And finally the last chapter.

To those who've been here from the very start and to those who arrived later. To those who will come later on. To Forte and Spennig. To delenda, Belle-Cuddy, blondebutnotblonde, LM Ryder, Post U Later, Alicia29Britton, lola, hobesan, Snape Lover 1981, Shirubfokkusu, Daemonya, Lover of Emotions, Triskaedika. To Sheankelor. Guys, you are adorable, you made me smile with every comment. You made me remember why I love writing so much.

You helped Harry to learn skiing and Severus to forget his nightmares. You helped me to get back to enjoying life again. All three of us are very grateful. Thank you.

And thank you Sexy. Lil. Emo. I owe you so much for your hard work and help with the editing. All remaining mistakes are mine.

– Lesson Ten –

A warm bath would do good to prevent stiffness in the muscles the next day. Soreness can also be avoided if the beginner skier exercises after skiing. Suggested exercises are running, swimming or yoga but can be anything else that includes training the tensed muscles.

Harry went back inside some time later. All the others were sitting in the living room sipping hot chocolate but he didn't join them. He went straight into the bathroom craving for a hot bath to release the stress and warm up his frozen limbs. He was lying on the soft snow for who knows how long and he felt pretty frozen at the moment.

He opened the bathroom door with a swift swing and stepped in. It took a couple of seconds for the scene to register for him. The room was much warmer than usual and muggy too. Dampness fogged the mirror and the windows too. And he wasn't alone.

"Can I assist you, Mr Potter?" Snape drawled from beneath tons of white fluffy foam. Water dropped from his hand that was lazily lying on the side of the bathtub. The black hairs were flattened on his foamy arm and Harry found himself studying them again.

"I... uh... I'm sorry." Harry stuttered obviously flushed and anxious while not being able to take his eyes off Snape's bathing body. The sudden warmness made him feel lightheaded or maybe it was the fact that Snape was two steps from him utterly naked, cover by only foam. He turned around quickly; his hands were already on the doorknob.

He looked back at Snape over his shoulder, contemplating the man for a second, before he blurted out literally shaking, "Can I join you?"

Snape's eyes widened as his hand slipped back into the water, splashing bubbles. "Absolutely, Mr Potter." Snape announced with sarcasm dripping from every syllable like the water drops fell from his hair. "As we are already sharing a room, moreover a bed, sharing a bath would not make any difference now, would it?" He jested icily, eyes strictly on Harry's.

Harry hesitated, observing the dark, unrevealing eyes then shrugged, "Good." His fingers moved from the doorknob and slipped under it, holding the key and turning it around. He locked the door and faced Snape, clutching the bottom of his pullover. He pulled it and his shirt over his head with one swift motion, then dropped them on the slightly wet floor.

"It may have eluded your attention, Potter, but I was not serious." Snape pointed it out matter-of-factly.

Harry shrugged again, his frozen fingers fumbled with the two buttons on his ski pants. He looked up at Snape just when he pulled down the zip and he was satisfied to see all Snape's attention was focused on his groin. He let go of the fly and the pants pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them with nothing just his black briefs on. His skin was red from lying on the snow for so long and he suspected that the chill in his bones was the only reason why he wasn't stone hard yet.

With a deep inhale he slid his pointing and middle finger under his boxers on both sides and pulled them down. Snape averted his gaze with decency, now the black eyes were fixed on the silver water tap.

The bathtub was big enough for both of them, so without any further vacillation, Harry slipped into the hot water, letting out a prolonged hiss. The sudden warmness made his skin itch and the damp made his glasses and therefore his vision foggy. He pulled down his glasses and immersed them in the water then grabbed a towel and cleaned it. "Much better," he mumbled putting them back on, now crystal clear.

Snape watched his moves with a mix of reserved interest and mild surprise however it might have been simply shock.

"Potter?" Snape asked with disbelief.

"Yes?" Harry raised his eyes from the mountains of foam between them to meet Snape's astonished glance.

Snape sat up right and the water waved around them like the ocean during a storm. Harry surveyed with resurrecting arousal how the white fluffs streamed down from Snape's pale upper body, some of them getting redirected or completely obstructed by the black hairs on the man's chest.

