“Ugh. I can’t believe you… What were you thinking? You should never put oil in your hair no matter how dry it gets down here.” Harry twirled the fine black hair between his fingertips. So soft and smooth, if not a little oily. Nothing like his own. Severus just grunted and stroked Harry’s cheek gently.

They reclined together on Severus’ queen sized bed. Complete with Green silk sheets and matching comforter. Harry closed his eyes and listened to Severus’ breathing. His seventh year was nearly over and images of splendid cross country trips sprang into his imagination. He wanted to go everywhere and he wanted to go there with Severus..

“Are you thinking about me again, Mr. Potter?” The deep sarcastic voice filtered into Harry mind and brought him home..

“Of course I am silly. Aren’t you thinking about me?”.

“Unfortunately yes. You seem to be the only thing occupying my mind these days. As always, the spoiled little wretch.” Harry smiled cheekily and snuggled against his lover..

“I was thinking about us; our future. When I get out of school I want to travel. I want to see Russia, America, maybe even Sweden… I’ve always wanted to ski.” Harry excuse himself to use the bathroom..

“Skiing… I’m not sure that’s a Harry-friendly activity.”.

“Oh, and why not?” Harry asked over his shoulder.

“You’re too clumsy. You’ll run into something and cause mayhem all up and down the slopes”.

“I am not clu…” Suddenly, Harry, not looking where he was going, slammed into the closed bathroom door and fell to his rear. An awkward pause passed between them and then “Alright point taken…” .

Severus walked to Harry’s side and gathered the lanky boy/man in his arms, holding him close and kissing him on the forehead..

Doesn’t matter. We’ll travel Harry. I promise. Even if we can’t ski.”.

“My baby loves me just the way that I am” whispered Harry..

“Yes he does.”.

  * My baby loves me – Martina McBride