Unpredictable Life

~ Chapter 9: A Breakfast Like No Other ~

The next morning...

Harry had managed to get up before Severus and slowly disentangled his arms from the Potions Master. It was a good thing that they weren't sleeping on a bed for the slightest movement might have woken his lover. However, the Gryffindor planned to wake the Slytherin somewhat later -- after he had used the chance to explore the older wizard's body.

He is so pale, Harry thought wonderingly. Does he dislike the sun? Or is it the Light? The emerald-eyed Gryffindor crawled to one side of the mattress and studied the exposed body. Severus looked almost frail without his stark vestments but Harry knew that the image was deceiving. The older wizard was strong -- he had proven it as he carried the Gryffindor to their love nest. The young raven-haired wizard grinned suddenly, thrilled by the fact that his wishes -- and fantasies had become reality.

Sev is with me -- naked -- and he is all mine! The elated thought sprang into his mind. He saw faint hairline scars covering his lover's entire body; even Severus's feet weren't spared and Harry shuddered, not wanting to know what spells had caused the injuries. However, the Gryffindor knew the subject would have to be broached in the future.

His eyes fell upon the black skull that was engraved on his lover's arm. He snarled, suddenly furious. He is no longer yours, Voldemort. I will make him mine. Harry traced the figure with a finger, telling himself that he shouldn't hate the tattoo since it would always be a part of his lover. What made you go to him? He looked fondly at his sleeping lover. And why does Dumbledore trust you? Instinctively, he leaned and kissed the mark. He pulled back, wondering what he should do about the emblem. His tongue traced the snake that emerged from the mouth of the skull. Bemused, Harry chuckled that he was getting aroused from such a simple act. He began his ritual by sucking on the tip of Severus's middle finger and slowly worked his way up to the wizard's shoulder before going back to the skull.

~*~

The Potions Master awoke to the sound of birdsong and was immediately aware of the fact that Harry wasn't snuggled up to him. There was a strange tingling sensation on his left forearm and his muscles tightened up slightly; he was suddenly afraid that the Dark Lord had found out about his new alliance with The Boy Who Lived. He quickly realized that he did not feel the pain that always burned his arm and his mind when his former Master called. He was suffering a little discomfort, but that was centered in his groin.

Cracking an eyelid open, Severus watched as Harry painstakingly caressed the Dark Mark that marred the Potions Master's skin with his tongue and lips. His young lover was so engrossed with his ministrations that he was not aware that the arm's owner was awake.

The wizard wondered what Harry thought of his body. He knew that Harry couldn't have really seen the faint, thin lines that scarred his chest, thighs and back during the night, but under the bright sunlight, they were anything but invisible. What is he doing? Severus mused as Harry kept tracing the outline of the Mark. There was a look of reverence on his face as Harry tasted him, tasted the part of him that bound his life to the Dark Lord. It suddenly occurred to him that the Gryffindor was trying to purify the imprint. His eyes watered as he remembered when the Darkness had once been a part of him. A dull thud was heard and he could feel Harry jerk, probably trying to determine the source of the sound. There was another thud as a subsequent tear fell onto the pillow. He felt the raven-haired teenager lace their fingers together and sidle closer to him.

A shadow loomed over him and Severus opened his eyes to see Harry looking at him with an unreadable expression. "Sev?" his lover asked, one hand coming up to rest gently on the Potions Master's left cheek. The Gryffindor proceeded to lick away his remaining tears and kissed both of his eyelids before pulling up to look down at him. "Why in the hell are you crying?"

He couldn't answer and Harry crawled over to rest on top of him.

"Thinking about your past?" his lover asked, nipping gently on his neck. The wizard nodded in reply. Harry came up to give a sound kiss on his cheek. "Leave your past to the past. I just want you to be happy when you're with me. Can you do that?"

Severus smiled at the emerald-eyed Gryffindor lying naked on him. "I think I can," he replied softly. "But will you be happy when I'm with you?"

Harry's slender frame shook with barely suppressed laughter. What the Potions Master saw in the pair of bright green eyes took his breath away -- endless joy and love seemed to radiate out of them. One part of him clamored that Harry couldn't possibly be in love with him but the other rejoiced in the truth that had been revealed.

"I already am," Harry told him impishly, grinning broadly and it was somewhat infectious, making Sev curiously giddy. And randy. His lover went back to licking his neck and he occupied himself by stroking Harry's back.