"Remove yourself from my bath." Snape spat.

"It's not your bath, it's Malfoy's." Harry corrected, dipping deeper into the water. He tugged up his legs so he wouldn't go underwater, his knobbly knees, like two brownish islands floating among the millions of white bubbles.

Snape kneeled up in the big tub and leaning on the counters, he loomed over Harry. The foam and water was dripping on Harry now, who found it absolutely fascinating and could barely keep his eyes from staring. However the foam hills still covered Snape's lower half, there was plenty to see on the upper part. Harry followed a water drop that started sliding on Snape's neck, down on the collar bone, then on the hairy chest, over the hard pink nipple, the protruding ribs, its way often crossed by pink and white scars, trying to convey it on a different path. But the water drop, much like Harry, was already set towards a specific direction.

Harry reached out a leg, brushing his calf to Snape's thigh gently. The only response was a light sigh and a small evil smirk at the corner of Snape's lips.

"Remove yourself from my bath." Snape whispered dangerously, removing a hand from the edge of the bathtub putting it somewhere underwater. A second later Harry found out where it went: to the underside of his lower leg, fingertips brushing up his calf, until they came to rest on the lower side of his knee.

"I don't think so..." Harry mumbled breathless, longing fingers reaching out to trace the same way as the water drop before. He spooned a bit of foam on his pointing finger from Snape's chest and with giddy smile, smeared the soapy bubbles on the tip of Snape's long nose. "Now that's better." He laughed right before Snape grabbed his leg and pulled it toward him hard and fast. Harry found himself underwater in no time. By the time he emerged from the water and took a long shaky breath, Snape was out of the tub, with a towel around his hips. Harry tried to rub the stinging soapy water from his eyes. He blinked several times and he could swear he heard laughing, then the door closed and finally Harry found the tap to get some fresh water for his eyes.

He cleaned his eyes and leaned back in the nice warm water, stretching out his sore muscles. The water caressed his skin and covered him like a nice blanket. It was refreshing and calming at the same time, and he needed both. Wondering restlessly what game Snape was playing with him, he started rubbing his calves then the muscles in his thigh, trying to loosen them. He would rather avoid having any kind of muscular strain or soreness tomorrow. Soon, his skin warmed up too and he was almost sweating in the warm and muggy room. He washed his hair and rinsed it quickly before getting out, letting the warm air dry his skin while he was brushing his teeth. He didn't bring his pyjamas with him, so he grabbed a grey towel and put it around himself. His cock, still half hard from Snape's previous actions, stirred as he contemplated this new offer he had in mind for Snape.

Harry swept his fingers over the foggy mirror and looked himself in the eyes. He realized he looked determined but he could also see the dark shadows of sadness in his green eyes. What if this was a mistake?

"Catch him." His mirror whispered with a faint grin and Harry nodded then turned around and stepped out of the room.

The hallway was much colder and he hoped Snape had turned up the heating in the room. The thought was suddenly forgotten as he saw George and Draco against each other at the wall, kissing wildly, Fred trying to pull them inside their room.

"'Night," Harry nodded towards Fred trying to repress a grin but he failed miserably. The redhead grinned too and pulled his brother of the younger Malfoy, tossing him in the room. Draco followed the two men with a smirk on his face, not even noticing Harry, who meanwhile tried to slip into his own room.

He closed the door behind himself quietly. He stumbled toward the bed but it was hard because it was really dark in the room and he could barely distinguish shadows. He was sure Snape was on the bed, facing towards the windows, his back to Harry and the door. But Harry wasn't sure if the man was asleep or not.

Harry climbed into bed and let his towel fall to the ground. He slipped under the covers naked with a light tremble in his stomach. He was lying on his back but he tilted his head to the right, looking at Snape's sleeping form. He took a deep breath then exhaled slowly.

"Sex could help you relax and get tired so you won't have nightmares." Harry said in an official voice.

There was silence for a moment and Harry was afraid that Snape had fallen asleep while Harry was bathing.

"Excuse me?" Snape drawled then.

"Sex," Harry repeated with the same indifferent voice.

