kept from
laughing while waiting in the bedroom where Harry had sent him.

"Where did you learn that spell?" asked an amused
Severus when Harry came into the bedroom. It was an impressive spell, a show of
power to actuaforcforce a person to Apparate, even a short distance.

Harry grinned at his lover. "Remember 'the holiday'
when you, me and Ron were having a water fight?" asked Harry, chuckling.
"When the holiday was over, I begged Albus to teach me the spell he’d used
to dump you into the lake." Harry sighed when he found himself held tight
in Sev's strong arms.

"I never meant to cause you so much grief,"
Severus said softly in his ear. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you
needed comfort."

"What do you mean?"
the words were muffled from Sev's robes.

"I saw the picture of you in the paper. The one with
your ’lover’ comforting you in your time of sorrow," the words were
slightly sarcastic, to show he didn’t actually think for a minute Harry and Ron
Weasley were lovers.

"Saw that, did you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Long story, one I'm not getting into now. I need sleep. I can't even tell
you how many hours I've been up." It occurred to Harry the same was true
for Severus, and he didn't want to think about all of Severus' activities right
then. He looked up from his lover's chest, not wanting to move, knowing he was
avoiding big issues, but not wanting things to change. "We really need to
talk," he said sadly.

"I know," admitted Severus. "I knew it was
very late, and you wouldn't be up for a serious conversation, but I had to at
least come by with a promise of speaking with you as soon as you're ready and
available. I wasn’t sure if you'd want me here or not. I couldn't stay away any
longer, leaving you to wonder."

Harry tensed in his
arms. He'd been trying not to think the worst, but Severus was sounding
guiltier by the minute. He knew he was far too exted ted to rationally have the
talk they needed to have. His thoughts about the possibilities of what Severus
had actually done and the feeling of being comforted in the man's arms and
feeling aroused by the man’s breath on the top of his head, were conflicting to
say the least.

"So, you didn't come here to talk yet, just to sort of,
check in?"

"Yes," he answered
softly.

"And you weren't being at all selfish, getting to spend
time with me now, knowing I may be upset with you later."style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Harry spoke as if it were a matter of fact,
an ever so slight note of sarcasm in his tone.

Severus was impressed; Harry didn't usually read him so well
when he was upset. He tensed, allowing some space between them.

"You're not going to leave are you?" whispered
Harry, Severus relaxed and exhaled the breath he'd not noticed he was holding.

"No, not if you don't wish
it," he replied, holding Harry closer.

~*~

Harry snuggled close to the warm body spooning him. He too
could be selfish, accepting the comfort Severus bestowed him, knowing they
still had to get through some big issues.

No one would begrudge him a good night’s sleep. He drifted
off, convincing himself he wasn't avoiding the issue.

~*~

The spell on Dudley wore off after a few hours, but he
continued to sleep soundly on the sofa-transfigured. ed. Harry had not slept so
well as his earlier relaxed form would have indicated. It wasn't long before
his thoughts invaded his dreams.

When Harry stopped tossing and turning for a while, Severus disentangled
himself, and headed for the loo. At the sight of the now dry shower, Severus
felt his cock twitch at the memory of Harry pleasuring himself, disappointed
the oaf of a muggle interrupted just as he was going to join his lover in the
shower. Leaning one hand against the wall for balance as he relived his
bladder, Severus thought back to a recent conversation with Harry. It seemed
that all the time they must spend apart since school was in session, Harry had
been thinking up intriguing fantasies while pleasuring himself. Severus was
seriously considering waking his lover and having his wicked way with him when
his thoughts were interrupted by Harry's screams.

A quick check on Dudley
confirmed he was still asleep, mostly.