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Coffee and Kisses

Harry entered the kitchen with his eyes barely opened and unseeing behind his glasses. The Turkish silk slippers he insisted on wearing ever since their stay in Istanbul made soft shuffling noises on the stone floors.

His nose twitched and Severus watched amused as he did a fair impression of a mole, following his nose unerringly to the table where a steaming cup rested in wait.

The younger man folded onto the bench and slipped his hands around the cup and sat there simply breathing in the rising steam.

“I’ve once heard a joke about having too much blood in ones caffeine system. I believe it was describing you.”

“Ha, ha, Severus,” said Harry dryly. “Anyway, if it was, it would be entirely your fault. You’ve got me addicted to the stuff.”

He took the first tentative sip. The moan that escaped his lips was far better suited in the bedroom than in a kitchen that could be invaded by an overexcited almost-eleven-year-old at any moment.

“Hrmph...” harrumphed Severus.

“What is it?” The brat didn’t even open his eyes, busy with sniffing his coffee again.

“I was just trying to remember the last time you’ve moaned like that for me.”

“Prat.” The damn man smiled softly but still didn’t open his eyes. “I remember moaning quite a lot just last night.” He shifted slightly and Severus caught a glimpse of a small love bite decorating the juncture of his neck and shoulder before the robe he was wearing settled back again.

Harry took another sip and moaned again. Severus huffed.

“Normally, the reason for drinking coffee is to become more alert, Potter, not to indulge in... whatever it is you’re doing now.”

Harry laughed. “Not mine fault you made this coffee so good. Makes me afraid to open my eyes and see it’s just a dream.”

“It’s not a dream.”

“Well, I’ve never drank anything this good.” He set the cup down and finally looked at Severus. His eyes narrowed instantly. “You’re using the special shampoo again,” he said reaching out to finger a strand of perfectly clean hair. “Why? You looking to seduce someone again?” He sounded suspicious.

“For that alone I should confiscate the coffee.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” exclaimed Harry, widening his eyes in mock horror.

That’s when he caught the sight of the frame out of the corner of his eye. He stood, the cup of coffee still clutched in his hands forgotten, and moved up to it.

Between simple, black frames were arranged hundreds of newspaper clippings, fliers and pieces of paper. Without even looking Harry knew what each and every one of them contained – advertisements, jokes, facts and witty quotes about coffee. Three hundred and sixty-five of them.

“You’ve kept them?” he gasped.

“Of course I did,” said Severus, standing up and standing behind the other man. “It drove Minerva to distraction, not knowing what it was the owls brought in every day.”

An image of his old Head’s of House narrow eyed, thin lipped irritation with the bonus of an end of a cat’s tail twitching at the hem of her tartan skirts flashed through Harry’s mind and sent him into gales of laughter.

“Oh! Oh, that’s–” he hiccupped as his laughter died down, “that’s positively evil of you, not to put her out of her misery! You devious, devious man!”

Severus only hummed quietly in reply.

Suddenly, a thought seemed to startle the younger man. “What did you do with the beans I’ve sent? Did you save them too?”

“Of course.”

“You did?” The coffee that survived the attack of hilarity earlier with nary a ripple on the surface almost spilled over his fingers as Harry turned around suddenly. “Where are they?”

“Well, some of them you’re in the process of drinking.” Harry gasped, suddenly looking down at the cup in his hand with ridiculously wide eyes, his jaw hanging slightly. “The rest is preserved. If you manage not to irritate me too much, you might get another cup of it in ten years.” The wide, green eyes snapped back to Severus’ face. “Happy anniversary, Harry.”

And with that, Severus leaned in, wrapping his hands around Harry’s waist, and sealed their lips together. Harry moaned, one of his hands tangling in Severus hair, the other holding the cup of aromatic coffee over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the kitchen door banged open.

“Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry- Ugh! Uncle Harry! That’s icky! Blah!”

They both turned to look at Teddy, standing in the door and sticking his tongue off, making gagging noises.

Harry laughed again, throwing his head back. Severus trailed his hand over the small of his back when he stepped away, going to the counter to pick up the plates of food waiting there.

“I think you’ll change your mind about that pretty soon, young man,” he said. “There’s nothing better to start a day with than coffee and kisses.”

End