"What exactly are you offering, Mr Potter?" Snape asked shifting under the cover, lying on his back too but not looking at Harry.

Harry turned his whole body towards Snape. "I'm offering all I can give." He answered then added as a faint whisper, "Fuck me."

Snape moaned and snapped his head towards Harry. "Subtlety is not quite your strength, is it, Potter?"

"No," Harry admitted. "But something else is..." He insinuated.

"You will not be able to cure me from my nightmares in just one night." Snape noted leaning up on his left elbow.

"Who said anything about this being only a one time offer?" Harry queried innocently, driving a teasing finger up and down Snape's bare forearm, his fingertips brushing over the Dark Mark.

"Is it not?" Snape asked almost smiling.

"Absolutely not," Harry objected feigning indignation. "It takes some time to cure nightmares," Harry explained, "and even if they seem like they have disappeared they can still resurface any time. Terrible things those nightmares are, I wouldn't want anyone suffer from them."

"Are you suggesting," Snape started carefully, "that you would watch me sleep from now on ready to help when a nightmare comes?

"Surely, if I were allowed to sleep next to you every night, I wouldn't need to watch you sleep." Harry said shifting closer. "I would wake up at the first sight ready to... distribute the medicine."

"You would do that?" Snape asked genuine surprise in his eyes. "Why?"

Harry considered the answer for a moment then he looked at the black eyes. "Because I care for you. Because I know how dreadful nightmares can be and because I never want to wake up ever again to that maybe you surviving the war was just part of the dream. You don't know how hard it is to convince myself that you are alive when I'm shaking, everything is just darkness around me and you are miles away."

"It seems you need the cure for nightmares just as much as I do." Snape whispered and a kind smile appeared on his thin lips. He slid a hand on Harry's hips and pressed Harry back on the bed with a gentle push.

"You are absolutely right," Harry nodded seriously as Snape slithered slowly over him, placing a leg between Harry's blanket covered thighs. "Look at us, what a couple we are." Harry smiled up at Snape, his hands stroking the arm Snape was leaning on, while the other slid up to Snape's neck. The long black hair caressed the back of his hand as he pulled the other man closer.

"What a couple, indeed." Snape sighed against Harry's mouth, his breath caressing Harry's skin before he placed a gentle kiss on Harry's lower lip. Harry moaned, surprised by the soft touch.

Snape kissed him again, this time he took Harry's upper lip between his lips but the touch was still so tender it left Harry breathless. The long fingers caressed Harry, sliding on his chest.

Snape traced Harry's lower lip with his tongue and Harry gasped opening his mouth, his tongue darting out too. The kiss deepened when Snape pushed his tongue in Harry's wet mouth, exploring every inch but it was still careful and mild. Harry pulled Snape fully over himself, welcoming the weight of the other man who was now lying between his legs.

A curious hand went under the blanket, eager to feel bare skin and it found it quickly, Harry shuddered when the warm hands grasped his hips and Snape's thumb started massaging his skin under his protruding hipbone. The next moment however Snape froze over him, lips parted, panting slightly fast, not reacting at all when Harry nibbled on his lips.

Snape's hand on his hip moved hesitantly down to Harry's thigh and back again, then down one more time before Snape growled harshly and pressed his forehead to Harry's temple. His wet lips moved against Harry's ear as he grunted, "You are fucking stark naked under this blanket, aren't you Potter?"

Harry moaned at the blunt words before he blurted a faint, "Yeah..."

A moment later Snape tore off the blanket from Harry with a swift and forceful motion and Harry found himself spread out on the bed, almost as a display, considering the look Snape gave his uncovered body. The hungry look went up and down his flesh before Snape leaned over him again. Kneeling between Harry's legs, propped up by only one arm, Snape grabbed Harry's neck and pulled him up, kissing him lustfully.

The previous gentle touch was nowhere, hunger and excitement took its place, while Snape's fingers roamed on Harry's bare skin. Teeth bit down on Harry's lower lip at same time as a hand was wrapped around his hard erection. Harry cried out, pushing into Snape's strong grip.

