Harry threaded his fingers through his hair in frustration. "It takes two to tango, you neglectful bitch!"
"Please tell me that you are not shouting at your 'muse'."
"She won't come, Severus!" Harry exclaimed, beginning to pace. "I've only got until this evening to prepare my speech, and she won't—
Harry was hard before he felt the first flick of Severus' tongue. "What . . . was that . . . for?"
"To remind you," Severus replied, pulling Harry towards the bed, "that I'm the only one who has a right to a monopoly of your time."
"But my speech!"
"Will have to wait. I won't."