Fawkes was right. He is thin. He gave a small moan when the Gryffindor focused on lapping at and suckling on his earlobe. Moving of their own volition, his hands traveled down until they rested at the back of Harry's thighs. Applying a bit of pressure on Harry, he ground his hips against his lover's. He chuckled silently when the Gryffindor yelped in surprise and glared at him.

"Don't do that," his young lover grated.

"Do what?" Severus asked meekly, still moving his hips.

"This," Harry answered by thrusting back. Severus just smiled devilishly. "You're making me hungry," the Gryffindor growled, looking fiercely at the older wizard.

"Really? What would you like to eat?" he asked innocently. Harry glared at him again then swiftly engulfed his arousal. The Potions Master gasped, not quite able to avoid responding to the fierce suckling. "Damn it, Harry! I was serious!" he shouted and Harry gave a sheepish look. A few minutes later, however, the Slytherin snarled, "If you stop, you'll have to eat your own cooking today."

~*~

Harry collapsed onto his lover and Severus chuckled, pleased with his performance. He cleaned the mess Harry had created on the mattress with a single spell and gave a satisfied smirk when the boy opened his eyes.

"Was that breakfast?" the Gryffindor mumbled. "I'm hungry."

"Insatiable brat." The Potions Master couldn't resist spanking Harry's rear lightly.

"I meant my stomach," his lover informed him and a moment later, the Gryffindor's stomach gave a loud growl.

~*~

It was pancakes for breakfast and Harry gladly fed himself, thoroughly enjoying the meal Severus had prepared. He was licking traces of honey from his fork when he caught his lover staring at him, eyes fixed on his lips.

"What?" Harry asked curiously. The Potions Master snapped back to attention and mumbled something under his breath. The Gryffindor shrugged and helped himself to another pancake. He noticed that his Slytherin lover was thinking about something -- the man had barely finished one pancake. "Sev, you'd better start eating."

"Let's go to the dining room," Severus said suddenly.

"Huh?" Harry was clearly puzzled as he was dragged out of the kitchen.

He entered the dining room apprehensively and watched as Severus charmed the windows and cleared the room of everything else but the dining table. The older wizard cast Silencing Charms around the room. When he saw the Potions Master eyeing him in a provocative manner, Harry edged along the wall skittishly.

"Sev, what are you up to?" He squeaked when Severus caught him in his arms and kissed him. He moaned and felt his strength melting away from him but he did not fall since he was pinned hard against the wall. "Uhmmm ..." Harry groaned. "Sev..."

He was dimly aware that his lover was undressing him. But we just had a bath, his mind protested; his body ignored it. Severus released his lips and began attacking his neck, tongue lashing fiercely behind his ear and licking down. For the second time, their clothes were torn from their bodies and strewn everywhere. The Potions Master regained enough control to step away from Harry and search for their discarded wands. The older wizard casually sat on the table and beckoned his young lover to come forward.

An hour later, Harry stood and looked down at his lover uncertainly. "Sev, I'm not sure if I should be the one --" The older wizard sat up and placed one finger one his lips to halt him.

"I'll be fine." Severus smiled, eyes gazing fondly into his. "Just enjoy it."

"But I'm not experienced!" Harry protested.

"Then don't you think it's time you gain some?" Severus smiled and guided Harry into position.

"I still think I should be you." Harry pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Wait -- that came out wrong."

"Harry, for once in your life, would you please stop being stubborn?" the Potions Master groaned.

"But Sev --"

"Shut up and make love to me!" the Slytherin thundered.

~*~

In Dumbledore's office.

McGonagall let out a horrified gasp and clapped both hands over her mouth while Dumbledore rushed to deactivate the spell.

"Albus! Alter my memory! Oh for the love of Merlin!" she sounded hysterical, but Fawkes totally sympathized with her.

"That was a surprise," the Headmaster said mildly. "Well, Fawkes, do you mind popping up there later and reminding Severus that the Wolfsbane potion is almost due to be brewed?"

:Well, I guess I could,: Fawkes answered. After several moments, the phoenix asked his owner, :Do I need to say that you approve of what he has done so far, and blah blah blah?:

:You don't have to say what I think. I'm sure that both of us are of the same mind in regards to their budding relationship,: Dumbledore answered seriously but his blue eyes were alight with mischief and happiness.

~*~