"Is it true?" Snape groaned into his ear and his tongue lapped against the shell of his ear.

"What?" Harry mumbled lightheaded from touch on his member.

"What you said before we went into the forest." Snape whispered his smooth tone deeper than usual. "That you have never been with a man before."

Harry froze suddenly and blushed a deep red. "Yes..." He murmured looking away from Snape. "Well... I've never been you know... bottom."

Snape moaned again and he sounded almost shamelessly keen. Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Snape frowned.

"You are a grown man and I am not going to betray your trust by asking you if you are sure about this but you should know this might be the last time I am still able to stop." Snape groaned hoarsely.

Harry smiled as his hands went to Snape's hips. He started pulling the old raggedy shirt of Snape's but he knew it would be easier to just rip it off. But then Snape sat on his heels, pulling Harry up in a sitting position too. He pulled his shirt over his head and looked at Harry, waiting.

Harry's erection stirred and, if that was still possible, hardened as he watched the man's naked chest, this time dry but still scarred and tempting with the hard, pink nipples on the white marble skin. Harry bent over Snape' chest and caressed it with a hand, then leaned into one of his nipples and licked over it swiftly, just to find it even more alluring and taking it into his mouth, sucking on it hard. His hand shifted on Snape's ass and gripped him.

"Merlin, no, please... Harry..." Snape begged arching his back towards Harry, driving a hand into Harry's hair and pulling him up by his black mane. "If you keep doing that I will come right away."

He leaned his head against Harry, kissing him ardently. Harry's right hand shifted over Snape's groin, exploring with wild moans the hard erection straining against Snape's pyjama bottoms.

Snape pushed against Harry's hands but he groaned, "No..." again. His voice was hoarse and pleading and Harry didn't want to stop anytime soon.

"Stop Harry, please," Snape begged, pulling Harry's hand away. "I will come..." Snape panted against his lips. "You are just too much..."

"Then..." Harry swallowed hard, "Then... please... I need you... Severus..." He whispered and realized he found yet another ridiculous fascination. "Severus..." He sighed the name again that rolled off his tongue like a gentle caress. "I want you... Severus."

"What do you want me to do, Harry?" Severus drawled sweetly, driving a hand on Harry's erection again.

"Mmm... yes... you." Harry mumbled eyes closed, mind foggy.

"To do what?" Severus asked again.

"F-" Harry took a deep breath, "Fuck me..." He moaned again.

"Turn around." Severus ordered, giving Harry some space to do so.

Harry obliged and turned onto his stomach. The sheets caressed his hard shaft and a light groan broke up his dry throat.

Severus meanwhile grabbed two pillows, before he said, "Raise your hips, Harry." He slid the pillows under Harry's groin and as he was there already he put a hand around Harry's erection and pulled on it a couple of times, while pressing his still covered hardness into the crook of Harry's ass.

Harry pushed back moaning, his fingers grasping onto the sheets. Severus placed a kiss over his vertebra, when he whispered, "This should help you." He placed both his hands on the back of Harry's knees. "Stretch your legs apart and lean on your knees and your shoulder or if you prefer, your elbows."

Harry did as he was told, blushing as he imagined what Severus was seeing at the moment. Harry spread out his legs and felt vulnerably exposed at the thought that Severus was seeing his ass and groin in a position like this, but then he felt another kiss on the small of his back and Severus drifted his long fingers over Harry's thighs and round ass. He drove a finger over the crack and Harry gasped again. He heard Severus summon a small bottle of lube and then he felt warm slightly sticky wetness stream over his ass. Severus's finger drew circles over his hole, and the man let the tip slide in teasingly just for a second.

Harry felt himself gasp loudly and push back already. Severus didn't hesitate anymore and drove a finger into Harry slowly. He moved the digit around then pulled it out just to push it back again and again. Not soon enough, Harry thought, a second finger joined in, and Severus stretched him with well-paced movements, not too fast so Harry wouldn't get too excited and not too slow to get agitated. Harry pushed back with more and more force, leaning on his elbows, his head turning on the sheets.

"I could come just by watching you fuck yourself with my fingers," Severus murmured hoarsely, pressing his stone hard erection to Harry's thigh and this time there wasn't any more clothing between them. The wet tip brushed against the inner side of Harry's leg and the young man groaned loudly, lusting to feel the member inside him already.

But Severus kept on with his ministration in Harry's ass with only his fingers, and slid his cock between the pillow and Harry's balls. He was moaning and gasping almost as heavily as Harry now, each push a little bit more urging.

"Please... Severus... I want your cock..." Harry whimpered, his voice muffled by the sheet.

"As I mentioned earlier," Severus said and Harry could here in his tone he was smiling, "preparing you is a task, I would never neglect. Let me take my time," Severus added a third finger and pushed them as deep in Harry as he could, and the young man gasped loudly. "You will thank me later, Harry. I am much bigger than mere three fingers..." Severus whispered leaning over Harry.

"Uhh..." Harry gasped, pushing back wantonly.

"We wouldn't want your first time to be painful, would we now?" Severus asked, crooking his fingers. He brushed them against Harry's prostate and Harry cried out ardently.

"I think..." Harry panted, "right now we would want you to fuck me more than anything else..."

Severus removed his fingers and Harry looked back hopefully. The man was pouring a healthy amount of oil on his hard cock, smearing it on his whole length, with slow, enticing movements, while keeping his eyes on Harry's watching gaze.

"Don't tell me I did not warn you." Severus murmured, pouring some more oil on Harry too, before leaning closer and placing his wet erection to Harry's entrance. He grasped Harry's hips and pressed the tip of his cock through the first ring of muscles.

"Geez..." Harry whined, his fingers gripping onto the sheets vehemently. Severus was indeed bigger than three fingers but the stretching felt sweet to Harry. "Mmm... Yes... More..."

Severus pulled back slightly and then pushed again, deeper and with more force. Then pulled out and pushed back again. A few minutes later, his whole length was buried in Harry's bottom and both of them were breathing heavily. Severus drove a caressing hand over Harry's back. His fingertips drew a straight line on Harry's vertebra up until he reached his right shoulder, then grasped it, steadying Harry.

Severus pulled out almost completely and Harry was about to complain when the man smashed into him with wild force and Harry forgot how to breathe. He shouted out a fervent "Oh" but Severus repeated the motion again and Harry couldn't remember how to form coherent sentences anymore. Not that he wanted to speak, all he wanted was for Severus to keep doing this until they both died or the world ended. Harry mumbled words, asking Severus to fuck him faster, to shove in him deeper, he begged for more and more but it transpired later that he never actually said anything. His demands turned into fervent moans and his begs into avid sighs as he pushed back, taking Severus' long and hard erection into himself with wild enthusiasm.

Suddenly Severus pulled out completely and pulled Harry up.

"Kneel closer to the wall and lean into it with your hands." He ordered Harry and the younger man obliged with a smirk. He somehow found it very arousing when Severus instructed him in bed. When he steadied himself, Severus pulled his bottom cheeks apart and thrust into him again. Harry groaned keenly as he felt tighter around Severus.

Severus pulled an arm around Harry's chest and drove his other around Harry's erection, grasping it hard, pulling on it with fast jerks.

"Ahh.. yeah…" Harry cried out, lolling his head back on Severus' shoulder. "Yeah… f… fuck... Oh yeah…"

Severus smiled into his skin, and then nipped his neck with his teeth. The sound when his hips smashed against Harry's was almost obscene, and Harry found it incredibly erotic. Severus licked the length of his neck then sucked on his earlobe. Harry pressed a hand into Severus' thigh then drove it to the man's arse and clasped into the firm muscles that tensed with every plunging motion.

"Mm… fuck…" Severus breathed heavily into Harry's ear and Harry jerked irregularly into Severus' pumping fingers. The tip of his cock was red and wet with precome and he almost came while watching the long, pale fingers moving up and down, twisting around his hard shaft with wild tugs.

Severus pinched Harry's nipple and Harry was gasping noisily, thrusting his body back and forth. Harry could hear that the other man was close too, the moans in his ear were animalistic and keen. Severus' voice was hoarse and he was breathless while he pumped into Harry.

Harry slanted his body back over Severus, who bent back too and leaned on a hand to hold up their weight. Harry was now almost sitting on Severus, riding him fervently with his hands on Severus's thighs for support. Severus dictated a perfect rhythm, every time he rammed his hips up, his finger tightly clutched around Harry's rigid shaft came down with an eager twist. Harry was barely conscious from the immense pleasure.

Severus brushed his prostate and Harry felt like stars exploded in front of his eyes, he shouted ardently into the darkness, shooting his seed on Severus' fingers, which moved on him relentlessly. His muscles clenched around Severus's rigid erection as he came and that made Severus tip over the edge too. Harry felt as the hot seed inundated him on the inside and teeth sank into his shoulder, before Severus mumbled his name in ecstasy, still pushing into him. Then Severus fell back on the bed and pulled Harry onto himself too. Both of them blind from pleasure and panting hard clasped into the other for support.

Harry had never felt so complete in his whole life. The post coital haze lifted from his mind and Severus pulled out but the feeling of perfectness stayed with him. Suddenly everything became too loud, from their calming breathing to the rustling of the sheets he seemed to hear everything. He rolled down from Severus and nuzzled up against him. He placed a soft kiss on the man's slightly stubbly jaw.

Severus murmured two cleaning spells wearily then Harry felt a strong arm around his waist, pulling him even closer. Soft blanket covered them, Harry suspected it was magic but maybe Severus had more strength left in him than Harry, who was numb and very drowsy. Harry wanted to whisper a 'thank you' but he fell asleep before he could utter a single word.

He woke up to blinding sunshine and a tentative hand around his morning erection. He moaned languidly and kissed the nearest skin that wasn't his. It happened to be Severus' shoulder, he concluded as he kissed his way up to the man's neck. He found Nagini's scar and licked it lightly. He heard a hiss and opened his eyes.

"'Morning…" He mumbled looking into Severus's black eyes. "This is one hell of a wake up…" He smiled lazily, pushing his hard shaft into the teasing fingers.

"Good morning." Severus sighed into Harry's hair.

"Any nightmares?" Harry asked driving a hand over Severus's back down to his bare ass and gripping it.

"Not even a tiny one." Severus smiled. "You seem to work against them perfectly. I haven't had a single one since I have been sleeping next to you." Severus admitted.

"Good…" Harry moaned not quite sure if he meant the lack of nightmares or the firm stroking on his erection. Then he realized what he heard. "So will you finally tell me what you dreamt about during the first night?"

Severus laughed and the deep voice sent shivers through Harry's spine, he jerked into the caressing hand involuntarily.

"I would rather show you." Severus murmured slithering under the covers.

Harry didn't have to wait long to find out. When he felt wet lips around the tip of his erection, he was fairly certain what kind of dream he had woken Severus up from. His right hand drifted into the black mane that licked and sucked his erection with languid moves.

"It must have been weird…" Harry gasped his hips thrusting up, "…to wake up to me… calling for you… whispering into your ear… so close…" Harry smirked, stretching his other hand over his head, grasping onto the end of the bed.

Suddenly Severus tossed the covers down and looked up at Harry. His eyes burning with lust, his lips wet with saliva and precome. "I almost came…" He murmured taking Harry back into his mouth, sucking passionately on the hard cock.

FIN

As it turns out, I made my dearest editor interested in the twins and Draco line so there shall be a story sooner or later about what's going on in the next room. I'm working on Secrets of Midnight now, I want to finish that first, but there will be a chapter on those three. If you are interested I suggest you put me on alert. Or just keep an eye on the 'Just In' section. It will be titled Skiing Lessons for Intermediates. Also there will be one more chapter about these two dunderheads, titled Skiing Lessons for Advanced. Just porn basically. I blame Artemis Fortune for mentioning Severus in SKIN TIGHT skiing outfit and my dear editor for THAT image of Harry and Severus BOTH in skin tight skiing outfit. And with a hard on. Well, after this, imagine what the plot (LOL THE WHAT?) will be about.

Anyways. Thank you for reading this story and pleaaaaaaaaaaaase let me know what you think. I'm dying to hear from you guys!